#his name is hyphenated but let's get real

[weaponizedmoth]

"Faeries were always supernaturally beautiful, even if they didn’t look like they’d be. No human flaws mattered when it came to faeries: Double chins, crooked teeth, too thin, too fat, too small, it was no problem. They always seemed absolutely lovely. The only ones who could tell each other’s imperfections were their own kind.

(...)

Cornelius had a thin, oblong face, usually framed by his shaggy, now shoulder length hair, which was sometimes blonde, sometimes black, sometimes red, depending on his whims. His eyes were a dark blue that looked black to the untrained eye, and were topped by well kept blonde eyebrows. And sure, it all looked rather nice—but he was a tad cross-eyed (on the right eye, which you could notice when he looked at you), and he had a smile that was wide,"full of teeth." (...) His smile had been described as cute, especially when he laughed, which made him look like a flower petal—delicate. However, even with all his alleged beauty, Abigail also heard it being described as creepy and off-putting, especially when he was smiling without true emotion. She sided with the latter reports."

My final OC lore dump of the year <3 it took me days to get Neeley looking right and I still don't know if I did it, tbh. I also created a specific font for the Fairy Society Gazette, which will be below the cut. I have no idea why photoshop ate the quality of the text so much when the drawing looks fine, but oh well.

Happy almost new year!

(The font is rather crooked as it was hand drawn using bad hardware and my own handwriting as a base).

[roosterforme]

Always Ever Only You Part 34 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Without you at home, Bradley's big mouth is about to get him in trouble. As he counts down the hours until he can pick you up from the airport, you wrap up your trip to Maryland with a visit to your childhood home. However, you're not as smooth as you think you are. By the time you get back to San Diego, you are an absolute train wreck, and some secrets have been revealed.

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

On Thursday morning, Bradley got to work a little bit early. He just needed to make a tiny detour to one of the database computers. He really wasn't sure if you realized that you told him Commander Patterson's first name last night, or if you let it slip by accident, but now that he knew it, he just wanted to check him out.

Every trip you took to Annapolis turned into some sort of disaster at one point or another. He couldn't imagine you were out there looking for trouble, but it sure did find you in the form of Derek or Josh. You were the most capable person Bradley knew, but he loved and respected you enough to know that sometimes you needed a break. Right now, he just wanted to bring you back home and take care of every tiny need or want that you or the baby might have. He'd honestly fucking delight in that.

As soon as he logged into the system, Bradley typed in your full name, complete with Bradshaw hyphenated at the end. A second later, your image appeared on the screen complete with lovely smile and gorgeous eyes. "That's my Baby Girl," he muttered, still captivated by this photo of you. 

He forced his fingers back to the keyboard, but no results appeared when he looked for Derrick Patterson. He tried Paterson. Then he tried Derick. Then he tried Derek Patterson and saw the face of the asshole who made his wife cry over a steak dinner. Were you more emotional right now than perhaps you would usually be? Absolutely. But that was only because you were pregnant. As soon as you told him you had a positive pregnancy test, Bradley's number one concern in this world simply switched from his wife to his wife and his child. 

This guy looked like a real tool. Forty-four years old. Ranked up to Commander two years ago. Worked in a simulation lab. Had the same degrees from the Naval Academy that you earned. "Yeah, well I can guarantee you're not as smart as her, you motherfucker."

He took another minute to memorize what he saw there before logging out. Maybe he'd ask Maverick about him. Cyclone and Warlock would be good resources, too. Bradley just hated that he wasn't able to make you feel safe and comfortable at the moment, but as soon as he picked you up tomorrow, he'd take care of everything. 

When he started to head out to the tarmac, he literally ran into someone while he was adding steaks to the grocery list he saved in his phone. He didn't know how to cook a steak, but he'd get them just in case you were still in the mood for one. "Sorry," he muttered, not really looking up, too concerned with what else you might want.

"It's okay, Bradley."

Then he did look up into the dark eyes of Maria Wilson. "Hey," he said with a smile at your good friend. "I've been meaning to ask you... how's rooming with Bob going for you?"

"Great," she replied with a little shrug and a completely neutral expression. "He's clean and courteous, and I think the arrangement is going to work out really well." 

If he didn't know better, Bradley would have believed nothing was going on. She was that good. But he did know better. He wasn't going to do Bob dirty, so he just nodded and said, "I hope it does work out. I've always felt a little bad about stealing my wife away from you."

She just laughed and said, "Like we didn't all see that coming a mile away."

He wandered off with a grin on his face after he said goodbye. He was planning on making a few stops on the way home before Jake showed up to workout together later. Bradley just had to get through one more night and then you'd be back.

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You were an idiot for eating two steaks and seventeen pounds of sides and then passing out for the night. Sure, at the time, it seemed like the best idea you'd ever had. Derek's porterhouse hit the fucking spot like nothing else. The potatoes were creamy and delectable. The brussels sprouts? A thing of beauty.

But Thursday morning, you were back to your normal routine of throwing up as soon as you got out of bed. "I get it, okay?" you gasped as you sprawled out on the bathroom floor. "I understand," you added, letting your hand settle on your belly. "You miss your Dad. Well guess what. I miss him, too. Now will you stop acting out if I promise to take you home tomorrow?"

A soft gurgle as your stomach started to settle was the response you got, and that was actually better than you could have hoped for. When you heard tapping on your hotel room door, you knew it was Cat, and you wanted to cry. You were wearing Bradley's UVA shirt and a pair of your ratty underwear and nothing else, and she'd just keep knocking until you answered. 

"I'm coming," you moaned, actually crawling most of the way there. You pulled yourself up and then cracked the door open a few inches, and you were met with Cat's appraising eyes. "Hi."

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to get breakfast with me," she said cautiously.

"No, I'm good, but thanks for asking." You tried to close the door, but her foot was immediately preventing that. 

"Are you sick?" she asked. "I can bring something back for you."

"No, I'm okay," you told her. Your stomach lurched, and your eyes went wide. You had about ten seconds to get rid of her and make it to the toilet. You didn't know what to do as saliva pooled at the back of your tongue. You started to gag as your eyes filled with tears. 

"Hey," she said softly. "If something's wrong, you can tell me."

But you shook your head and let go of the door, making a mad dash back into the bathroom. You barely made it to your knees in front of the toilet before you barfed again. "Why?" you moaned, wiping your mouth with toilet paper before rolling onto the bath mat which had become your best friend.

"Oh my god," Cat muttered as she walked right into your hotel room bathroom. She flushed the toilet and then turned to the sink and started to fill one of the disposable cups with water. "You're pregnant," she stated plainly. "You could have told me, you know. Congratulations, by the way."

As she knelt on the floor next to you, she helped you sit up. You accepted the cup from her and said, "It's just food poisoning." She blinked at you a few times, giving you no wiggle room to lie to her. "Fine," you admitted with a little smile, "I'm pregnant."

She ran the backs of her fingers along your forehead while you sipped the water. "How far along are you?"

"About nine or ten weeks," you whispered as you closed your eyes for a few beats. "I'm just really tired and really fucking sick. I felt good last night, but now I feel terrible again."

Cat took the empty cup from your hand and wrapped you up in a soft hug. "Thank you for holding it together for the presentation. Now you need to get back into bed."

You shook your head and said, "I need to get up and moving so I can go see my parents later."

"No," she said firmly, guiding you back to the bed. "You need to rest right now. You'll feel better if you do." 

Part of you wanted to make sure your suitcase was closed so she didn't see your vibrators, but mostly you didn't even care. She had a certain way about her that was calming you down, and as soon as you were in the bed, she tucked you in. You almost believed her when she told you that resting would help you feel better. 

"Where's your room key?" she asked once you were curled up on your side.

You let one hand sneak out from under the covers and pointed. "Next to the TV."

She patted your shoulder and promised she would be back soon, and then she was gone. You dozed on and off while your stomach gurgled, and you missed a few texts from Bradley. When Cat eventually opened your door and let herself in, you were actually feeling hungry. And that's when you noticed two bags and a cup carrier in her hands. 

Quietly, she set everything down on your nightstand including some orange juice that almost brought a tear to your eye. Somehow she knew that was what you needed when you didn't even know yourself. You sat up as she poked a hole in the lid and handed it to you, and you drank half of it down in one sip.

"You need to eat something," she whispered, taking the cup away again. "I got you a bagel with cream cheese, an egg sandwich, a few different kinds of donuts and a muffin."

You reached for the bagel, and she unwrapped it for you. "I'll pay you back," you rasped, but she shook her head.

"Don't worry about it. Just make the baby happy, and we're square," she replied as she sank down into the chair beside the bed.

But you were definitely going to worry about it. Money was very tight for Cat and Jeremiah, so you would have to figure out a way to make it even. She probably spent about forty bucks on all of this for you, and somehow she knew that a sesame seed bagel with cream cheese would go down as happily as the steaks did. You devoured the whole thing and then took some bites out of the egg and cheese sandwich before finishing the orange juice. 

Then you drank some of the hot tea as well and nibbled on a muffin, and you felt so much better. Cat asked you a few questions, but she didn't pry. "Bradley must be over the moon," she said softly with a sad smile. 

"Oh yeah," you told her, knowing that her ex-husband did not have a relationship with Jeremiah. "He dubbed the baby the chicken nugget." When she laughed, you added, "He's very excited to be a dad."

"He'll be a good one," she confirmed with a nod. "Now why don't you rest for a few more hours, and then I can drop you off at your parents' house so you don't have to drive."

"You don't have to do that."

"I'll drop you off and then go to the outlet mall. There are some things I want to get for Jer, and then I can pick you up again." She probably knew it wasn't a good idea to let you drive like this, and you were honestly kind of thankful that she offered.

"Alright." You fell asleep again as soon as she was gone.

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When Bradley left work, it was blazing hot out, and he had his aviators on while he walked to the parking garage. It was already late as hell in Maryland, and he was a little afraid you had already left your parents and gone back to the hotel for the night. But your phone only rang briefly before you answered his FaceTime call.

"Bradley," you sighed, looking better than he'd seen you in weeks. "Here, say hi to everyone."

You turned your phone to reveal both of your parents along with Cat, sitting around the dining room table in the house where he was finally getting used to spending his holidays. They all greeted him warmly before your mom took the phone and asked him at least a dozen questions.

"Are you eating enough without her at home? How's work? How's Tramp? When can we come visit again, because she's not giving us a clear answer?"

She said nothing about the baby, so Bradley assumed you were holding yourself together well enough that it hadn't been mentioned. "I've been subsiding on cereal. Work is great. Tramp is great. I've been thinking about starting a project to expand the upstairs into another bedroom or two, so hopefully after that's finished, you and dad can stay as long as you want."

Bradley knew they would feel like a handful for him if they stayed at the house again, but that was only because he liked being alone with you. He really wanted to take a minute to talk to you privately, but your dad took the phone next so he could show off his latest painting project. When he finally got handed back to you, apparently it was time for you and Cat to head out. 

"I'll let you know when the flight leaves tomorrow," you told him. "Love you, Roo."

And that was it. With a deep sigh, he started up the red Bronco and headed to the store on his way home. He hated shopping in his uniform; he always got a bunch of looks from people, mostly women. He tried to make it quick, but it took him a little time to gather up steaks, potatoes, garlic, your favorite coffee, and all of the yellow flowers in the floral section. 

He barely had all of the food put away at home when Jake knocked twice on the front door before letting himself in the house. "It's like he fucking lives here," Bradley muttered to Tramp who had been waiting for his scoop of dinner before he ran to see Jeremiah.

"Hey, man," Jake called out. He had Cat's son tucked under one arm and some weird contraption under the other, and he was wearing gym clothes. "Did you just get home?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied, unable to keep himself from smiling when Jeremiah reached out for him. He took the little boy in his arms and told him, "I had to get some stuff for my wife. You remember her. She's your favorite babysitter. She read you some books while you fell asleep, because her voice is the sweetest thing in the world."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Angel made you soft, old man."

Bradley pointed to Jeremiah. "And this little thing made you soft, so you don't have a leg to stand on."

He just kind of shrugged in response and took the child back as he said, "Go get changed. I'll meet you in the garage."

As Jake disappeared through the sliding glass door, Bradley headed to the bedroom. He stripped out of his uniform and put on some shorts and a Top Gun shirt that was starting to fit a little snug across his biceps and chest again. This was a good sign, because he wanted to bulk up as much as possible. He'd be ready to haul the baby and all of the gear around so you didn't have to. 

His thoughts were on you and the baby. You. Baby. You. Baby. He couldn't wait until both of you were home tomorrow. When he walked out to the garage, he found Jake doing a few pushups while Jeremiah played with a stuffed tiger while he sat in some sort of portable crib.

"What is that thing?" Bradley asked as he reached for his lifting gloves. "A mini crib?"

Jake jumped to his feet as he said, "It's called a pack 'n play, but yeah, it's kind of a mini crib that folds up."

"Huh," he replied, eyeing it up so he could search online for that kind of thing later. "Looks handy. We're definitely going to need one of those."

Jake was frozen in place, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. "Is Angel pregnant? I knew her ass looked bigger." A grin curled along his lips, and that was when Bradley realized he had fucked up.

"Oh, shit," he muttered as his heart rate sped up and he started to sweat. You were going to be so upset. Your own parents didn't even know yet, but now Jake did, and it was all his fault.

"She's pregnant!" Jake practically shouted. "Congratulations, Rooster," he said, pulling Bradley into a hug and slapping him on the back. "You finally figured out which hole to put it in, huh?" he asked with an absolutely obnoxious grin.

Bradley glared at him. "Seriously. Nobody else knows about this yet. She might murder me if she finds out you know."

"I won't say shit about it," Jake promised, cuffing him on the shoulder before releasing him. "Damn, she must be excited. I know you both wanted this."

"Yeah," Bradley rasped, just knowing his face must be flushed pink. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm so fucking happy and scared and nervous, I can barely make it through a day without her here, you know?"

Jeremiah roared and held up the tiger for Bradley. He took it and made it roar back before pretending it was kissing Jeremiah all over his face. His laugh was infectious, and it left Bradley smiling. 

"Damn," Jake drawled. "I think you're ready for the parenting thing."

"I know I am," he replied, fixing him with a serious look. "I'm ready."

Jake sighed and nodded. "But you still have a lot to learn. Do you know about outlet covers?"

Bradley's eyes went wide. "No. What are those?"

"How about white noise to help a baby sleep? Do you know what a convertible car seat is?"

"No," Bradley whispered, "No, I don't."

Jake settled back onto the bench and reached for the barbell. "Spot for me, and I'll tell you everything I've learned."

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It was finally Friday morning, and Cat was knocking on your door with another round of food and orange juice before you were even out of bed. When you let her in, she set everything up on the nightstand while you went to use the bathroom, and you were pleasantly surprised that you didn't need to throw up while you were in there.

"Eat as much as you can," she told you. "I asked them to give you a late checkout, so you can stay here until noon, and then we'll head to the airport."

"You're a saint," you told her with a mouth full of bagel. "I owe you so much money for this, you have to let me pay you back."

She just shook her head. "I'll let you babysit Jer so Jake and I can go out one night. Assuming I'm still in a relationship after we get bad to San Diego later tonight."

"You will be," you told her as you sipped the orange juice. "Jake isn't stupid." You paused before you set the juice down in favor of a donut. "Well... he's kind of stupid, but not when it comes to this."

Cat reached into the bag for another donut. "Seriously, if he and Bernie can't figure their shit out, I'll pull the plug and never look at another man again."

"Sometimes they really aren't worth the aggravation," you remarked, thinking back to every guy you dated before Bradley. "But sometimes they surprise you."

She didn't say anything else as she finished her donut. Then she let you take a nap, and when you got up and got dressed, you felt pretty amazing. Your stomach was gurgling quietly, and you looked okay enough to skip the makeup today. 

You dragged your suitcase out into the hallway and texted Bradley, letting him know you were going to be heading to the airport soon, and he responded almost immediately. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i'll meet you in baggage claim sweetheart. i can't wait to have you and the nugget back home with me

You practically moaned, and also started tearing up as Cat met you in the hallway. "When willI I be normal again?" you whispered. "All I want to do is have rough, frequent sex with my husband, but every time I think about how sweet he is, I start crying."

She laughed and said, "You won't feel normal until about six months postpartum. Just have fun running that man ragged."

You nodded and wiped at your tears. "Where's our equipment bin?"

"Already in the car."

"You weren't supposed to move it alone! It's so heavy."

"And you shouldn't be carrying anything like that at all," she scolded, pushing you gently toward the elevators. "I took care of it. I'll take care of it all day, and I'll get your suitcase when we get to the airport, too."

You sobbed the whole way down in the elevator and most of the ride to the airport. When you said thank you, Cat told you to be quiet which made you smile and also cry more. You'd get Bradley to agree to watch Jeremiah for a whole weekend. It would give the two of you some practice, and it would give Cat and Jake time alone. There was no way he was going to mess anything up.

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Bradley parked the red Bronco at the airport with a vase of flowers in the cup holder and an ultrasound picture tucked into the visor. Your flight had been delayed a few times, and he figured you were probably starving now. He picked up the container of peanut butter crackers he prepared and started to head inside, still a little too early but with nothing better to do.

He found an empty bench, and it wasn't long before Jake came strolling in with Jeremiah in his arms. Bradley stood up, jostling the snack container as he muttered, "You're not going to say anything to her, right?"

"Relax," Jake replied as Jeremiah reached for the crackers. "I won't say a word about her being pregnant. You can count on me."

That actually made him feel a lot more nervous as he opened up the container, broke a cracker in half and handed it to Jeremiah. "Okay. Just pretend you don't know a thing about it."

