#i put up some halloween decorations yesterday and that's helped my mood

[pbandjesse]

It is very frustrating to me that I had such a good day yesterday. I was only nauseous a little. I had so much fun. But today I felt horrible for most of the day. I don't understand why. I could barely function. But I also couldn't sleep. Like I wanted to take a nap or something but instead I just sadly spent the whole day in bed. It was rough.

I tried to still have some nice parts of the day. I didn't sleep amazing. Just couldn't be the right temperature and woke up a ton to use the bathroom. I had planned on sleeping late but I forgot to turn off my alarm. I would still lay in bed until 9 but it was fine.

James came and spent some time with me just resting. I decided that I wanted shredded hashbrowns but that would not end up working out. That's alright. We would still go out for brunch.

I was not having the best time this morning but I was trying to be positive. It was beautiful outside and I liked my outfit. I was having a nice time being with James.

We would head to the Broadway diner so we could go to Home Depot after. And