He watched Jeremiah get crumbs all over Jake's shirt as Jake checked his phone. "Sure. Hey, they landed. Cat said they're walking off the plane now."

Bradley checked his phone, but there was absolutely nothing from you, which was really strange. "Huh." He stood there awkwardly as he'd been left out of the loop, handing the other half of the cracker to Jeremiah when he reached for it. 

He watched Jake typing one handed, and then he said, "Apparently there was a ton of turbulence. Angel got pretty sick." When he met Bradley's eyes, he kind of shrugged. "Sounds like she's in bad shape."

Bradley ran his fingers through his hair until it was sticking up at an odd angle. "What's that supposed to mean? How is she in bad shape?" He looked over toward the partition that blocked off the area he wouldn't be able to get past without a boarding pass while he started to panic. Was he going to have to take you to the hospital or something? The cereal and potato chips he had for dinner started to sour in his stomach as he started walking in that direction. 

Then he saw you, and he started running. Cat had her arm around you, and she was carrying your tote bag along with her backpack while you sipped a can of ginger ale through a straw. Bradley could see fresh tears in your eyes as they met his. "Oh, Sweetheart."

"Roo," you croaked, and he closed the rest of the distance to you and carefully took you in his arms. "I was horrible."

Cat took the ginger ale from your hand, and you collapsed against him, a sobbing, shaking mess. "It's okay," he promised you. "You're home now, and I will take care of everything."

You nodded against his chest, and he let you cry. "I threw up so much. I was fine, but then it was really rough, and the baby hates me anyway." You cried harder, and then Jake was there with Jeremiah. He took the container of crackers so Bradley could rub your back with both hands. You hiccupped against him and mumbled, "You can say what you want. Cat knows. She guessed it. Then she took care of me."

Bradley wasn't surprised in the least that someone who had been pregnant before was able to tell that you were now. "Okay," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. He held you close and gave both Cat and Jake a stern look. "Do you want to go ahead and tell Jake?" he asked carefully. 

"Yeah," you groaned, leaning toward Jake slightly. "I'm pregnant."

If Jake didn't get Bradley out of this debacle safely, he was going to ban him from the home gym. But he should have known that above anything else in this scenario, Jake was going to have your back.

"Aww, Angel," he crooned as Jeremiah climbed into Cat's arms. "I'm so happy for you, mama." Then he kissed your cheek and winked at Bradley. "You'll be a natural, and ol' Rooster here's gonna be a class act. Now why don't you let him take you home? I can get the bin of your work stuff."

"You sure?" Bradley asked, giving Jake a discreet fist bump as you buried your face against his chest again. You were half burrowed inside his tropical print shirt at this point, and his undershirt was damp; he just wanted to get you home.

"We'll take care of it," Cat promised. "She's dehydrated. Make sure she drinks water or gatorade. And she needs to try to eat something." Jake handed the crackers back to Bradley. "Yeah, those might work, but she really needs to keep drinking."

"Got it," Bradley replied, kissing your forehead. "Thank you, Cat."

"It was my pleasure," she said with a smile as she cuddled Jeremiah. 

"Let's go, Baby Girl," Bradley whispered, leading you to get your suitcase as you sipped the ginger ale and nibbled on a cracker. He kept his hand at the small of your back as you sucked in deep breath after deep breath. "I'll get you home and into bed as quickly as possible."

You sniffed and looked up at him. "I just want you with me. That's all I wanted all week." 

Your lips quivered, and Bradley leaned in to kiss you as softly as he could. "That's all I wanted, too. I'm not going to leave your side." He kept you right there with him as he scooped up your luggage, and then he had his arm around you until he got you to the Bronco. With a kiss to your perfect cheek, he opened the door, helped you in, and buckled your seatbelt.

"Thanks, Roo," you sighed, eyes closed as you leaned back against the headrest, already looking more serene now that you and he were together.

"I would do anything for you." He stroked your belly with his fingertips. "Both of you."

Five minutes into the drive home, you were sound asleep, your fingers laced with his.

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I can already feel how much calmer she is just knowing she doesn't have as much to worry about with Bradley by her side. And he's going to be so much less stressed with her at home. It's looking like next chapter could be the last one in this series!!!! I'm hoping to do some one-shots for them and then pick up with another series? Please let me know what you'd like to see during and after her pregnancy. And thank you for reading! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 35

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Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down: the director's cut, or rather, fun facts about this story now that it's over

luca's last name in my fic is davies, and formally davies-bernardi. bernardi in italian means 'strong as a bear' which, was truly a perfect coincidence that i originally thought it sounded good hyphenated with davies. it felt like the perfect little nugget to drop in here.

this one kind of took on a life of its own. I thought maybe a headcanon or a few chapters, then 46.5k words later... before writing a fic, i always like to map out where i'm going, because it helps me zero in on what story i want to tell. as someone (and who hasn't, truly) who has plenty of abandoned fics, i like to get clear on what story it is i want to tell before beginning to write so that i know it's a fic worth writing for me. no, i don't think finishing a fic should be a marker of success, but where i'm at right now, it feels like the best way for me to see if i have a story to tell or not.

speaking of stories to tell, the reason i wanted to have our main character divorced was because i wanted to try something different. i wondered how i could differentiate this mc (while keeping the reader neutral so you could picture yourselves in it if you wanted to) from others that i have written / will write in the future. the divorce and growing apart is actually kind of inspired by my previous upstairs neighbor who i met a year after his divorce. i wanted to imagine what the inner world of someone who had experienced a divorce that wasn't messy, but its relationship had just run its course and i the end, left two people who weren't sure who they were and how to talk to each other anymore would be like.

music and playlisting really helps me envision and feel into the world that I’m building. I ask myself questions like: what does their love sound like? what does this relationship shound like? how do i want the world i'm building feel, and how do i convey that in sound? and then of course, what songs could underscore certain moments of this chapter? listening to the playlist i create as i go really helps me get into character aka enter the world of the story when i'm sitting down the write.

so many of my fics and interactions are based on my own real life experiences, which is why they often feel so human and so real. i weave in little details like conversations i've had, a person i reminded of. i often write dialogue after i've imagined the scene in my head down to the cadence of how characters speak to one another to make sure it feels grounded.

speaking of, we've got to talk about the food in this fic, something that you all complimented me on at the very beginning! it was important for me to have the food feel deeply personal to reader, and be an expression of her identity through the years. yes, i wrote it with an mc with asian heritage in mind. however, i wanted to make space, again, for you to picture yourself in this fic, which is why mc's ex and family were written with japanese heritage.

a lot of the dishes were inspired by dishes i've had that were similar to what i think her culinary pov would be, and a lot of it is the way that i cook as well. i am not a chef by any means, but i am AM a home cook who occasionally does pop ups who very recently discovered my own culinary pov. food for me is something that not only helps me express myself, but has helped me connect to parts of my own identity. in so many ways, as someone who describes themselves as a cultural melting pot, food helps me feel closer to myself; it helps me find and define, and express who i am.

the culture of food and the role it plays in allowing us to connect was really important for me to weave into this story as well.

for the mikkelson twins, i pictured timothee and pauline chalamet as jesper and mathilde.

for the kimuras: rina sawayama would play astrid, darren barnet would play joe, and gia kim would play lina.

let's talk about luca's character development: so many things were so will poulter-coded/borrowed for will poulter, which felt right to do considering he wove his own life into the luca's tattoos. examples? the nike book, the kendrick lamar on the playlist, how much internal work the man has done on himself.

in the end, I initially had mc have a way bigger freak out than she did -- that it would be her final: holy shit am i ready to be loved moment, but as i wrote it, it ended up being luca who brought up the main conflict. it just ended up going in a different direction and didn't feel right to go with my original plan, because she felt so in their relationship already that i pivoted.

i watched a lot of travel and lifestyle copenhagen vlogs because i'm obsessed with youtube.

after season 2 of the bear, i wanted to explore what positive relationships with mothers could look like in these characters. that's why mothers (and single mothers) are the superheroes of this fic.

i knew i wanted this fic to be about these things: second love, loss, trusting the beginning that comes after the end, inspiration, following your heart, and mothers. these are the guiding principles that i used when writing, knowing that these were the pillars i wanted this story to be about.

looking forward: i am working on two oneshots that will live in this world, one about marcus visiting again -- an eat, pray, love for him of sorts -- that's about mothers and loss and life. the other one is a fun, sexy little smutshot that will hardlaunch their (she and luca's) restaurant so keep an eye out for those. truthfully, i've only just started workshopping the marcus one and am prioritizing finishing my carmy fic first.

opening myself up for q&a! feel free to ask any questions about this fic or my writing process in the comments.

[angelofverdum]

Station 19 S07e10

19!

I'm overwhelmed by feelings. It's amazing how much fictional characters can make you feel.

My hope and wish for the end of these characters was for them to have a resolution and be happy.

Honestly, I can't complain. Maybe I should wait for the excitement to die to write anything about it.

But I love the ending for every character. I loved how they incorporated these "dreams" into the action scenes.

Andy as Chief is a great resolution for her. Jack being her true love was not something I was expecting. I feel it was something they pulled out at the last minute, and don't get me wrong I'm not opposed to it, Andy and Jack could have worked if they had more seasons and Grey wouldn't have left.

Ross. I'd hoped Natasha had something more in mind than marrying Bob but she is always being "My man My man My man" so it's fitting

Robert. One thing I loved about these flashforwards was that they were connected. Sully dreamed of that because in Ross's dream, they were already married, so he got to be with her.

Travis's most important relationship is with Vic. If I had Vic as a friend, I'd be like that too. Uprooting your life like that to move with your best friend is really brave.

Warren is probably my least favorite character but that's because he is boring but he is a good man. I was emotional watching his kids all grow.

Beckett is so unserious because why is he dreaming of Ross' sister.

Vic. She made me cried because she deserves everything that it's good in life. I'm so so so happy she didn't end up with Theo. She is helping people and living her best life. My beautiful queen.

Carina's dream is so important bc she had no one, her brother and mom died, and her father is trash. She was alone and then met this stubborn firefighter and said I want a big family with her, and that's what she did. Bring her back to Grey's you cowards.

Maya. My sweet beautiful, reckless, bisexual, hot, brave, selfless, stubborn, broken Maya. Her future was so bright without clouds. She falls asleep thinking about her wife and three kids. Maya who made me come back for season 2, and here I am seven seasons later, just a mess of emotion.

When I saw Carina enter that bar, it took me a whole ass minute to realize what they were trying to do. Why Carina was there. I'll never forget that excitement and I'll always be thankful for pairing them.

It's so weird to see that kind of representation. We didn't need coming out stories or the usual homophobia. Also, they were proud bisexuals and I'm always thankful that Maya said that with her whole chest. That was so important.

Now, my random thoughts about the episode.

I love the scene with the aluminum thing. That was cool and terrifying.

I loved it when Andy showed up. I was crying like she rescued me.

Danielle is so bad at screaming, her voice cracked up so much.

I loved Maya worried about Andy

I loved Carina suiting up finally. It was so funny.

I loved that we got to see adult Prue, and my god the legacy she is carrying.

I loved to see Andy as chief and Maya as captain.

I loved Carina doing what she preaches. Like Maya my god make yourself useful and give that woman an orgasm.

I'm not a fan of the Deluca-Bishop name tag because I just don't like hyphenating last names in general but I think it is cute they did that little detail for the fans who have really been asking for it.

Now for the last scene, keep in mind, that I've been crying the whole episode. Then this hit

I just laughed out loud. Omg, those are some terrible wigs. What was the point? What were they trying to achieve? To make them look older?

You should have put some gray hair and move it along. Like why they were having a bob off. Why would you do that to them?

Let me clean my eyes with Maya's real bob and the hottest she looked in the show.

Anyway, I'm always thankful when I get to experience a TV show so deeply. Even tho the cancellation is unfair. At least we got a proper ending.

I'm also glad that we got actors who cared deeply about their characters and respected them so much.

I'm a mess but 19 forever.

[galaxyregent]

Oh dear god they multiplied.

So in Berserker's Bride, we only ever see the eldest, Orvar being born. Since I don't know if I'll finish it, I thought I'd provide a spoiler of the other kids. Yeah Dagur and Hiccup have four other kids, much to the chagrin of the world. They're chaos wrapped in smart-ass. Not sure if I mentioned this, but I gave Dagur the family name Eldsen, Eld -don't quote me on this- being a Norse word related to fire- and "sen", being essentially meaning son a common part of Norse surnames. Red hair runs in the family hence calling themselves essentially sons of fire.

It's something of a private joke that Hiccup will look at her kids after they caused trouble and think 1. Her father is definitely laughing at her somewhere, and 2. Why the frick did she have so many kids? Dagur will then walk by without a shirt and she'll get all flustered thinking, "oh right, that's why." Also let's be real back in the day you had a lot of kids because you were expecting at least half to die before reaching adulthood. Hiccup had been content at four, the youngest wasn't intentional. Stupid sexy Dagur, lol. So a bit about each.

Orvar, aka Orvar the Honorable, the oldest, the apple of his family's eyes, of the five the best blend between his parents. Orvar is -mostly-sensible, level headed and decent warrior. Except for one thing. Orvar is TERRIFIED of blood. It may or may not have to with the fact that he was sprayed with an enemies life blood within minutes of being born, who knows. He was conceived shortly after Hiccup defeated the Red Death on the morning Hiccup was given the Eldsen family talon and the pair properly confessed their love. Orvar was then carried through a war with the Outcasts before being born in a dragon pen while his father was beat half to death. He grows to be heir to the Beserker tribe, as he was named by his father after living a month.

Sigrid, aka Sigrid the Sensible, is a as her name suggests, the most level headed of the children, usually the one keeping the rest out of trouble, including her big brother. Another private joke is that each of the children were carried/conceived/born under crazy circumstances. Sigrid was the only one whose conception, pregnancy and birth were pretty uneventful. Hiccup is convinced it's the reason Sigrid is something other crazy. She would be a baby after the time skip when BB tells the story of Race to the Edge. Despite being called the Sensible, Sigrid is the most effective warrior of the children. The others all know that, it's one of the reasons she can keep them in line. But she dreams of love and family, of marriage and children, rather than glorious death in battle.

Laddie, AKA Hiccup Horrendous Haddock IV, AKA Laddie the Mad, Hiccup was pregnant with him-Very Early Stage- during the events of the second movie. Laddie was also born early and weak as his mother had been. Luckily, Dagur had outlawed the casting out of hiccups years before so there was no objection to keeping him. The pair had gone back and forth if they wanted to brand their son with the name but eventually decided, eff the establishment, call him Hiccup and get him prove he was more. Hiccup had gone far despite being a hiccup, she wasn't even the first hiccup in her family to do so. To avoid confusion, they called him Hiccup-Lad or Laddie, for short. Basically Laddie is what happens when you mix Hiccup's inventive genius with Dagur's lack of regard for humanity. He's basically a mad scientist. For the most part he uses the name Haddock instead of Eldsen, since he's set to inherit the Hooligan tribe. Dagur still insist that they hyphen his family name in too.

Stoick Eldsen, AKA Stoick the Steadfast, the name Stoick was actually intended for Laddie, but since he was a Hiccup, they decided to hold off. He was the first child born after the events of the 3rd movie, still not sure how I was approaching that. Also, I never decided if Stoick I died during the second movie in BB but was a consideration. Stoick II is easily the largest of the children, towering over the rest in height and girth. Also, he's a big ol' himbo. While not oe to get in trouble on his own he was always persuaded to adventure by his siblings. Unfortunately, he was the least fleshed out of the kids. Stoick II is set to inherit the Outcast tribe, the one his mother won by right of conquest.

Dagny Eldsen, AKA Dagny the Wild, is the final child born t the couple. Like her brothers, her conception was under unusual circumstances. Something Hiccup simply terms was "a weird night", make of that what you will. Dagur whined that one child was named for Hiccup's father and one named after Hiccup and he felt he deserved one named after him. Hiccup reminded him Laddie's name wasn't because of her but his runty size. Dagur argued it didn't matter and Hiccup threw up her arms, saying fine, if we have another kid it's getting named after you. Dagny came along and Hiccup was slightly worried that Dagur would be annoyed his namesake was a girl, but as usual, Dagur was unperturbed. "We'll call her Dagny." And that was that. Dagny is as her title suggests, a wild-child. She goes on to explore beyond the archipelagos to the mainland, forging trade deals that benefit her brothers' tribes and has a hundred lovers along the way. Regardless of how many kids she has, no two share a father. To be clear, she is the main trouble maker of the family. Dagny very much lived up to her namesake.

Enjoy everyone!

[eroaneki]

So given that I've had two days to kind of level out a bit and sit in my head, there's one thing that has stuck out to me and I didn't know why it bothered me so much.

When we signed our marriage license, Joe got into a tizzy about how I want to hyphenate my last name and not take his entirely. And he said it was because I'm still holding onto my past and I'm not willing to let go of it. And I disagree with him entirely on it. And it comes from him never quite understanding who I am, I think.

I don't think he knows what it's like to grow up in a situation where every single shred of your identity was questioned and ridiculed constantly. To where you had self-doubt forever drilled into your head, and even when you did things right or acted correctly, they still were wrong simply because it was you who was doing them.

So when I finally found my sense of self and my identity at like 16/17, I vowed to never let anyone take that from me ever again. That I will fight to remain as my own individual person throughout every phase of my life, because I have that right. And I should be able to exist as an individual, even alongside someone else.

And it doesn't mean I cannot welcome someone else into my life. I chose to hyphenate my last name, not reject his entirely. That's me welcoming him into who I am, to stand alongside me. By him asking me to throw away my last name in favor of his, it's akin to him asking me to throw my entire identity away and replace it with him. The identity that I fought so fucking hard to find and curate over the years.

And throughout many points of our relationship, I feel as if Joe has viewed my wanting to hold onto myself as a threat to him. He always needs to be in my head, always needs to know what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling. And I have told him many times over that I cannot commit my entire being to him. That I do not want to commit everything I am to him, because I need to hold onto a part of myself. I need that for myself. And I would never expect him to do the same for me. In fact, I don't want him to do the same for me. I don't think that's healthy.

And he takes offense to it. Feels as if I'm rejecting him. So I eventually started to just chip away at myself and replace everything with trying to make him happy. But I couldn't when it came to sex, because it felt wrong. That's where the hard stop was. I couldn't throw my body at him the same way I could everything else.

I don't believe in soul mates or "you complete me," etc. My theory on love is having two completely individual people coming together and existing in a harmonious way. I don't believe in love that is all encompassing and suffocating and "I can't live without you," etc. That shit makes for great romance novels but it's horrible in real world applications.

What that is, is codependency, which is not healthy. Living your life in such a way that you exist for the other person and the other person only is not healthy. I don't need to know how you're feeling about everything. I don't need to know what you're doing all of the time. You have hobbies, I go see my friends, we come together at certain points and we talk about it. We go on vacations with one another and have us time. We still exist as two individual people sharing a life together. We don't exist for one another.

And I really cannot sacrifice that anymore. I can't do it. Because I am essentially stifling who I am for him. And I'm fucking miserable over it. I feel like I'm in a box and I can't get out of it. It's so freeing now that everything is over and out in the open, because I can finally be honest. I'm okay with either outcome.

I want to be my own person again. I want to live a life that's mine. Not dictated by someone else. Not in fear that someone else views my independence as a threat to them.

I will always choose myself in the worst of situations, because at the end of your life, you and all of the decisions you've made throughout your life are all you have. No one is coming to save you; you have to do that yourself. And there are ways to live like that while coexisting with another person. You make compromises. You listen to how the other person feels. You take their hand and invite into your life.

Choosing to be with someone is exactly that: a choice. It is not a necessity. We need social interaction as humans in order to feel fulfilled, but love is a choice. When all the butterflies and warm fuzzy feelings of the beginning fade away, love becomes a decision that two people agree upon to maintain. You wake up every day and choose to love one another. You can easily wake up one day and decide not to anymore, for whatever reason.

But that choice to continue loving one another should never come at the cost of sacrificing who you are in order to keep it going.

[sophieswundergarten]

Chapter 20 of S.O.S.

I don't even know anymore

@nobodysdaydreams Here ya go

ALRIGHT LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I AM BOTH EXCITED AND TERRIFIED

WHOOOO!!!!!!!!!

First off, love the title, and it’s making me a little nervous because now I’m thinking about Chapter 1 being titled “The Price of Admission”

Oh dear. The way you describe the feeling and emotions and just overall sensations of what Constance is experiencing is already punching me in the heart

(Though the intro bit with Jeffer was quite funny)

THEY BOTH THINK IT’S LIKE WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. BUT THE ONLY THING STOPPING THAT FROM BEING REAL IS THAT NEITHER OF THEM LIKE THEMSELVES ENOUGH TO BE HONEST AND VULNERABLE. UNBELIEVABLE. I AM ALREADY CHEWING DRYWALL. MASTICATING.

Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh

You added to it. He hasn’t forgotten that Nathaniel is hurting people, he just thinks that he finally got through to him. Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( 

“The whole world felt so sunny. So vibrant. So full of humor and amusement. Had it always been this whimsically delightful? It must have been, but Nicholas felt as if he was seeing it for the first time. There was beauty everywhere. There was happiness everywhere. Nothing was too loud, nothing was too overwhelming, nothing was too anxiety provoking. For the first time in Nicholas’ life, everything in the world felt “just right”, and it was completely effortless.”

THIS IS A REALLY WELL-WRITTEN PARAGRAPH. BUT IT’S HORRIBLY JARRING BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I ALSO FEEL AS “JUST RIGHT”, AND I ALREADY KNOW IT’S BAD. I WOULD FALL FOR THIS SO EASILY OH MY WORD ASFJDSJKFDKJ

“His friends might have left him, but he finally had his brother back. Perhaps they really could work together like they used to. It had been so long.”

BODS CAN YOU HOLD BACK FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS???? I AM WRITING OMINOUS STICKY NOTES AND PLACING THEM ON EVERY MIRROR YOU HAVE

OH. THAT’S WHY THERE’S A HYPHEN IN THE TITLE. ADSKJFDSHKJDSKJF

CONSIDER ANY STRING YOU OWN CONFISCATED

And you’re still calling him “Curtain”. He’s still calling himself “Curtain”. He doesn’t think he (deserves) is that name anymore. And yet he calls himself “Nathaniel” in Chapter 1. Hmmmmm

Also. Calling the fact that he “allows” Nicholas to call him his given name as a “luxury” is hysterical and very on-point. You are so, so good at writing Curtain :) 

AHHHHHHH. THE CONFLICT IN POOR NICHOLAS’ BRAIN ABOUT HIS VARIOUS FAMILY MEMBERS

And then also Curtain continuing to not get it. Good gravy, man. PLEASE remember how to be a human being soon. You are hurting yourself so much :( 

(And. Also. Like. Several thousand people, not least your own brother. But, still.)

NUMBER TWO!!!!!

Oh heavens. I feel very bad for her. But she did escape! (Kinda)

And then Milligan. I want to give him a hug.

YEAH

I LOVE THIS PART. BECAUSE JUST WHEN YOU THINK CHAOS AND STRIFE HAS BEFALLEN THE TEAM THEY GET IT BACK TOGETHER AND IT’S GREAT

“for some reason Milligan took personal offense at the implication that educators were incapable, though he could not explain why”

I LOVE HOW INSTEAD OF DENYING THAT SHE STOLE IT SHE’S JUST LIKE “I paid for it. And I left a beautifully hand-crafted thank you note.” IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT IT WASN’T FOR SALE IN THE FIRST PLACE JASHJJDKJHFD

She really is ready to be part of the team

(Why is one of the bars you have to pass, like, Neutral Good committing of crimes??? Ajsdkjds)

Marlon /derogatory

OH NO

OH NOW IT’S THAT BIT

“I don’t see the problem��� And Marlon just decides that it’s fine. I Do Not Like Him

AND HE’S SO MEAN TO JACKSON AND JILLSON

OH BOY. AND YOU’VE BROUGHT BACK THE MARTINA BETRAYAL. I’M SO WORRIED ABOUT THAT. GIVE THESE KIDS A HUG

“Someone’s finally at the wheel and all you can do is naysay,” the officer observed, “You sound like a person who, frankly, would benefit from time in Dr. Curtain’s program. Compulsory or not.”

Oh yikes. There’s the wheel motif again, and also that sounds incredibly threatening. YOU WOULD THINK THIS WOULD TIP HER OFF TO GET OUT OF THERE

There’s something so sad about Rhonda being terrified when Number Two missed the check in and now she’s trying to call Rhonda and no one’s there :( 

Adjfsdjfjdsjk

Miss Perumal trying to corral the children on the farm is a really entertaining mental image

OH. SHE’S TRYING TO CALL HER SISTER.

“You have reached the Two residence. We’re busy and aren’t available now or ever. Don’t expect an answer to your messages and don’t come to our house. We don’t want to buy anything, and we don’t want to meet any new people. Heaven knows you’d only abandon us just like everybody else and would probably try to steal from us too no doubt.” 

“This answering machine is full. Please call back later.”

Yikes. Ajkdfjdsfjkdsf The Two family has some issues

(But very nice job on writing that. It’s incredible)

“Milligan heroically threw his helmet and jacket into the motorbike.”

…“heroically”?

Akjfhjkdfkjds Very good choice of word! It just makes me think of how overdramatic the cinematography got whenever it was focussed on Milligan

FOUND CRIME FAMILY. IT’S OKAY AS LONG AS YOU PAY PEOPLE BACK AND LEAVE THEM NICE NOTES. AKJLFDSJKD

Milligan is amazing

JEFFERS

HE COLLECTS RECEIPTS

I love our sad little guy

Oh no. Oh no. Nicholas’ thoughts are fascinating and you write them really really well but also it always makes me legitimately want to cry

OH YEAH. THEY HAVE THE SAME VOICE. THAT’S PROBABLY SUPER CREEPY

Oh. And Number Two’s all alone now. I know she isn’t really his daughter in the Show, but, still. To be abandoned in such a scary situation…

“He was using addict speech. Saying “I need to stay in my brother’s evil cult, not because of the addictive happiness he gave me, but because it’s crucial to our mission” was just another form of “I need to drink, not because I’m addicted, but because it helps my anxiety and is really better for me if you think about it.” There’s always a justification for anything, so long as your brain is smart enough to think of it and clever enough to trick yourself into believing it. And unfortunately, Number Two knew from experience that Mr. Benedict was very smart and very clever indeed.”

Yeah!! And we get to see another bit of Bods’ psychology brain! I’ve been waiting to see what you had to say about this. So, so many thoughts

And the little snips of what’s going on with Jackson and Jillson. It keeps building in increments, and I really have no idea what it’s going to build to with your writing but I have no doubt it’ll be spectacular

Poor Jeffers adsfjsdjk

He’s trying his best

AND THE WAY THAT THEY ALL CROSS PATHS IN SUCH A WAY THAT THEY JUST MISS ONE ANOTHER

MARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINAMARTINA

I’m glad that the coaches appreciate her, but also understand that she’s working through a whole lot

(If only they knew how much…)

Ah, yes. Stealing, bribery, breaking and entering, fraud, all of those things are totally fine. Underage driving, however? Unacceptable

Garrison is trying her very best. (Unfortunately for her, that’s not good enough for Constance adjsd)

IS SHE REALLY FEELING BAD ABOUT THIS?????

Somehow that’s really sweet because she does care enough to notice things, but also SHE’S A TINY CHILD. IT’S NOT HER FAULT

Oh. Even without her snark, she wouldn’t be comforted by a lot of toys because of the bad memories she has attached to them. She doesn’t trust them :( 

(I bet her family gives her a lot of unusual toys and puzzles, so she can view it as a challenge instead of being uncomfortable)

YOU DID THE THING AGAIN!!!!! YOU DID THE THING AND BROUGHT BACK THE SCENE WHERE THEY WERE ALL TALKING AND PLANNING!!!! I LOVE IT AND IT’S ALSO HEARTBREAKING. OH MY WORD THIS IS AWFUL AND I LOVE YOU

Oh good gravy. MILLIGAN.

The lot of them need to stop taking all the guilt in the world onto themselves. They are all so ridiculous

GARRISON NEEDS SOME HELP. IT’S NOT HER FAULT SHE’S VIOLENTLY UNCOMFORTABLY WITH CHILDREN

(Although I’d hazard a guess that her discomfort was seriously exacerbated after SQ’s parents died…)

“You need to choose better friends,” Constance suggested.”

YOU HAVE FORFEITED ALL RIGHTS TO YOUR CURTAIN RODS. I AM TAKING A SEAM RIPPER TO ALL OF YOUR PANT HEMS. YOUR WINDOWS HAVE BEEN HAPHAZARDLY COVERED IN BUTCHER’S PAPER AND SLOPPILY APPLIED DUCT TAPE

“Garrison frowned again. Kidnapping aside, there was no need for this child to be so rude.”

Garrison. You really would benefit from talking to another human being now and again (Or not have wiped your best years of social interactions from your brain)

““The ghost in the windmill. The dancer in the dark. You found a flaw,” said Garrison, spitting out the word “flaw” like it was filled with poison. “One that has kept me up every single night since and one that I can’t seem to replicate.””

HOW DO YOU WRITE SO PRETTY

AND ON TOP OF BEING REALLY FUNNY TOO

UM. DID GARRISON ACCIDENTALLY FORGET HER MORALS WHEN SHE STARTED LIVING IN A ROOT CELLAR? IS THIS BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T HAVE CURTAIN ANYMORE? KIND OF LIKE A “He’s so obviously insane that I must be the sane one to keep us on track” ONLY NOW SHE’S ON HER OWN????

Someone give her a hug

Oh, oh PLEASE let Number Two get in a fight with Marlon. She’d beat him so hard. And he’d deserve it

“Everyone barged into his office sooner or later to demand an explanation for things, and even if Curtain had not gotten better and better at correctly estimating one’s breaking point, the security cameras he installed around the compound certainly helped.”

SDFKJDjkdsfkjdj BODS

Also, Curtain, buddy, if you’re the common denominator in all these instances of people bursting into your office then maybe you might be the problem

“By “thing” you mean relieving him of the constant grip of existential angst?” Oh yeah, I would fall for this whole cult thing so very fast. I’m already a goner

YEAH. YEAH, CURTAIN, IT’S KIND OF WEIRD THAT YOU GUYS SEEK OUT SIMILAR FRIENDS. IT’S ALMOST LIKE YOU’RE SIBLINGS. AND YOU MISS EACH OTHER.

She’s so incredibly angry and scared and hurting and just  a tornado of emotions

And then Curtain’s just kinda. Sitting there. Placidly. (I would have snapped and punched him by now)

YOU BROUGHT BACK HER BOOK NAME!!!!!! I love you

SCREAMING SCREAMING CRYING

CAN YOU STOP TREATING HER LIKE A SUB-PAR GARRISON???? PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD REMEMBER THAT’S SHE’S A REAL HUMAN, YOU BUFFOON!!!!!!

Good job. Steal his plates. He deserves it. (Maybe go after his floorboards next…)

Is… Is Auguste okay? He didn’t ever freeze on-screen, but I am quite concerned about him…

OH MY WORD CURTAIN CAN YOU STOP USING CHILDREN AS CONDUITS I AM GOING TO SCREAM

Oh no….

The panic and turmoil and poor Nicholas is caught in the middle. He’d feel bad even normally, but now everything’s all confused too

“Here, Nicholas wasn’t a burden to his friends”

SCREAMING

I AM TEARING INTO YOUR PILLOWS WITH MY BARE TEETH

LOSING MY MIND

(I’ll sanitise the remains after, I promise)

MARLON IS SO TERRIBLE

And poor Jackson and Jillson are getting a lot more scared…

“He was also very agitated at the idea that Dr. Curtain’s happiness was the cause of this, not only because it put his position in jeopardy, but also because Marlon himself had taken the happiness. Obviously, he wasn’t in danger of succumbing to anything like this (he wasn’t nearly as mentally weak as Sebastian or Paula), but the implication that something like this even could happen to him was a prospect that Marlon found insulting.”

He just keeps getting worse and worse. I am so upset with him. I can’t even like that he’s an intriguing antagonist, he’s just awful. (Although I will concede that you write him incredibly well and I am quite appreciative of how much you make me hate him)

AND GARRISON

I KNOW SHE’S TECHNICALLY A VILLAIN/ANTAGONIST BUT SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE HER

“I hope y'all are ready”???

“I hope y'all are ready”????????

YOU HOPE WE’RE READY?????????

READY FOR WHAT??????? Oh my goodness. I— I just— I have no words. I am screeching. Bods, there are so, so many things that happened in this chapter. I am so shaken up. I feel like my insides were in a blender. It’s so exciting to see all of these plot points and hints and through lines and motifs that you’ve been laying out and I am just over the moon about everything. You have created  a  n o v e l, and it’s gorgeous. I am disintegrating. I can feel my molecules breaking up. I read a book once where a lady cried acidic material and when she started sobbing she just sunk into a hole in the floor and that’s what I’m feeling right now.

I think I need a nap. I don’t have any idea how to articulate this. Just know that you’ve done amazingly. Just. You are absolutely incredible, my friend. I can feel these characters living and breathing in the letterings and you somehow make it new and fresh material every time, no matter the fact that I’ve seen the show or how often I’ve reread your work. Each of the characters takes on such a vibrancy of life and independence under your guidance, and I adore getting to “meet” them and learn how they work in your narrative. Just stupendous

[puella-peanut]

I wish you would write Daniel flirting with some other guy while Terry is jealous and trying to get his attention. They're not together yet so Terry really has no claim and they're in public so he's trying to remain socially acceptable lmao. Daniel being oblivious or not is up to you

Oh my god, I love this. Terry trying to remain socially acceptable, Daniel being oblivious to the effect he has on people men. Some real potential for comedy here folks. And let Terry get his comeuppance for once, hehe. Here are some thoughts...

—Terry has always been a planner, always has something up his tailored sleeve. Which is why he’s at a total loss for how badly his plan for the afternoon has gone awry. He’d intended to sweep Danny off his little feet at this fancy afternoon garden party he’d cordially invited the boy to—to give the poor darling a taste of the finer things in life, and of course to show what he, Terry, would be giving him when he made things official (because of course Daniel is his already, he just doesn’t know it yet).

—But, well...maybe it had been a mistake to buy Daniel that gauzy, see-through summer shirt, and those matching slim-cut trousers (in full white to set off that delicious tan skin), and have him parade about the garden, growing more sun-kissed and lovely by the hour. The boy is turning heads with a vengeance which is one thing (and Terry does so love to show off what is his)...but the problem remains that these upper class louts don’t know that Daniel is his. (Neither does Danny-boy.) Fuck.

—And really, this is stoking Terry’s ego to see how everyone desires his boy, but also—he’s pretty much done nothing but swat these men away from Daniel since they’ve arrived. Just like keeping a swarm of bees from an especially attractive flower. Whoever knew taking the boy out would be such a job and a half? Terry’s not had such an exhausting time in a while—he’s had multi-million business deals less stressful!

—And well Christ on a stick just what he needs—here comes the buffoon of the hour, Spencer James-Edgar Lovejoy-Phillips the Fifth with his idiotic name, too many hyphens, his Swiss Bank Account(s), hideous love of pinstriped suits, and—

—...Apparently an interest in Daniel that runs deeper than just lust. (!!!) Terry’s gaze sharpens, he immediately shifts so his body is as close to Daniel’s as possible without having an arm around him. If only, but that might scare him off, skittish thing that he is. Anyhoo, Terry sends Spencer an ice cold smile as he sips his 5000 year old wine—all while fantasizing about Spencer’s (slow and painful) demise. 

—Meanwhile, Danny innocently prattles on, and clumsily flirts (and it would be so utterly adorable if Terry had been on the receiving end!)—but Spencer looks too damn charmed for his own good, and so smug that the boy is clearly interested (un-fucking-believable!!) in him. Terry silently fumes and wonders if he should round kick him into the bubbling fountain nearby. Maybe he can pass it off as an accident? Man accidentally dies after falling into garden-fountain and snapping his neck: he can taste the headlines now. He shoves a fist into his pocket. This is not happening. (Except that it is.)

—...Terry can’t believe the thought crosses his mind as Daniel and Spencer chit-chat, but, does Daniel have a thing for blonds? Sure, Spencer is tall (though not nearly as tall as Terry, hah), with golden-blond hair (so what?), grey-eyed (Terry preferred his own blue), broad-shouldered and fit (nothing on Terry though). He’s so jealous that even though he’s grasping at straws at this point he’ll do anything to soothe his ruffled feathers. 

—And FOR FUCKS SAKE did Spencer just brush Daniel’s arm? And did Danny lean into it a bit?! 

—Anyway, Terry breaks his wine glass since he’s holding it so tightly. What a pity it isn’t Spencer’s neck. (At least Danny is concerned that he hasn’t cut himself too badly. Take that, you blond fuck.)

—Terry gets his boy to bandage up his hand (so the party isn’t a total loss). And Danny does fuss over him in the privacy of a secluded gazebo, wondering innocently if Terry has heatstroke, or maybe it was the wine? The moment is sweet, and Daniel looks like a wood-nymph in the afternoon sun. If only Spencer were here to stew in jealousy, it would be perfect. Heh.

—Somehow the afternoon ends with Spencer falling into the garden fountain, spraining his arm badly. The guests wonder what happened, and Terry just shrugs. He was probably tipsy, the Lovejoy-Phillips family could never hold their liquor, could they? Terry just soothes Daniel, anxious thing, while Spencer departs to nurse his wounds. Terry just grins as he leads Daniel away--no one even noticed his scuffed shoe, did they?

—In the car, Daniel can't stop babbling about what a good time he had, and how kind (the men) had been to him. His obliviousness is totally adorable, and Terry's jealousy is soothed. Until he says that Spencer did give him a private number, and told Daniel to "expect a call" later on that week. 

—It's a good thing there's a driver, because Terry would have dissolved into road-rage by now. 

—When night comes, Terry has one hell of a migraine, as his pale-Irish ass has been deeply fried by the sun. He had assumed that he might be leaving with something along those lines—but a rival?! For Danny’s heart?! Unacceptable. He’s going to destroy Spencer. In fact, he’s going to start planning his demise tonight. Just as soon as he gets an icepack and some fucking aloe vera first. Damn it. 

[iconoclast-infidels]

Recap & Rename - Nico's "The living are the hope of the dead" Verse or "Raging Sharknado" Verse - Either or. lmao

General info:

Dmitry - Other half of his soul - Ok not just a romantic metaphor because part of his soul has been amputated and surgically injected into his heart. Yo. It's a thing.

Dmitry Kolyavich Churchill-Myasnikov - Yeaaaaaaaah the last name thing. Nico took it hyphenated too. So Nico is really annoying with his 'Merican repeat vocalization attempts at saying his own last name over and over. Niccolo Jeremiah Churchill-Myasnikov. It's probably his number one self soothing technique as he plays with Nick slime, blows bubbles, smoke rings, finger paints on dirty car windows, anything really. It's coming out of his mouth.

Dmitry has also sold his soul to Nico via demonic contract. Usually this by default ends with damning the exchanged soul to Hell after death. Of course there's the caveat that Dmitry doesn't stay dead for long. Nico never mentions to Dmitry the one side-effect this may have on him either considering their unique heart situation mentioned above. He may inadvertantly also be damning himself, but can't truly know and doesn't care because he's always believed himself to be damned due to being a demonic halfling child to begin with. Their souls are pretty entwined at this point. Now he's mixed with another sort of fallen angel? He goes around believing he could never make it to Heaven anyhow. Dmitry has always had more faith in him than that even if the system was truly rigged as Nico tends to believe.

Nico's goal in life used to always be to find his absent demonic father and make him proud. This way he'd be able to rise in the demon ranks for fear of being tortured due to his human nature.

The longer he's been with Dmitry and throughout all the cataclysmic events that have evolved Nico his goals are changing... sort of. He wants his earth family. He's focused on life a little more than death and that wasn't always the case. Is he still obsessed with death? Sure. But, he actually wants to live now even if that means he has to be a cyborg koala to do it. He's good with that.

The Good Family Through Nico's Eyes

Dmitry's and Nico's family - Gary the Penguin, Lisbeth the cat, Nadya - Dmitry's mother, Nova - Nico's biological mother - Nova Noelle - and a sounder of boars. Oh, and let's not forget Luca, Dmitry's alter.

Nico's Foster Family - All still reside in Detroit (Mom - Veeda) Has a tendency to call them Psuedo-Mom or Faux-Dad adding such random prefixes to their monikers in playful affection still to this day.

Nico's real sisters exist out there still. This means the twin sisters who are actually witches that Nova had adopted and Nico was raised with until he was taken away from her. They weren't biologically his sisters, but they were raised with him and his biological mother. They were separated in foster care. He learned later they were adopted by another family. He only saw them once and chose not to approach when he saw them living a happy life afraid he'd curse them since he destroys everything he touches. This is an avenue of Nico and Nova's tale yet to be completely adventured. They were Nova's best friend's children. She took them in upon an untimely death of the biological family. All of this was demon/magic related. All the more to Nova's tale and why she's so hard headed herself and was so protective of Nico until it all fell apart. That may be something Nova wants to explore more even if Nico did not when he had the chance.

The Friends Nico Tolerates as a Masking Non-People Person

Caim - The demon who took an interest in Nico when Murmur wasn't around. If Murmur wasn't going to take up on his son's loyalty, this demon saw it as a way to get in and create a bond of loyalty. It was an "I was there when your father wasn't" type of bond. It's one of the few demons in Hell Nico might choose to turn to in a bind, not that any are completely safe or without ulterior motive. There's a slew of demons under this ring that fall in the category of Nico knows them through Caim, but he doesn't really know them very personally. Nico is not tight with much of Hell.

Amelia - The red head that actually knows about Dmitry and his whole life. So of course he's down with his BFF

Wasp - Biker/Hacker friend/s. Nico's down with this person and her crew thereof. She was probably Nico's fave friend of Dmitry's people.

Samael - The Angel of Death - He is absolutely fascinated by this person and actually thrives in their appearances, however harbors suspect feelings around them in case he's there to take Dmitry aways worried there's going to be a final time. He holds no belief that God would grant him the gift of Dmitry forever and there is nothing more sus than an angel coming into the scene to take his angel back where he rightfully deserves to be even if Nico would fight for Dmitry tooth and nail to keep him. He's selfish like that. That's the only way Nico could ever see that. So Samael's presense does keep him on edge despite the fascination.

Jovan - Ghost boy - Yeah, that happened. Oops. That was probably Nico's fault. Jealously happens. But, ghost friends are cool, right? Of course a necro-ghost-sensitive halfling like himself would get stuck with an annoying "accidental death" of his making guy that he'll always be able to sense because of who he is. Fun. Ghost life after death means unfinished business for Jovan. Nico didn't plan on that. At least he plays guitar? Nico plans on making up for this one. Yes, demon boy feels guilty.

Lock - A werewolf that got involved. Son of the Boogie Man. Hell shit is weird. Nico doesn't question it anymore. Who doesn't like dudes that like crows? Yeah, we'll see. He's on squinty eyes with him still. Unsure.

Le Not So Good People In Nico's Eyes

Murmur - His Demonic father despite the constant need for his attention and approval.

Collin Hackshaw - Though this name is never uttered. Dmitry's father.

Leila - Soul he hated hearing about not because of the thought that Dmitry could have been in love before him, as everyone has a past, but because Dmitry used to speak as if he still was. Big jealousy vibes there. It was hard to compete with a non existant person held on a pedestal. That got worked through though and Nico's more secure than he used to be on that matter or he'd not have gotten married.

Tags that may be used, Raging Sharknado Thoughts, Cyborg Koala, My Journal, Nico things, Dmitry Feelz, Nico's Playlist, v.the living are the hope of the dead, my cute nerdy boyfriend is outsmarting me again and I don't care, rock hound shit, space shit, quotes

[hangmanbradshaw]

Soooo when Jake and Bradley get married...how's their last name going to work? Seresin-Bradshaw (SB)? Bradshaw-Seresin (BS)? Will Jake just take Bradshaw? Cause let's all be real Bradley won't be taking Seresin. Or will Jake be the only one to hyphenate?

I’ve been thinking about this and I’m torn. Either they both hyphenate to be Seresin-Bradshaw or Jake takes Bradshaw (maybe keeps Seresin on his jersey until his last year and then he changes it for his jersey too and Bradley almost cries) (or he just changes it immediately idk) either way no way in hell will anyone take the opportunity from Jake to be a bradshaw in some capacity. He’d be SO PROUD to be a Bradshaw. Constantly correcting people when they get it wrong.

[show-us-kaidenshenandoah]

ill eventually make a proper, pretty intro-post

but hello, hi, i am Kaiden-Shenandoah Knapp

also, yes, Kaiden-Shenandoah is my first name. the hyphen is optional, but you still have to type/say the whole thing. no, you may not call me "Kaiden". yes, i am aware it is a mouthful lol

(probably gonna change my surname is "Knapped" in a few years. i wanna distance myself from some shitty family while making the Indigeneity in my surname more apparent. dont be surprised when that happens. im just putting it off bc i got a lot on my plate rn lol)

(also if you knew me as "Kayleen", hi, hello, i no longer go by that childhood nickname. it is retired, wave goodbye, better to have loved and lost and all that)

this is my messily mindless "welcome to my head" blog, we do things very casually here. im making it my new Main (as of 24 March 2024). my professional/art blog is @kaidenshenandoahknapp

but the real point of this post is: i am not a bot lol

and also, stuff is on a queue (until i do a mass-reblog binge but, typically, i am on queue)

everything in my queue is now 2 post per 24 hours (as of: 20 April 2024)

ive been on tumblr before, but since this is a new Main, im just going through my favorite content-creation blogs i know and mass-queueing loads of the op's projects. (if you are one of those said blogs and find this nth new notes a day from me annoying, please let me know; and i will just spam them all to Post Now so i can get out of your hair asap) i'm also just not good at regularly keeping up with creators' new stuff week-by-week, so instead i generally mass-queue because i assume mass-reblogging is a bit more overwhelming, idk, maybe im just overthinking lol

tags guide: (mostly for me, ngl lol i need reminders of what i tag what when i do my mass-queues)

#me - me posting something

#relatable - "omg that is so me" at someone else's post

#aesthetic - me just really liking the vibes, which sometimes just also happens to be pretty to look at lmao

#canines wolves and werewolves i love - i know what i am about. ill probably have more "niche My Special Interest tags" as i find posts that fit them

#nutty nutcrackers / #the nutcracker - another Special Interest tag. pretty self-explanatory, i like The Nutcracker a lot lmao

#betty boop - you would think this belongs with fandom tags, but no. part of why i am obsessed with her (and have been since i was, like, 14) is because she was the popularization of the very next tag's trend

#infantalization in animation - it's when you apply baby facial proportions to an adult bodied character, it's most often done in female characters. i'll be using this tag outside of animated stuff btw. but yeah, anything that examines that visual design choice i am all 👀 over lmao

#other people's art - any individual person, not counting final version of studio work (like ill tag "Lilo and Stitch"'s exploratory concept art with this, sure, but i wont tag stills of the "Lilo and Stitch" film)

↳ #animal art

↳ #background art

↳ #oc art - is all "my original character in a canon piece" kind of ocs, not the "my original character in my original story" type

↳ there are also specifically listed artists here and there if they have influenced me/my style in the past or recently (such as but not limited to: #rvsa). almost all of them are indies with social media (aka: no Van Gogh, no Hayao Miyazaki. if they have their own fandom, i tag said fandom and not the specific artist, usually. it depends. there are some gray areas)

#brushes - the (digital) brushes people i like use

#art tips

#writing tips - is about actually doing the practice

#on writing - is the philsophy about the practice

#[insert fandom here]

#[insert fandom here] analysis

(here are the tags i chose for some fandoms that had multiple possible tags. this is not all of my fandom tags)

● #studio ghibli, #[insert studio ghibli title here] (i tag both the movie itself and studio. because sometimes i want something from the original movie, so i go into those tags; and i also go to the studio to look at overarching things since the studio has such a strong overall aesthetic/visual brand)

● #[insert disney title] (here, i do tag the specific movies and i dont just use the studio. because im usually looking for specific things this one disney movie has)

● #moomin (as opposed to "moominvalley", "tales of moominvalley", or the like)

● #my hero academia (so many different options for one work)

● #trigun (so many different branching creations from one source lmao im just gonna lump them together)

● #into the spiderverse (i dont use "across the spiderverse" for simplicity's sake, and i don't use the hyphen/space between "spider(-)verse" also for simplicity. its easier for me to be consistent if i just go "nah, its all one word")

● #marvel comics (i do not tag the mcu specifically)

● #dc comics, #batman (i tag both. but i dont tag any other dc comics property. i just know im esp obsessed with the batfam enough that, sure, they should get their own tag)

[amberjazmyn]

honey bee

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - honey bee 

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - single dad x rob, widower x rob, young adult daughter, wedding day, flashbacks and flashforwards, childhood nickname, some tears and mention of hospital

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - it's a supernatural convention where rob benedict's twenty one year old daughter rowena is asked to come up on stage to sing a song with her dad. and she suggests honey bee by louden swain, her dad's band. the song that he wrote specifically for his daughter, his honey bee which was the nickname for rowena since his deceased wife became pregnant with rowena. flashbacks to special moments in the father and daughter relationship, like rowena's wedding day, rowena's birth, when rob thought he'd outlive his daughter and when rowena was younger. 

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - okay, i must admit, until very recently when i went back down my obsession tunnel of supernatural, i finally got my head out of my arse and finally started listening to rob and his indie band, louden swain. and, instantly, the second honey bee started playing, i fell in love and, it made me go back to the eleven years i had with my dad before he sadly passed away. honey bee is my absolute favourite of louden swain's and it's probably my favourite song as of ever right now and, nothing can change that! also, i know that honey bee was released in 2014 but, do ignore the fact and please pretend it was released years ago just so it can fit my storyline! so, like always, i have placed these warnings here for a reason, the lyrics will be in bold italics and the flashbacks will be in italics. enjoy my loves 

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rob had always wished for the day that his only daughter would finally come up on stage with him during the famous supernatural jibcon saturday night special concert and sing a song with him. and, tonight, the day had finally arrived and rob's daughter, twenty-one-year-old rowena list (nee benedict) was going to be doing a duet with her dad, rob. 

"...guys, let's welcome to our saturday night special concert, mrs rowena benedict-list, rob's daughter!" richard introduces as rowena rushes on stage, waving to the crowd 

she then runs straight over to her dad as they hug, making the crowd scream. rowena then waves to the rest of the supernatural cast who were watching from side stage. 

"hey y'all, how are we tonight?" rowena calls out as she then turns to correct rich

"and...umm...rich, sorry to be a bother but umm you...you got my last name incorrect, again," rowena giggles as rich gives her a look of 'are you fucking serious?'

"how? mary, jesus and joseph!" rich exasperated dramatically as everyone chuckles as she tells him again

"i'm married, if you couldn't tell rich. and, i'm no longer hyphenating my name, i thought my dad would've told you at least if spencer hadn't!" rowena giggles as rich smiles and shakes his head, asking her to 'ease' the joke

"okay then, what is your preferred last name then, rowena?" rich asks, his sarcasm dripping as he accentuates the word preferred which makes rowena laugh again

"it's list...rowena list thank you very much, rich!" rowena giggles as she could tell that her dad and the rest of the supernatural cast who were watching got a real kick from this interaction - as were the audience 

"you sounded like james bond just then and i am not going to argue anymore or get it wrong," rich spoke as he giggles and then continues on with the 'script' 

"so, before we start singing, rowena my darling, it's been a while since we've seen you grace our supernatural covnentions so, if you could remind us, where have you been for those who may not know?" rich asks every so lovingly as rowena's sandwiched in between her dad and dad's best friend

"i'm glad you asked rich as i've honestly missed coming and seeing y'all on the weekends but, as you guys may know, me and my long-term fiancé, spencer list got married a little over a month ago now *cheers* thank you guys...and then we went on our honeymoon to hawaii and then we came home i think a week ago. and yes guys, the rumours are true, dad did miss me and cried when spence and i came home *giggles as rob pushes rowena*. but, he's obviously feeling better now that we're back!" rowena struggled to get out the last part of her sentence out after rob had pushed his own daughter because of the comment she made 

"i did not cry at the airport..." rob pouts as rowena gives her dad the look as he then rolled his eyes and told the truth

"...okay fine i did cry at the airport but, only because it reminded me of when rowena was really young and i'd come home from in between filming. and when i'd come home, she would always, no matter what, scream out 'daddy' and sprint over to me and i'd brace myself because her favourite thing to do was to have me catch her and pick her up at the same time. and she did the same thing when she and spence came home from their honeymoon so...yeah...i did cry because i got a little nostalgic. but, no crying will be happening tonight because it'll be a fun night. so, my very lovely daughter, rowena lois, what is the song that you want to sing with me tonight?" rob finally asks the question that rowena had waited this entire time, saying the song without even needing a breath

"honey bee!" rowena responds as the crowd lights up, rob feels his shoulders relax as a sentimental and emotional look overcame his facial features as he looked at his daughter

"well, since the original honey bee has spoken, that is the song that we will be singing! let's go!" rob spoke with the biggest smile on his face as rowena squealed

she excitedly placed her microphone on her mic stand and placed her hands behind her back as rob tried to remember the guitar chords to the song. and that was due to the fact that they were slightly different to the ukelele chords of which the song is originally played on. as soon as rob got the chords correctly, he started with the first verse.

"you woke up, even with the nightlight on, you're seeing shadows in the break of dawn,"

as a little girl, rowena would often fall asleep with a nightlight on, as many kids do, and she'd see shadows in the break of dawn. and sometimes, the shadows would then see her wake up in the mornings. rob smiled lovingly towards rowena as he sang that line, smiling back at her dad, rowena allowed him to finish the verse so she could join in for the pre-chorus. 

"you called out, deep inside a dream of your own, it was a nightmare, i was all alone,"

five-year-old rowena was thrashing and crying around in her sleep, like something was troubling her in her sleep. she tried to wake herself up out of it and call out for her daddy, however it seemed as if the dream wasn't a dream but a nightmare. because rob was all alone, he wasn't sure how he could handle seeing his little honey bee cry out for him because of a nightmare. but, because he was a single dad, he knew he had to do it because hearing his little girl cry didn't make him feel good at all. 

"...daddy, please, make it stop! it...it's scaring me....daddy! DADDY!" rowena screamed her lungs out as she panted, rob knew he had to act quickly and he did

"hey, hey, honey bee, ssh, it's okay. whatever got you is no longer going to hurt you no more. you are safe!" rob managed to calm his little girl down as he could breathe as he cradled and rocked his little honey bee in his lap

"dad...daddy...i...i thought it was going to hur...hurt me..." rowena whimpered out as she hid her face in her daddy's bare chest as he continued to rock the two of them back and forth

"...who was going to hurt you, honey bee? who was going to hurt you?" rob cooed softly as it was coming up to three in the morning as rowena whimpered again before responding to her dad

"it...it was a...a tall bloodied up version of...of uncle moose," rowena whimpered as rob's heart sunk, he knew that uncle moose, jared his supernatural costar, was rowena's favourite uncle although she loved to say that she didn't pick favourites 

"oh, honey bee, it was all just a nightmare. uncle moose would never do such a thing, he would never ever think to scare you like that nightmare did. he can't even hurt a fly!" rob whispered as he began to tickle rowena to make her laugh and it worked, she began to laugh

"you promise?" rowena sniffled, even though she did know that in real life, uncle jared wouldn't ever purposefully or intentionally scare, she still wanted to give her five-year-old self the comfort in knowing that if her dad pinky promised, he wasn't lying to her 

"i pinky promise, honey bee," rob smiled as she then requested for her daddy to sing her the only song that could possibly get her to sleep after such a nightmare like the one she just had

"daddy, could you sing me honey bee?" rowena looked up, her small voice filled with sleep as rob smiled and nodded his head 

"of course i can, honey bee," rob smiled as he pulled his own honey bee closer as he started singing the song to her 

"you woke up even with the nightlight on..." 

"there was not a little ballerina dancing for no one beside herself," 

everyone cheered for rowena as she joined in for the pre-chorus alongside her dad as she couldn't hide the smile on her face. being on stage with her dad was probably her absolute favourite thing in the entire world - especially when her uncles and aunties were around her. 

the father and daughter look at each other again as they sing the next line of the chorus and the first time they mention the song title.  

"you buzz around me like a honey bee, the world brand new awaits you, wait for me," 

rowena giggled softly as those words reverberated from her lips and into the mic as she remembered a small memory of her one year for halloween. she had literally dressed up as a honey bee and was taken on the set of supernatural and a video from uncle jared was taken of rowena in her bee costume. the video was of her running around rob as though she was buzzing around him like a honey bee. it seemed as if rob had caught on to the memory as he also giggled softly as they continued to sing. 

"fill the cup, water always does the trick, seal the lid and let you cry with it," 

although rowena thought she could connect a memory to every single long of the song, this first line of verse two always slightly confused her. she always thought that one day, when she was old enough, she'd understand it and wouldn't need to ask her dad. however, at twenty-one, she still couldn't understand the analogy behind the line so maybe it was time to ask the meaning of it. 

she then looked over to the side to see if spencer, her husband, was watcing alongside the rest of the supernatural cast and, he was. he was having so much fun watching his wife and father-in-law sing together as he stood next to jared and jensen who were also having a great time watching their niece and best friend/co-star sing togther. 

"you grow up, i wrestle with it every day, got to cherish every little frame"

it was rowena's last first day of her senior year of high school. and, just like every other father whose teenage/early adult children were starting their senior year, decided that he had to take a photo of her on her last first day. 

"...dad, come on, do you seriously have to take a photo of me? i'm starting senior year today, i think it's getting a little old," rowena, seventeen-years-old, crossed her arms over as she smiled lovingly towards her father who had his iphone out ready to take a photo of his only daughter 

"yes, i do honey bee, please? can i just take at least two? your uncles and aunties in the supernatural group chat are begging me and i'll post the better-looking one to my instagram story?" rob tried to convince his little honey bee as she smiled and uncrossed her arms - knowing full well she couldn't ever say no to her dad

"of course you can, dad!" rowena smiled as she posed, placing her hand that was closest to the island on top of it, her right leg positioned over her left leg and her head slightly tilted for the first photo

"first one, done and now second one!" rob called out as rowena changed poses, no longer leaning against the island but jumping onto it and sitting on it, one leg stretched all the way out whilst the other one was bent as her hands rested on the island, keeping her balanced 

once rob had taken both photos, rowena jumped off of the island to look at the photos that her dad had taken. and, she liked them both but decided that the one of her sitting was going to the supernatural group chat and the one of her stanidng was going onto rob's instagram story. the first one showed off more of her outfit which was a lovely blue maxi floral wrap dress that landed at her ankles - and yes, her school had a very loose dress code

"got to cherish every little frame..." 

"i know there was a time before you but, for the life of me, i can't recall,"

rob was so proud of himself as he sang that line straight to his little honey bee who smiled right back at him as her blue eyes glistened underneath the stage lights. 

wails of rob's first child, his newborn daughter filled the hospital room, his wife sadly deceased due to the traumatic childbirth, leaving him as a single father to his little honey bee. tears filled his ocean blue eyes as he watched intently at how interested and reactive his new daughter was to everything that was around her. they shared the same blue eyes, the same shy smile that then became a giant, glistening smile that lit up any room, the same brown hair that was if tussled the right way, looked curly. already, she was her daddy's twin, if she were male, she'd be her daddy's identical twin. however, since little honey bee had now been introduced into this world, it seemed as if she was all his world circulated around now. i mean, it had too now that he was a single father to the little bubba. yet, it seemed as if he wasn't able to remember his life before little honey bee, even though he knew it existed, he just couldn't for the life of him, recall what his life was like before honey bee was born. 

"...rob, congratulations on the baby girl and our deepest condolences about your wife. i know for sure that she didn't plan out a name for the little honey bee but, did you, by any chance, have any ideas on the name of your beautiful little girl?" cadence, his wife's midwife asked so she could print out the birth certificate of the newest arrival to the world as rob smiled at his honey bee, before looking back up to cadence

"rowena lois benedict," rob smiled up at cadence and she smiled back, nodding her head and getting right to her new job as rob's focus went straight back down to little rowena

"hello my gorgeous honey bee. i love you, rowena, so much!" 

"you bound around me, always fancy free, the world brand new awaits you, wait for me."

although rob did promise to not cry during the song, he may have lied just a little bit. his eyes were getting glassy and due to him having his hands full due to playing the guitar, rowena noticed. she pouted and she wiped the tear away with her thumb and pointer finger as the crowd erupted into a cheer of aww's. 

"aw, dad!" rowena whispered softly as her pointer finger wiped another tear just after her thumb did as rob giggled softly as he continued to sing, rowena joining in again

"ask me why there's pain and there's lies, don't always have the answer but i'm happy to try,"

rob couldn't remember the last time he had been so terrified for his little honey bee. maybe he remembers the last time being so scared for his daughter was when she got her last immunisation shots? wait, no, that didn't sound right as she now gets them done on the school campus. okay...yeah...no, he couldn't remember when the last time he had been so fearful for his little girl but, maybe this time topped all of those other forgotten times. rob's little honey bee had been air-flown to the hospital after she had been pushed off the jetty at a beach with some "friends" when it was late at night and she still hadn't come home. which was very strange as she was never one to lie or to come home late and got against her dad's very loose rules. 

rushing into that hospital alongside his daughter's three uncles, jared, jensen and misha, he had never been so urgent to get to his daughter until that very moment. making it even worse when he had to be forcefully held back by jared, jensen and misha so the nurses could wheel rowena out to then place her into the hospital room. only a hallway away from where the four men and a hospital receptionist were standing. 

it was two hours later when the four men were able to go visit their daughter and niece and they hadn't seen a scene so traumatising until that moment. an unusual pain that rob had never felt before twisted his heart as he saw all the tubes and machines that were the only things keeping his daughter alive at that very moment all attached to her. it made him go into a time loop of every single moment of rowena's life from the day she was born to this very moment of which she laid still, lifeless in that hospital bed. the very same hospital in which she was born at fifteen years ago.

"...dad...daddy?" a small voice that sounded hoarse and broken rang out as rob, jared, jensen and misha all woke up 

rob's head lifted up immediately from where his head had been laying on his daughter's hospital bed as his eyes softened. jared, jensen and misha also relaxing as rowena finally woke up.

"hey...hey, honey bee, are you okay? do you need water?" rob asked as rowena seemed dazed and confused but still managed to smile her smile that was still ever so identical to her father's

"i...i'm fine, just...just dazy and a little confused. but some water would be nice actually, thanks daddy," an almost fifteen year old rowena muttered out as her voice seemed to fade away due to lack of lubrication in her throat 

"of course i can, honey bee. uncle jared has just gone to fetch a nurse just to check your vitals. does anything hurt, what's your pain score?" rob asked softly as he grabbed ahold of his daughter's hand as misha helped her take another gulp of water before she responded, jensen keeping the door open for the nurse and jared

"oh...okay...i...i didn't know moose was here too. umm, no, i don't think anything hurts? what happened?" rowena questioned as rob, misha and jensen's eyes widened as jared walked in, does she have temporary amnesia

"honey bee, you...you were at the beach all afternoon and it was coming up to midnight and you still weren't home nor were you responding to my texts and you..." 

"...and i was jetty jumping with who i thought were some friends before i was pushed off the railing and i fell into the water..." rowena spoke in confusion as she widened her eyes, misha, rob and jensen in just as much shock as jared and the nurse had arrived

making jensen finally move away from the door and back next to misha, "...hello honey bee, nice to see you're awake again my sweet girl. now, i'm sure dad has already run through this with you just as uncle jared and i walked in but, does anything hurt and out of ten, what's your pain score?" the nurse, lisa, asks as she took some of rowena's vitals such as her pulse and heart rate as the girl blinked before responding 

"uh...umm, i don't think anything hurts and i don't know my pain score as i don't know what hurts or what i've injured..." rowena spoke in worry, seemingly latching onto her dad's confusion and worry to the fact that she couldn't feel pain with no clue as to what it was she had injured

"...oh, honey bee, that's completely understandable. we have been giving you high doses of pain medication so you would wake up and have little to no pain so glad it hasn't worn off just yet. but, what you did do is, you extensively bruised a rib, caused internal bleeding and you also injured your leg. but, lucky for you, you just escaped breaking or fracturing it so, no crutches or a leg boot for you. all you need to do is keep an eye on it as whilst you didn't exactly injure it, if you do notice any changes or abnormalities in pain, come back straight away as there may have been something we could have missed during the x-rays and ct scans," lisa explained as rowena nodded her head, it sounded like what happened was quite minor, excluding the whole internal bleeding thing, that is until she finds out it wasn't minor at all 

"oh, seriously? that...that's not too bad, is it?" rowena responded as lisa's face fell as did her dad's and three uncles as that worried the girl

"the internal bleeding was so bad that we had to temporarily place you in a coma to stop you from haemorrhaging and possibly dying just soley based on the internal bleeding. that and the bruised rib, it's bruised so badly that you won't be able to twist and turn your body for at least a month so the bruise can recover inside and out. in fact, it was just your leg that was the only major injury you managed to escape from so, yes, it was pretty bad honey bee," lisa spoke softly as rowena gulped as she made eye contact with her dad and uncles 

she could have possibly died and left her father all alone, not just as a widower but as a grieving parent without any other child to take care of. the fact that rob could have possibly outlived his only daughter and his wife really shook him up in all the worst ways. and it took him until seven the next morning to finally fall into a deep enough sleep without waking up in beads of sweat and tears due to having a nightmare of his daughter dying in that hospital bed. 

"ask me how, there's you and there's now, i'll share it with you soon as i figure it out,"

"dad...daddy?" rowena croaked out as she laid uncomfortably on the couch with pillows surrounding her bruised rib so she wouldn't injure it further 

before rowena could even blink properly, her dad was right by her side, "yes honey bee, what's up?" rob spoke softly as he brushed his fingers through his little girl's hair

"why is there so much pain and lies in this world and why am i feeling both of those things at the same time?" rowena asked in a desperate tone as rob's heart broke, he could tell she was sick and tired of her bruised rib and the internal bleeding she had received from the accident

speaking of the accident, the group of girls responsible for pushing rowena off the jetty were actually charged with an attempted manslaughter charge and an attempted fleeing the scene charge. after they had pushed her, they had actually tried to flee the scene until some lovely patrons who had seen the incident take place, tackled one of the girls whilst the others swam into the beach below to save rowena's life. and then, another person raised the alarm since they were confused as to why a group of fifteen/sixteen year old girls were still out at the beach at midnight on a school night. and it seemed as if they had the intuition to know that something fishy was going to happen. they just hadn't realised it would have been something as malicious as an attempt of manslaughter and fleeing. 

"i...i don't know my honey bee, i really don't know. it's a good question but, right now, i don't know the answer. but, i promise, once i figure it out, you'll be the first one i tell, okay?" rob smiled softly as his little honey bee smiled for what seemed like the first time in months as she then held out her pinky finger like she used to do when she was younger

"pinky promise?" she pouted as he smiled and nodded his head 

"pinky promise," 

"hang on my love, time's running out, cherish the day, that's what life is about," 

"....dad? what are you doing?" sixteen-year-old rowena, fully healed from her jetty accident giggled as she was getting ready to leave to an awards show with her dad and fellow cast

"i'm just....having a moment to just pause. the day is running out so, i'm cherishing it before it finishes. that's what i always said to you, that's what life is about my little honey bee," rob smiled, pinching his little girl's cheek as she giggled, swatting his hand away

"if you say so dad but, seriously, one more minute otherwise we'll be late and i don't want to be on cliff's murder list. not that he has one i'd imagine but, still, if we get in trouble i am for sure, putting all the blame on you!" rowena giggled as she lifted up her lilac-coloured dress which showed off her sparkled heels as she ran outside the front door

right where cliff, the security guard and driver for jared and jensen, and two more cast members, her uncle jared and uncle misha were waiting for them so they could leave.

"whatever you say, rowena lois," rob smiled as he took in a deep breath and nodded his head 

closing and locking the front door, rob jogged on behind his daughter to where cliff, jared, misha and rowena were all waiting on him for the award show that supernatural had a couple of nominations at. 

"so ask me what song i should sing, i'll hum it just to hear you ask anything," 

it seemed as if this song had really brought the house down in the way of how emotional and touching it was for the audience and the other supernatural cast members to watch. the father and daughter due continued to sing as rob sang the lyrics as rowena hummed the harmony, just like the lyrics suggested. 

"...i understand now why rob's always called rowena his little honey bee," jensen whispered, nudging over to spencer who just smiled and nodded his head 

"yeah, it's a sweet little story i think. rob actually told me after the wedding ceremony happened, it actually got me emotional as i never knew that her mom died during the birth of her and that honey bee was actually the nickname both mom and rob called her whilst they were pregnant with her. it's very sweet, especially when you think about the fact that they have the song as well," spencer whisperd back as jensen smiled and nodded his head

jensen really liked spencer, everyone in the supernatural cast did. actually, like was not the right word to describe it. the whole cast love spencer so, when they found out that rowena was going to be marrying him, they were more than over the moon. 

"yeah, it's...it's definitely a very sentimental thing that rowena's going to have with her for the rest of her life, even after rob..." jensen whispered as he absentmindedly swayed side to side as he heard the lyrics and the guitar fill the room 

"there you are, smiling in the same old way, 'cause maybe it's your wedding day," 

just like when she had been just born, rowena smiled that same old smile that was shy at first but then glistened and lit up every room she walked into. it had once again blindsided rob and made him emotional as it was finally the day of her wedding to her long-term fiancé, spencer list. she was wearing a gorgeous white, boho style, lace detailed, low-back and slit dress that really showed off the features that she really loved about herself. her light brown hair that now looked blonde had been put into two braids that were done up in low style buns with the rest of her hair that had been curled laying flat against her back with two pieces at the front of her head curled, which framed her face perfectly. a flower wreath had also been incorporated into her hair as it sat perfectly and made her hair look like a little fairy garden. rob hadn't ever been so mesmerised by his daughter in this way since her high school graduation. in which she was seventeen/eighteen and it was the first time she had ever worn a white dress to a school event and she had looked beautiful. but now, on the day of her wedding, she looked astronomically stunning in white. 

"...honey bee, you...you look absolutely gorgeous!" rob's voice caught in his throat as his eyes opened for the first look he was currently having with his daughter  

"thank you daddy, do you like it?" now, hearing his honey bee call him daddy at twenty-one years old and on her wedding day gave him the same butterflies like it did when she first said that word all those years ago when she was just a baby 

"yes...yes honey bee i...i love it! can i give you a twirl and see the back?" rob wiped his eyes with his left hand whilst his right hand had raised up to grab rowena's hand so he could twirl her

rowena smiled, her hand matching her dad's as she grabs it and rob twirl's her so he could see the back of her dress.

"of course you can!" she smiled as rob then fully twirled her around and saw that the back of the dress was also, obviously, very gorgeous whilst still being simplistic all at the same time

rowena's style with clothes wasn't really dramatic. she loved the simple, minimalistic style a lot better with a little touch of bohemian swirled in there. so, for her wedding dress, she wanted the bohemian influence in what was else a very minimalistic white lace dress rather than an over the top dress.

"you and spence are getting married today, how do you feel about that, honey bee?" rob sniffled as he smiled, making his little girl smile back

"it feels amazing dad, it really does. i honestly still can't believe it really!"  

"i see it, clear as i can see your face, there's someone who steals your heart away," 

getting emotional once again as rob and rowena thought back to her wedding, rowena once again wiping away a few of her dad's tears as they continued to sing together. her wedding flashback happily dancing around in their heads as the fans and supernatural cast just watched happily. 

even though he was just as excited as the next person in the wedding party, he was also just as terrified along with the rest of his and rowena's family that she was now getting married. she knew why it scared her dad that she was getting married. because it now meant that dad wasn't the only man who had stolen her heart away, for now spencer had taken it and now rob was no longer his daughter's first love. it was now spencer that was the boy she was head over heels in love with and saw her living the rest of her life with. 

"...you ready daddy?" rowena asked, rob tightly squeezing his daughter's hand as he tearfully smiled at his little honey bee who was now fully grown up 

"i think i am, honey bee. i'm ready to see you leave the nest," rob sniffled as rowena sweetly smiled and caught the single tear that left her dad's cheek before they were due to proceed down the aisle to her wedding ceremony to the love of her life

as the introductory song played as the father and daughter walked down the aisle, one of two things were going through both of their minds. one, even though the little honey bee was now grown up and married, she was still going to fly back and seek the comfort of her dad. two, he was still the first man that stole his honey bee's heart and taught her what it meant to be in love with the right person. 

"...thank you spencer, welcome to the family," 

"but you will always be my ballerina, dancing like we only have ourselves," 

growing up, rob made sure to have his little honey bee be involved in as many things as he could and, one of those things was dancing. ballet, more specifically and performing arts classes as the two main things that she did outside of school. one of her favourite things to do with daddy was to dance with him like they were the only two people on earth, like they only had themselves and they did. according to them, they were the only two people that populated their precious, little, safe world that was only known and fitted for them and their needs. 

"...rob, since wifey and i have finished our first dance, i think honey bee is wanting her father/daughter dance. i don't think i've seen her keener for anything else in my whole life or the entire night. i think she's wanting to be your ballerina for just one more night," spencer smiled lovingly and spoke softly as the two, now father and son-in-law, shared a beautiful moment 

rob nodded his head, thanking spencer and walked to centre stage to lead his little honey bee in a small dance of their own. 

"thank you spence, once again. and, of course, my biggest congratulations to you and rowena," rob smiled, sending his son in law a wink as he went off to the dance floor as spencer then went off to find his sister, peyton, so they could dance together 

once rob had found his little honey bee, they smiled before they started dancing and, to their luck, the song that had started to play from the dj station was none other than louden swain's, honey bee. as rob teared up, he rested one hand in rowena's as the other one rested on her back as they calmly swayed side to side, not needing to do anything extra cause that was coming later on. after the speeches and the other surprises that the bridal party had for everyone so right now, rob and rowena just swayed side to side. 

"...honey bee, you'll always be that nickname, you know that right?" rob whispered as he had finished singing a line of the song as rowena smiled as she nodded her head, lifting her head off of his chest 

"mhm," she mumbled as rob smiled, "and, ballerina?" she then countered in a question as rob giggled

"and ballerina," rob smiled as the two of them continued to sway side to side as the entire wedding party and guests watched on in awe at the father and daughter 

"you fly around me, swaying next to me, the world brand new awaits you, wait for me," 

the duo sings together as they both sway side to side, along with the crowd who were dead silent, no one saying a single thing. no one even uttering a single lyric despite everyone in the room, including the cast, basically knowing every single world, just letting the father and daughter sing it. 

if this is what twelve-year-old rowena thought that her life was going to be like when she got to twenty-one, she would have been beside herself with excitement. it still caught her off-guard sometimes that she was actually married and that she was still playing the same character on supernatural. it all hit her all at once in this single moment at how successful and happy she really was. 

rob was also in shock, never did he imagine that on the day that his honey bee was born and the day his wife died that twenty-one years later that his daughter would be married, on supernatural alongside him and be as happy as she was. and that he was even able to take complete care of that little baby and moulded her into this gorgeous, strong, funny, intelligent, caring, loving and happy girl that he had done so perfecty yet so imperfectly at the same time. it truly struck him emotionally every single day that the little girl he watched grow up was now so poised, loving, caring, talented and just outright selfless to the rest of the world. he couldn't believe that the little girl that he raised the majority of the time on his own when the supernatural cast were unavailable or before he even joined the show, that she had flourished into the lovely young woman that she was right at this moment as she sang this song with her dad.

"you buzz around me like a honey bee, the world brand new awaits you, wait for me,"

just like that once small girl that was dressed up as a honey bee that one old halloween night on the set of supernatural, chasing around her daddy like an actual honey bee, she was ready to take on the brand new world as it awaited her. but, she refused as it seemed as if her dad wasn't yet ready and that was all she needed to know that she could still wait so, she did. she waited for as long as her dad needed her to wait. 

"wait for me."

the song finished as the room erupted into cheers. straight away, rob dropped his guitar carefully, somewhat, and pulled his little girl in for a hug but not before picking her up. hr legs dangling straight down as she smiled, squishing her nose into his shoulder as they hugged for as long and as tightly as they could. 

they then pulled back as, despite the fact they run the risk of everyone hearing this next private moment between father and daughter, they didn't care one little bit. they wanted to be as transparent and honest as they could. 

"thank you for waiting for me, honey bee," rob smiled at his little girl who smiled back, not missing a single beat as everyone was in tears as they watched and heard rowena's response

"i'll always wait for you, dad,"  

"pinky promise, honey bee?"

"pinky promise, dad."

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ok, ok, this was way too cute omg! this is probably my favourite one i've written that's a happy one. also, small disclaimer, i know that rob's got two kids, a son and daughter and not three and that his wife is very much alive, i just decided to add that into the story after i had written the description because it sort of fit the description of the song in my head a bit better than if rob was married and had two other kids alongside rowena. otherwise, it would seem like i was making rob pick favourites out of his children in a piece of fiction and, i didn't want that. 

 ily xx

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[worrywrite]

Let's not overlook the other bigger elephant in the room. The death note in Discworld would not be the same death note. These two stories are fundamentals different, and so to are their devices. The Discworld death note, the actual notebook, is similar in appearance only. But the second this version of Light touches it he hears OH, HELLO LIGHT YAGAMI. YOU'RE NOT DUE FOR ANOTHER TWO MONTHS YET, BUT SINCE YOU'VE CALLED I CAN EXPEDITE THAT FOR YOU IF YOU LIKE. AND HOW DID YOU GET MY DREAM JOURNAL?

In this version I'd like to think that Light is one of Susan's students who has arrived in ankh-morpork from the Agatean Empire for study abroad.

He won't care to try and kill Vetinari, but he will try to kill Moist. But this leads to a rather humorous problem that Moist doesn't really have what you'd call a "real" name anymore and to further complicate things, his marriage certificate hyphenates Dearheart to his surname and this clerical accident seems to make Moist completely immune to the death note since his name both is and isn't Moist VonLipwig-Dearheart, giving him a Schrodinger's name. Death, who is for all intents and purposes the shinigami for this version of the study, is greatly amused by this because Moist's hourglass was one of several partially damaged by a particular altercation and the nameplate on the hourglass was damaged to the point where the name cannot be read. The book of Moist's life is also anomalous, as it is missing many significant portions where Moist lived as other people. Death is further intrigued by the fact that there are a number of completely empty hourglasses with the names Moist has used on them. Death keeps adding more rules to his dream journal death note because of this.

Vetinari is aware of what is happening. Mostly, at least. He fully knows that Death is an entity and assumes recent spontaneous deaths are an extension of something that Death is doing that is connected to Light. He extends Light an opportunity to run the ankh-morpork prison system so that he can reform it into an actual reform system rather than a purely punitive system. Light's assistant is Elle, an androgynous, dwarf, shut in prison guard who basically lives in a central panopticon room and eats nothing but treacle nougat and candied rat meat.

[forjongseong]

yo te quiero más // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; making out; unprotected sex; public sex; profanity; oral sex (both receiving); fingering; creampie; mentions of marriage. // wc: ~6.6k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve

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summary: what happens when your lovely boyfriend/secretary whisks you away to Greece to celebrate your birthday? psst in involves a lot of sex

author’s notes: here is part 6.5 and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

omg SO I bet you all know (if you've read all my works) that I always write for myself. everything has always been by me, for me. so in this installation of the series I would like to dedicate it to me. okay maybe to Jay too because he's my muse but let's be real, I could just leave the idea in my head and gatekeep it forever, but do I really wanna do that? no.

for those of you who have been here since part 1, welcome back. thank you for loving this series as much as I did, and believe me when I say that I always come back to reread your feedbacks as it would always make me feel happy.

for those of you who are new, welcome! make sure you catch up and read the previous parts before diving into this one because you WILL be confused. and if you stop at part one, that's okay. if you stop at any part that does not end with a cliffhanger, that's also okay. I hope you have fun reading though, and we can be simps for secretary!Jay together!

the song for this part is by Ventino, and it means "I love you more", which is what y/n says whenever Jay says he loves her. or vice versa.

if you haven't read the minisode yet, click here! it's a little scenario of what happens at the office while our favorite couple is away.

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You were talking to your new recruits who were sat in front of your desk, eyes fully focused on you and nodding along to all your remarks. You were wrapping up when you heard a single knock and watched your office door open slowly.

“There you are, Park,” you said, standing up from your seat. The two guys shot up from their seats as soon as they saw you move. “Gentlemen, this is my first assistant.”

The cat-eyed young man nodded and bowed slightly, while the other guy who was taller smiled and bowed to Jay.

“Hi,” Jay said, smiling awkwardly. “You can call me Park.”

“Jungwon and Riki are going to work under Keeho and Yeji respectively,” you explained to Jay, noticing the puzzled look on his face.

“I see.” Jay fixed the collar on his shirt before he continued to talk. “Well, if you need to reach the Boss you can go through me first, or Hwiyoung.”

Jungwon looked at you for confirmation and you nodded.

“If you don’t have any other questions, you can go to your desks. Hwiyoung will show you the way,” you said, walking away from your chair and into the center of the room. Your new employees swiftly made their way to the door.

“Looking forward to work with you, Ma’am,” Riki chirped at you.

“Miss is fine,” you smiled at them both before they left your office. You then turned around and found Jay standing by your desk, still looking confused.

“I didn’t know we were hiring,” Jay commented, closing the door for you as you made your way to the minibar.

“We aren’t,” you said, getting a glass of water. “They replaced Yujin and what’s-his-name.”

Jay froze for a second before furrowing his eyebrows. You had been careful to keep everything low, having Beomgyu meet you privately to give you his monthly reports on your employee’s behavior. You had kept an eye on these two people for a while and when you finally found a valid reason to dismiss them, you did not waste any time. Jay was aware, however, since when you were not around he would hang out with your managers and other employees of higher positions.

“Is this because of what they said about me?” Jay asked.

You merely tilted your head, swallowing your drink.

“Boss,” Jay sighed, walking towards you. “Was firing them really necessary?”

“I terminated their contract,” you corrected him, sitting back on your chair. “Both have been sloppy with their work, and Yujin had been coming in late for weeks at this point. It’s about time I let them go.”

“So it’s not because they gossiped about me? About us?” Jay asked, standing firmly in front of your desk and keeping his eyes on yours.

“That was one of the supporting reasons too,” you said calmly. You scanned the documents laid in front of you and glanced to your monitor.

Jay took a seat and quietly observed you as you started typing. He was so silent but his stare was so intense, so you gave in and looked at him.

“What now?” You asked, leaning in.

“You would really do anything to protect my image?” He questioned. His pupils were dilated and by now you could see his gaze started to soften.

“Not just your image.” You clicked on your mouse a couple of times before pushing your chair back and standing up. You walked towards his seat, leaning back on your desk and crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I’m protecting you.”

Jay pouted and pretended to get all choked up, holding back tears. You laughed and smacked his arm, but then he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

You heard two knocks on your door. It took a while for all of you to develop a system, one knock and an instant entrance would always be Jay, while two knocks followed by waiting for permission to come in would be Hwiyoung.

“Come in, Hwi,” you raised your voice, walking towards the sofa.

Hwiyoung walked in holding up an iPad. When he saw Jay sitting in front of your desk, he tilted his head to greet him.

“This is the schedule for when you’re away for the week. Let me know if there are other meetings you want me to take care of,” Hwiyoung sat with you on the sofa, pushing the iPad on the coffee table towards you.

There was an awkward silence before you heard Jay groaning as he pushed his hair back and leaned to his seat. Hwiyoung finally read the room and quickly looked at Jay, and then at you.

“Oh,” Hwiyoung said softly. “You didn’t tell her yet?”

Jay shook his head as he stood up. He then made his way to his seat beside you. You were still stunned so you looked at Hwiyoung, demanding an explanation.

“It’s your birthday next Thursday, right? Park told me to clear your schedule for the whole week and get work done ahead so that…” Hwiyoung’s voice trailed off, expecting Jay to finish the sentence for him.

“So that you don’t have to worry about work. We’re going on a vacation. I’m taking you to Syros and Mykonos,” Jay calmly stated. He was leaning on the sofa, his arm resting comfortably behind your back.

You looked back at him, and then at Hwiyoung. Hwiyoung smiled sheepishly as he tidied up his hair.

“Sorry I ruined the surprise,” he said. He looked at Jay and Jay just nodded once, signaling that it was okay. “Happy early birthday?”

You chuckled, covering your mouth with one hand while the other scrolled through the schedule that Hwiyoung brought. “Thank you, Hwiyoung.”

Jay scoffed and you instantly knew what was coming.

“Thank you, Hwiyoung? You’re really thanking him? I planned everything and kept it a secret? Shouldn’t I be getting a thank you?”

Jay’s voice was reaching a higher pitch that made him sound funny, so Hwiyoung was holding in his laughter. You calmly put a hand on his thigh, immediately silencing him. You did not take your eyes away from the iPad, though.

“Calm down,” you said after shushing him. “I’ll thank you privately later.”

“And this is where I excuse myself,” Hwiyoung said without missing a beat. Both you and Jay laughed as you watched him leave your office.

---

“Why Greece?”

Jay looked at you through the mirror. You were sat on the floor, neatly rolling your clothes before putting them in your suitcase. Jay was picking out clothing items from the wardrobe and laying them on the bed for him to plan out his fits.

“You love beaches,” he answered, setting a pair of black joggers on the bed.

“True.” You shifted in your seat and reached out to your vanity to grab your jewelry case.

“I saw your Pinterest board the other night when you were working,” Jay said as he closed the wardrobe and stood by the bed, staring at his choices. “I saw you had a lot of Santorini pictures pinned so I just went ahead and chose a less touristy island.”

“Isn’t Mykonos also touristy?” You asked, glancing at him for a second before focusing on packing again.

“Yeah, but the nightlife is amazing. There’s parties, bars, five-star hotels everywhere. The fun that you deserve, honestly.”

You chuckled. “You know I don’t go to parties.”

Jay crossed his arms in front of his chest, gears turning in his head trying to mix and match the items in front of him. “I know, I just wanted to try out going to one with you and showing you off.”

“Show me off?” You questioned. This time you got up and stood beside him, also observing his choices. “Just pack lightly, baby.”

“Because we won’t be wearing clothes most of the time?” He asked with a smirk. He pulled your waist to his before you could even formulate an answer. Leaning in to kiss your cheek, he squeezed your waist with one hand before he grazed his lips on your earlobe. “Can’t wait to make love to you under the stars.”

“I get it, you’re always horny,” you giggled, lightly slapping his arm so he would let you go.

Jay grinned so wide and you ruffled his hair before nudging him away, encouraging him to finish packing.

“Baby,” he said, turning to face you. “Don’t forget the necklace.”

You smiled, standing up to open your drawer. You picked up the Vivienne Westwood box, held it up to show him, and then chucked it in your suitcase.

“I’ll put it on once we get there and I will never take it off. I promise.”

Jay wore his stupid grin on his face again and you just cackled, leaving the bedroom to go grab something from the kitchen.

---

You closed the book you were reading as soon as you saw Jay walking towards your seat. You both arrived early at the airport so you had hours to kill, and while you opted to sit pretty at a café, Jay decided to go on a short walk.

“Retail therapy?” You asked him as you eyed the small Tom Ford paper bag in his hands. “What perfume did you get?”

Jay frowned, taking his seat in front of you. “How do you know it’s perfume?”

“Is it not?” You placed your book on the table and leaned in, peeking through the paper bag.

Jay sighed in defeat and you just chuckled as you read the name of the scent. He then noticed a man sitting a couple of tables away looking at the two of you.

“How long have you been sitting here?” Jay asked, not taking his eyes away from the young man.

“I don’t know,” you said, checking the time on your wristwatch. “Just over an hour?”

“How long has he been staring at you?”

You frowned and looked at Jay before following his eyes and looking at the man. The man instantly became flustered and averted his gaze, running a hand through his hair while he hurriedly took a sip of his drink.

“Oh my God,” you muttered as you turned your head back to Jay. “That’s my ex.”

Jay’s eyes flickered before he focused his gaze on you. “Which one?”

“The one before the last.” You shifted in your seat. “How long has he been there?”

“That’s what I’m asking, baby,” Jay said, bringing up his hand to graze your chin. “Go say hi.”

You snorted, utterly puzzled. “Why?”

“Considering how long he’s been sitting there just looking at you, it’s best that you just end his misery.” Jay shrugged and took a sip of your coffee, exactly placing your lipstick marks on the cup to his lips.

You sighed and then slowly turned to face your ex. Raising your hand, you slowly waved to him and he blinked before smiling back at you. You then left your seat to go and walk to his table.

“Koga,” you greeted him as he stood up to welcome you.

“Y/N.”

He then stepped closer to you to give one of the most awkward hugs you had ever received. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jay scoffing and looking away.

“You look great,” said Koga, stepping back to eye your outfit. “I mean you always do.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, wanting to return the compliment but thinking that it was best not to be so nice. “Sorry, I didn’t notice until my boyfriend pointed out that you were… staring. Were you staring? I don’t mean to accuse…”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Koga laughed in between sentences. “I saw you and I thought it was you, but then maybe it was just someone who looked like you. I was contemplating to say hello but I just didn’t want to greet the wrong person. I didn’t mean to be a creep.”

You nodded and smiled. “Where are you headed?”

“Tokyo, to see my family.” Koga shifted the weight in his legs. “You?”

“Greece,” you answered. You then glanced at Jay before looking back at Koga. “He planned a birthday trip for me.”

You tilted your chin towards Jay when you said “he”. Koga looked at Jay for a while and then turned his attention back at you in an instant.

“Well, I’m glad you’re doing amazing,” he said as he checked the time on his phone. “I think I’d better go now. Happy early birthday?”

“Thank you.” You leaned in for a side hug and this time it was not that awkward. “Safe flight.”

“You too.”

Koga had to pass your table to walk out of the café, so as he dragged his suitcase with him, he gave Jay a gentle nod to acknowledge his presence before he left. Jay coolly tilted his head to greet him back in silence and watched his every movement as he walked away.

“All good?” Jay asked as you sat back down at your seat.

“I don’t know why you made me do that,” you sighed, checking your coffee cup and wondering why it was now empty.

“The poor man looked like he needed closure,” Jay added. “You should have seen the way he closed his eyes when you hugged him.”

You squinted your eyes at Jay, not knowing what was the intention behind his comment. “Yeah, okay, I’m an unforgettable ex. Is it really my fault, though?”

Jay threw his head back laughing and you just shook your head.

“Careful,” you stated. “That could be you in a couple of years.”

The smug smile on Jay’s face was instantly replaced with a frown. “You don’t mean that,” he gulped.

“Of course, I’m joking,” you cooed, placing a hand on Jay’s face and gently rubbing your thumb over his cheek. Jay melted into your touch and pouted his lips before kissing your hand.

---

You had no expectations for Syros because you had never seen pictures of the island before. You were lucky that Jay conducted his research very well, as well as he did other work at the office, and he came prepared.

On the plane, Jay mentioned how the island is best for its culture and off-season cachet. He even went on to mention that the island had so many Italian influences, and that it was once the center for ship-building in Greece. When he said this, your eyes widened in wonder and for a second it felt like you were walking with a tour guide instead of your boyfriend.

The one thing he was most excited to show you was the tavernas. He knew that you weren’t that much of an adventurous soul when it comes to culinary travels, and that you would much rather eat something you know would taste good instead of gambling on a new dish. That was why he decided to take you to a taverna located at a pretty seaside village that was famous for its lobster.

You both stayed in Syros for two nights before moving to Mykonos. You had done your part in researching about Mykonos and you knew it was famous for the decadent parties and five-star hotels. The first day there, you checked into a resort on a private peninsula which also had a secret sandy beach. For early dinner, the two of you had to wait in line for a while at a place called Kiki’s, but as soon as you got your table you understood again why Jay was just so good at what he does.

“Did you know that even Naomi Campbell has to queue for a table here?” Jay asked, eyes scanning the menu.

You chuckled because at that point that was maybe the hundredth fun fact that Jay told you. And you loved it.

The waiter came and took your order, and Jay ordered for the both of you, not bothering to even try speaking Greek because he knew he would butcher it. Before he left, the waiter took the menu from you and glanced at Jay.

“Your wife is very beautiful, Sir,” he said in a low voice.

You smiled and looked away towards the bay. Jay tried so hard to keep himself composed and not grin too wide like an idiot.

“She is. Thank you,” he finally answered.

When the waiter left, you sighed and touched the cutlery spread in front of you. “Do I look old? Is that it? Is that why people keep thinking we’re married?”

“Why is that your focus? Maybe we just exude married vibes, I don’t know,” Jay nonchalantly answered, putting on his sunglasses and brushing his hair back.

“You’re getting used to it, aren’t you?” You asked, propping your chin on your hand.

“To what?”

“Getting mistaken as a married couple.”

“I kinda like it.”

Your response was halted once you saw the waiter coming back to your table with your drinks. You decided to put the conversation to rest, knowing that Jay probably did not remember that he basically proposed to you that night he was drunk.

“I love sunsets,” you sighed, taking a sip of your drink and staring into the horizon. “The sky is in its prettiest colors.”

Jay nodded, following your gaze. You couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but he was staring at you. “Breathtaking,” he whispered.

You spent hours at the restaurant just talking about everything. Every time you emptied a plate, you would order something else just so you can secure your place and continue the conversation. You were amazed and also thankful how you would never run out of a topic to talk about, and that Jay in many ways was much more knowledgeable than you, which meant you end up learning something new each day.

That night you both arrived at the resort completely exhausted, so after washing up and doing your skincare, the two of you passed out on the bed almost at the same time. You woke up ahead of Jay, however, since you knew whenever you go on trips you thought it was a waste of time to spend so many hours sleeping.

You were sitting on the porch with one leg up and your hand flipping through the pages of the book you brought with you. You reached out for your cup of tea and brought it to your lips. You then heard some shuffling from the bedroom and when you turned your head, you saw Jay in his flannel pants, topless, scratching his eyes and ruffling his hair at the same time.

“Happy birthday,” he said when he reached the porch. You giggled because of how cute and clueless he looked. “Can I kiss you?”

“Why would you even ask?” You answered with another question, closing your book on the table.

“Morning breath,” he sighed, blowing on his hand to check his own breath.

You smiled and stood up, reaching out to rest your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck, kissing you there instead of your lips.

“Thank you.” You stroked his hair and pulled him back so you could see his face. You kissed his jawline and then his lips, smiling as you felt his arms tighten around you. “I’m glad I get to spend it with you.”

After staying in each other’s arms for a while, you asked Jay to sit on the porch with you to just bathe in the morning sun. He did as you asked only after getting himself a cup of tea of his own and ordering breakfast for the two of you.

“So who fell first?” You asked just as Jay was about to take a bite of his toast.

“What?” He managed to answer, the toast still in between his teeth.

“At what moment did you realize that, oh, you were falling for your own boss?”

Jay snorted and almost spread bread crumbs all over the table. You chuckled and adjusted your seat, waiting for him to answer.

“I have always admired you,” he said after properly swallowing his bite. “But if I had to pick a moment, maybe the TED talk.”

You frowned and stared blankly at your plate, trying to remember the exact date of that event. “Why?”

Jay shrugged. “Seeing you on stage, the spotlight shining on you. You were in complete control of the audience. I don’t know. I think I’ve never seen that kind of power.”

“Most people would feel intimidated,” you added, stretching your legs as you grabbed a glass of water.

Jay pushed the glass towards you so you could reach it better. “Well, you’re lucky I’m not most people.”

You just nodded before taking a sip of the water. When you put the glass back on the table, Jay cleared his throat.

“What about me?” He asked, leaning in to listen more intently, as if he wasn’t already doing it before.

“Chanel shoes,” you answered without giving much thought. “Easy.”

“Really?” Jay responded with his hands brought up to his lips as he pouted. “So you’re telling me I could have made a move faster if I just bought you designer stuff?”

You crumpled up a napkin that you used to wipe your mouth and threw it to Jay. Jay dodged it and laughed so hard he almost threw himself off the chair.

“It was the thought behind it!” You said in defense. “You told me you noticed I was wearing stilettos so much and you were worried about my feet.”

Jay nodded, understanding. You stood up and began clearing the table. He then stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist and making you let go of the empty plates.

“I’ll clear this. You can go wash up first,” Jay said as he stood up. “Dress lightly and comfortably, okay? We’re walking a lot today.”

“Okay,” you answered. You smiled and gave a peck on his cheek before you walked away to the bathroom.

---

When Jay said you would be walking a lot, you did not expect to exceed 20k steps in one day. He took you to the historical sites and diligently snapped a ton of Instagram-worthy photos of you to post later. Whenever you felt slightly tired, he was already on his phone to find the nearest café for you to rest your feet.

You were sitting outdoors at a café by the street and you noticed Jay walking towards you, carefully carrying three drinks in his hand.

“Whose order is that?” You asked, tilting your chin towards the lemonade that he set on the table. He got you a latte and an iced tea for himself, so the extra glass confused you.

“The guy who took my order was the owner, and he asked me if I was here on a honeymoon when I pointed out you were sitting here.” Jay pulled his seat and sat with a sigh, taking his sunglasses off his face and putting it on the collar of his shirt. “I said that it’s your birthday, so he gave the lemonade on the house.”

“That’s sweet,” you said, reaching for the glass of lemonade and picking it up. You waited until the owner made eye contact with you and when he did, you raised the glass and mouthed ‘thank you’. The owner put a hand over his chest and smiled back at you.

“You should have said we’re on a honeymoon,” you added after sipping your latte. “Maybe then he would give you a free drink too and we’d end up with four glasses.”

Jay froze as he bit the straw in his mouth and stared blankly to the floor. “You’re right. Why didn’t I think of that?”

You laughed as you fished for your phone from your tiny purse. You checked your notification and browsed the internet for a while. After scrolling through Instagram, you snorted and it made Jay look at you.

“Wanna see something cute?” You asked, still holding your phone in your hands.

Jay raised an eyebrow and without saying anything else, you shoved your phone to his face. He then noticed that the camera app was open and he saw himself on the screen. A smile creeped up on your face as the realization finally hits him and he just scoffed, smiling sheepishly.

“You’re cute,” said Jay, looking down and stirring the ice in his drink.

While Jay was busying himself with his drink and taking in the scenery, you took countless candid photos of him as an attempt to freeze the moment.

---

“Are you bored of seeing the sunset yet?”

You shot your head up to Jay, tightening your grip around his arm as you both walked back to the resort. “What kind of question is that?”

“I was thinking of chilling by the beach while we watch the sun go down. You know the secluded one that only people from the resort can visit?”

“Let’s go,” you commanded, letting go of his arm and linking your fingers with his, dragging him with you and picking up the pace.

Jay laughed at your eagerness, slightly jogging to catch up to you. By the time you both reached the sandy beach, the sky was already turning orange and you noticed that there were only a few people sitting around. You saw a nice spot surrounded by rocks and you dragged Jay there.

“We should have brought a picnic mat or something,” Jay said, taking off his denim jacket and setting it on the sand. “Here.”

You were dressed in a white tank top with spaghetti straps, and you wore the lightest fabric for your panties, covering your lower body only with a huge flower-printed sarong. Seeing that the denim jacket could only fit one person, you untied your sarong and held it wide open. Jay scrambled to stand in front of you, worrying that other people might see you almost naked.

“What?” You laid your sarong flat on the sand and sat on it. “Now we can both sit without getting sand in our asscracks.”

“My God,” Jay huffed, plopping beside you. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m basically wearing a swimsuit, you can relax.”

Jay shook his head. “You’re wearing normal clothes. That’s underwear. So no, I can’t relax.”

“Look around,” you said as you snuggled into him. “Can you see anybody staring?”

“No, they’re all far away,” Jay replied after getting a good look around the area.

Eventually, Jay relaxed and propped his body up with his elbows as he leaned back. You moved closer to him, lying down and facing the sky completely. From this angle, you could see Jay looking straight into the water, the last of the sunrays casting a shadow under his chiseled jawline.

“You’re not even enjoying the sunset,” he said with a low voice. He then glanced at you and when his eyes met yours, you smiled.

“I’ve got a better view,” you whispered, not taking your eyes off his.

Jay leaned down to kiss you and you immediately responded by bringing your hand up to his neck to pull him closer. At first he planted chaste kisses on your lips and your cheek, but the moment he placed his mouth on your neck you turned into putty.

You moaned into his mouth and his hand traveled down to your thigh, bringing it up to his waist. Your hands were now tangled in his hair as you desperately try to dominate the kiss. He stroked your thigh before he rested his hand on your ass. You whimpered as he continued to devour you, groping your ass and groaning into your mouth with every single movement that you made. When you opened your eyes and he pulled back, the sun was almost gone and the sky was now a shade of dark purple.

“Touch me,” you whispered as you closed your eyes again, your hand caressing his face.

“It’s getting dark,” Jay answered before kissing your cheek sweetly. “Let’s take this back to our hotel room.”

You pouted at him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. “But I want you now.”

“Our room is right there, it takes less than five minutes, my love,” Jay said, brushing your hair back and resting his hand behind your ear.

“I don’t wanna wait five minutes,” you whined, stretching your legs straight as you moved underneath him. “Please.”

“Y/N…”

“Jay, please,” you added, whining even more. “Please. I need you now. I want you now. Just touch me, please.”

“God,” Jay sighed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re even prettier when you beg.”

He kissed you underneath your chin and you smiled, thinking that you finally got what you wanted. When you hooked your fingers on his pants, though, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away.

“I’ll touch you with my hands and if you be good, I promise I’ll make you cum as many times as you want back in our room,” he said. Jay’s voice was low and hushed, and his authoritative tone just made you even wetter. “Okay?”

You whimpered and nodded your head. Jay smiled and leaned to kiss you again, at the same time grazing his fingers along your thigh and gently pushing your legs open. You gasped as you felt his finger stroke your folds through the fabric, and you held onto his shoulders for support. When you felt him tug your panties aside, you held your breath and instantly let out a sigh of relief once you felt the heat of his fingers against your wet cunt.

Jay kissed your lips again and smiled as he continued his ministrations. Your reaction was a mixture of gasps, whimpers, and sighs, and whenever you moaned a little too loud your voice was silenced by the sound of crashing waves. You felt his two fingers sliding in and out of you with ease, and at one point you bucked your hips just so you could feel more. Your free hand traveled downwards to give your clit a massage, and Jay was such a gentleman for never leaving your lips unoccupied.

“C-close,” you whimpered into his mouth. “I’m close.”

You gasped when you felt Jay’s fingers leave you. Before you were about to complain, he quickly shuffled downwards, keeping your legs open with his hand. He hooked your thighs over his shoulder and without a warning dove his tongue into you.

The moan you let out was almost as loud as a scream. You frantically reached for Jay’s head, locking your fingers into his hair. He licked your folds and ate you out like his life depended on it, and within seconds he made you reach your first high of the night, tainting his chin with your juices.

It took a while for you to catch your breath. As you breathed heavily, you opened your eyes and literally saw stars. The view of the night sky was then replaced by Jay looking down at you, his face slightly concerned.

“Are you okay?” He asked, caressing your cheek. “You were so loud. I didn’t know if I was hurting you or making you feel good.”

You laughed silently, covering your eyes with your arm. Jay chuckled with you, taking your hand away and kissing your palm.

“I’m not okay,” you stated. “Because now I want more.”

“I’m at your service,” Jay replied, snaking an arm under you and helping you sit up. “My queen.”

Jay’s arm never left your waist as you both made your way back to the resort and up to your room. In the elevators, you took advantage of the fact that no one else was there with you so you cornered Jay and smashed your lips into his, making him groan and squeeze your ass in response. The moment you reached your floor, you pulled away from him and quickly dragged him out. He rushed behind you and pulled you towards him, pressing his hard-on against your ass. You chuckled and leaned your head back to his shoulders as he left sloppy kisses on your neck.

As soon as the doors closed behind you, you both got undressed. Jay chucked his denim jacket randomly on the floor, and you untied your sarong and kicked it away as you made your way to the bedroom. You both left a trail of your clothes and by the time you reached the bed, both of you were naked.

You laid on the bed and Jay hovered over you, taking a second to admire your beauty. The way he stared at you made you melt, and you reached up to brush the hair out of his face. He dipped his head to kiss your forehead and you closed your eyes, savoring the moment.

Jay carefully rested his weight on you, not wanting to leave a gap by propping himself up with his arms. Your breasts were pushed up against his chest as he started kissing your jawline, making his way down to your neck.

“Are you gonna put it in or what?” You snapped, feeling his tip graze your entrance.

“God, you’re so impatient today,” Jay chuckled, gently biting your earlobe.

“It’s my birthday,” you stated. “And I want you inside of me, now.”

Jay smirked before licking his lips. “Okay, Boss.”

He adjusted his position before he pushed inside you, and with one swift move he bottomed out. You closed your eyes and moaned, leaving your mouth agape as you felt your walls wrap around him. You grabbed his arms and bucked your hips, a way of telling him to start moving, and he did, ever so slowly.

You knew that he was going slow because it was what you always preferred, but on your special day you wanted things to be different. You sighed and pushed his body away from you, making him lie down on the bed as you straddled him. Jay looked confused for a second but immediately relaxed the moment you started grinding on him. You placed your hands flat on his chest and gradually increased your speed. He brought his legs up in an attempt to buck his hips to match your pace, and at the same time he reached out to give your breasts a good massage. You noticed his moves were getting sloppier so you moved even quicker, lying down on top of him and showering his face with wet kisses. His hands rested on your waist and he groaned as he released his seed inside of you. You kissed his neck and sucked him there once you reached your high too.

The night did not end there as you took his words at the beach seriously. He did not pull out until his dick softened and you started grinding on him again. He made you cum two more times, one with his tongue and the other with his fingers, and to show your gratitude you sucked him off and made him whimper as he shot his load into your mouth.

“Fuck,” Jay whispered, breathless. “Fuck.”

You chuckled again silently, lying down beside him still fully naked, a mixture of his cum and yours still trickling down your thighs. He stayed beside you for a while, toying with your fingers as you both stared blankly at the ceiling. He then got up with a groan and staggered towards the bathroom. You heard him turn on the water and realized that he was drawing a bath.

“Jay,” you called. When he didn’t answer, you raised your voice. “Jay, come here, baby. Just lie down with me.”

He appeared by the door in all his naked glory, leaning sideways. “You’ve had a long day, my love. I’m drawing us a bath.”

It took you a while to learn that while Jay mostly listens to everything you say, he would go against your words when it came to your well-being. You sat up and cracked your fingers before walking to the bathroom to join Jay. The tub was filled up quickly and before he asked you to get in, he checked the temperature by dipping his hand into the water.

“Shit, it’s still too hot,” he muttered. “Just wait for a while.”

You tilted your head and carefully dipped one leg in. You shrugged and then moved to dunk your whole body in the bathtub. Jay just stared at you with his mouth wide open.

“Baby,” he gasped, checking the temperature again with his hand and then immediately shaking his head. “Damn, it’s like you’re a Targaryen.”

You chuckled. “It’s not even that hot. Come here,” you reached out both your hands to him.

Hesitating, Jay took your hand and carefully entered the bathtub. You moved to make space behind you so he could sit, and before dunking his whole body he took a deep breath. As he sat down, you heard him huff and puff from the heat and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Eventually Jay relaxed, and as he leaned back on the tub, you leaned back on his chest, letting him caress your arms so sweetly. You turned your head and kissed him on the cheek, lingering to speak against his skin.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “for the best birthday ever.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered before pecking your lips. “Although now I don’t know how to top it next year.”

Your hand made a soft splash as you reached up to playfully slap his cheek. You then eyed the digital clock on the wall and realized that you still had three hours left before midnight.

“The night when you got drunk,” you said, tilting your head towards Jay. “Did you know that you burped into my mouth when you kissed me?”

“I would never do that.”

“I have a video of it.”

Jay’s eyes widened and you just nodded to him. “I don’t have it, I mean. Jake has it. He recorded us.”

“He recorded us kissing? Pervert.”

You slapped Jay’s chest and the water splashed into his eyes.

“Ouch, okay. Okay!” Jay squeezed both his arms around your waist and you squealed. “I believe you. I’m sorry I burped in your mouth.”

“So you don’t remember what else happened?” You questioned again.

“It was a blur. I know you picked us up, but then what? I swear I am never drinking that much ever again.”

“Do you remember what happened on our bed?”

Jay’s breath hitched as he paused to look at you. “Did we have sex? Oh my God, did I ejaculate too soon?”

You snorted and giggled before brushing Jay’s chin with your fingers and kissing him on the cheek.

“You asked me to marry you.”

There was a brief silence before he spoke.

“I did?” He asked. You nodded and you could see him gulp. “What did you say?”

“I said okay.”

Jay brought his hand up to his forehead and gave himself a gentle massage. He had thought about proposing to you a dozen times before and maybe that was why it came up while he was drunk. He really planned to pick the perfect time and place, and all he wanted to do was to ask for your parents’ permission before popping the pretty question to you.

“Listen,” Jay stated, clearing his throat. “I…”

You placed a finger over his lips and his sentence hung in the air.

“I know,” you whispered.

Jay stared into your eyes and in that moment of silence, you could feel the love washing over you. You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes as he continued to caress your body, communicating in ways where words were not needed.

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another author's note: surprise! with Jungwon and Riki making an appearance here, OT7 is officially in this universe! and tell me if you liked the cameo of K from &team :3

read the next chapter: la niña de mis ojos 

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Love at First Grade (18+) - Epilogue

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

NOTE: Since I posted twice in one day, some of you may be seeing this chapter first, so please read Part 20 first!

chapter warnings: fluff, mentions of smut but no actual smut ft teensy bit of playful dirty talk

a/n: well friends this is it. The official-official end of the main story of Love at First Grade has arrived. Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story! Deleted scenes/Drabbles coming soon & if you have any ideas you’d like to see/any thoughts on the story in general please send them my way!

Series Masterlist

Six Years Later

“Daddy…psssst daddy wake up,” a small voice whispered loudly in Bucky’s ear. He let out a quiet groan and rolled over to see a carbon copy of your eyes staring at him from the edge of the bed. He cut his eyes to the alarm clock and saw it read 4:30. He was surprised it was her waking him up and not Alpine begging to be fed.

“Tessa, it’s 4:30 in the morning you should be asleep,” he whispered, hoping not to wake you next to him. You shifted in your sleep and Bucky flinched, crossing his fingers and praying you’d stay asleep. When you didn’t move anymore he refocused his attention on the toddler in front of him. She was pouting, your signature look, and she was damn good at it. How a newly minted three year old could be so manipulative with just a look was beyond him. 

“No sleep, daddy. The greebles chase me,” she whispered, her eyes widening in slight fear. Bucky sighed, silently cursing Becca and Avery for convincing her that “greebles” were real. Bucky cursed himself for telling Avery and Becca that “greebles” were what made Alpine go crazy when she zoomed around the house, meowing at unseen objects. 

Yes. House. Despite how often you tried, you didn’t get pregnant until a few months after you and Bucky got married four years ago. Once you found out that you were pregnant with Tessa you knew that you wanted to give up the penthouse. The penthouse had been where all of you were staying, with more than enough room for everyone plus Alpine, but you wanted more space. A home with a yard where your kids could play, and sadly Manhattan was lacking in that department. So you and Bucky sold the penthouse and purchased a large home with an equally large yard and pool in New Rochelle. Bucky continued teaching but moved the girls out of their school in the city to one a little closer to your new house. Your commute wasn’t so bad, forty minutes give or take, and since you were the boss you got to decide when you went in and when you didn’t. Upon marrying, you decided to hyphenate your name becoming Y/N L/N-Barnes. When Bucky asked why you would do that when you had never changed your name after marrying Brock you told him that it was because somewhere deep inside you knew he wasn’t the one and that he didn’t deserve to have you take his name. The girls kept their last names, in fact they kept all the information on their original birth certificates. Brock had surrendered his parental rights fully to you within a year of being in jail and Dot had signed hers over to Bucky just as quickly. No fight and no mess out of it. You both decided that Avery and Becca should make the decision when they were older if they wanted to change any of their legal documents and you stuck by that.

Now, Tessa Grace Barnes was born kicking and screaming at 1:09am on June 6th, just in time for your first wedding anniversary. Your pregnancy was rough, you had morning sickness the entire time and major fatigue at the end. But you swore it was all worth it when that six pound baby was laid in your arms. You giggled that she looked just like you, there was no correcting you because you were right. She had everything of yours, the only thing she seemed to have inherited of Bucky’s was a head full of dark hair. Now Bucky was face to face with the little menace, with her mom’s wide eyes and a pout that would put lipstick models to shame.

“Climb on up, sweet girl. But be careful with mommy, we don’t wanna wake her up,” he whispered, providing an opening in the covers for the toddler to climb into. Tessa refused to make it easy on him and instead of climbing into the bed on his side and staying there she crawled over Bucky and made herself comfortable in the small space between the two of you. You groaned and shifted in your sleep again, this time Tessa and Bucky froze, anticipating you waking up, but instead you rolled onto your back and went back to sleep, the blanket pulled tight against your rounded tummy. 

“Sorry mommy, sorry Owiver,” Tessa whispered before wiggling under the covers and closing her eyes like she was sleeping. Pretty soon pretending to be asleep turned into actually being asleep and Bucky watched his toddler’s chest even out with her deep, sleeping breaths. The two of you could’ve been twins the way you slept and it warmed Bucky’s heart to be a place of comfort for his children again. Becca and Avery were twelve and thirteen now, going on thirteen and fourteen, and it had pained Bucky physically when his girls stopped having nightmares or seeking the two of you for comfort. But they had each other and they continued to stick up for each other today. Bucky rolled over and laid his arms over both his girls, his hand reaching to rub protective circles over your belly. 

Not long after Tessa was born and you were cleared for ‘acts of intimacy’ as your doctor put it, the two of you began trying again for another baby. You found out that Bucky had been only partially kidding when he said he wanted a thousand kids with you, but you’d leveled with him and told him that four sounded like plenty. Between the sassiness of your pre-teens, the stress of your job at times, and the rough pregnancy you endured with Tessa you and Bucky realized that Oliver would likely be your last. Bucky had spent the last twelve years perfecting what it meant to be a girl dad, but the second the doctor told the two of you that you were carrying a boy? You swore you’d never seen Bucky’s eyes light up like that. You had his name picked out almost immediately and now Oliver George, for Bucky’s father, Barnes was set to make his appearance in just three short months.

Eventually Bucky was able to fall back asleep by listening to the light breathing of you and Tessa next to him. He was, however, rudely awakened around four hours later when Alpine decided it was time for him to shower her with affection and attention that she obviously wasn’t getting. With a swat to his face by a snow white paw Bucky was groaning and whispering, “I’m up demon, I’m up.”

A quick glance to his right proved what he suspected, you and Tessa were already up and making breakfast in the kitchen judging by the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen where he saw you singing with Tessa to the Frozen 2 soundtrack as she twirled around in her Elsa costume Uncle Steve had given her at her birthday party the day before. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you sang Anna’s part and made sure the bacon was cooked fully. Bucky leaned against the door, a satisfied grin on his face, as he took in the view of you enjoying a morning with your youngest. 

His view was interrupted by a throat clearing behind him. A sleep filled voice called out, “Dad don’t just stand there and watch mom, that’s creepy.” Becca stood behind him, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes and clearly a little annoyed that she’d been woken up to the sound of Frozen 2 and not when she decided to wake up. 

Avery walked around the corner at the moment and added, “is he being weird again? Papa, it’s really weird when you do that staring thing, just go help mama with breakfast,” she rolled her eyes as she and Becca entered the kitchen to tell you and Tessa good morning, the three year old squealing at the sight of her big sisters. Avery and Becca took turns picking her up and squeezing her in a tight hug, wishes of Happy Birthday fell from their lips as their little sister took in all the attention.

Bucky waited a moment then announced his presence, “did I hear that right? There is now a three year old in the house? Impossible! Make your presence known three year old!” Bucky roared and pretended to stomp around the kitchen looking for a mystery three year old. Tessa giggled and hid behind Becca’s legs. He walked up to you and pretended to look behind you for her before placing a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering, “happy anniversary, honey,” and continuing with his search. When he finally reached Becca again he bent down and peaked around her shoulder and “found” Tessa as she squealed and screamed “I’M THWEE DADDY I’M THWEE!”

You watched your family lovingly from your place at the stove, Oliver kicking up a storm as his way of reminding you he was just as much a part of the family as everyone else. It always made you happy to see your family happy and playing around in your home. You finished with breakfast and made sure to serve Tessa her birthday pancakes first, a little number 3 candle sticking out as your family sang happy birthday. She blew out her candle with a squeal, everything was squeals and giggles at her age, and immediately started dousing her breakfast in syrup. Bucky had to remove the container from her to prevent a total sticky surface. You went back to the kitchen to pick up a little from cooking when you felt two different temperatures arms wrap under your belly, around your hips and pull you close.

“Mmmm come sit down, mama. Dishes can wait,” Bucky purred in your ear, rubbing small circles on the underside of your belly with his thumbs. You practically melted into his touch as he pressed soft kisses next to your ear and began to trail them lightly down your jaw. You almost moaned at the feeling but quickly stopped yourself.

“Buck, love, honey, sweetheart. The kids are in the next room, you gotta stop,” you gasped lightly as he lightly bit at your neck.

Bucky chuckled in your ear and whispered once more, “mmm that’s not what you said the other night,” his words bringing up memories of heavy kisses, heavy touches as you rode him, both of you chasing your orgasms as the pregnancy hormones made you hornier and hornier with every passing day. Surprisingly enough, or unsurprisingly rather, sex is what brought Tessa into this world. Obviously, biologically speaking, but rather the almost-our-anniversary sex you and Bucky were having the morning of the day your water broke helped kickstart the labor.

“You’re insatiable, Mr. Barnes,” you teased as you sighed into the relief Bucky gave you by physically picking up your bump and holding it for you, just for a little bit. 

“I rather think that’s you, Mrs. Barnes, you sure you don’t want another one? After Oliver I mean. Seeing you looking like an angel, all soft and round with our child. Come on, sugar. You know you wanna,” he moaned in your ear, his sleep pants tightening at the idea of filling you with another baby. 

You twisted around in his arms, your bump creating more space between the two of you and leaned your head up to give him a deep kiss, one full of passion and heat, one that would only be able to be reciprocated fully in your bedroom later. Bucky moaned into the kiss but you shut him up with a stern look before adding, “this womb is shutting down after this one finishes playing leap frog on my bladder and is successfully evicted. Unless you can start carrying them we’re SOL buddy,” offering a playful swat to his ass with the dish towel. 

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at you, knowing the two of you’d had this conversation a number of times and you were both in agreement that Oliver would be your last. “Well I’m not eating with all my girls if you’re not there. You’re six months, Y/N. Come sit down, I’ll get this in a little bit, promise.” You acquiesced and joined the family in the dining room, listening to Tessa tell Avery and Becca about all the games she wanted to play today as part of her birthday. This pregnancy had been better on you than when you were pregnant with Tessa. You could actually move around and go out in public without feeling like you were simultaneously going to throw up and pass out. 

Avery and Becca were whispering to each other as they kept sneaking glances at you and Bucky. They thought they were sneaky, they always did, but you and Bucky knew when they were up to something. Or rather, you thought you did. Because as soon as they were done eating breakfast, Avery and Becca ran off to their rooms as fast as they could. You and Bucky merely quirked an eyebrow each at their weird behavior but let them be. Pre-teens were always weird. Pretty soon they were each walking back to the dining room, their hands behind their backs with matching grins on their faces.

“Oof, those faces mean troubleeeee,” you teased in a sing-song voice, directing Bucky’s attention to the girls. He took in their stances and raised his brow even more in question. 

Becca spoke first, “First of all, we wanted to say happy anniversary,”

Avery continued, “we’re so lucky and happy that we met you all those years ago,”

“And that we were able to become a happy family,” Becca added.

“We knew what we wanted to get you for your anniversary for a few years now, but this year seemed right,” Avery finished as she walked to Bucky and Becca walked to you.

On a very freaky, but obvious, silent mental count of three each girl presented you with an envelope. 

“You have to open them at the same time!” Avery and Becca spoke monotonously, it was becoming harder and harder to remember that they were not actually twins, they were just freakily close.

So you and Bucky made eye contact and verbally counted to three before opening your envelopes. Inside your envelope was an adoption form. Inside Bucky’s was an adoption form and a name change request. Your heads whipped towards each other immediately, both of you growing teary after realizing what your girls were giving you. They wanted you to officially adopt them, and Avery was requesting a name change to Avery Claire Barnes. 

“Whattaya say, mom? Wanna make it official?” Becca jested while Avery looked at Bucky with a smirk to rival Tony Stark as she teased, “c’mon daaaad. Let me be officially a member of the Barnes clan.”

You each broke down into tears and pulled your girls into individual hugs, nodding your heads and promising them that you’d go get it signed, notarized and filed at the courthouse as soon as possible.

Later that evening, you and Bucky had put Tessa to bad, Avery and Becca were hanging out watching television in their playroom as you and Bucky took over the couch for evening snuggles and a movie. You played with Bucky’s hair for a bit before asking, “did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Know that Becca was going to ask me to adopt her?”

“Yeah she came to me a few weeks ago, said she needed help getting the paperwork. Did you know about Avery?”

“Yeah, she did the same thing…funny I never even suspected that Becca might have been up to the same thing…but man I’m thrilled she did,” you sighed as Bucky smiled, content with having you next to him.

“Me too, then again I’ve just been thrilled to have you in my life for the past seven years,” he said dotingly, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You agreed with a hum and leaned into his warm embrace.

We’re all familiar with the phrase ‘love at first sight.’ You always joked with Bucky that you felt like you’d been struck with the love bug the second the two of you met and that they got that phrase all wrong. Love at First Grade, that’s what they meant.

a/n: Officially. This is the end of Love at First Grade’s main storyline! Thank you everyone! I love y’all and hope y’all enjoyed this, I know I did!

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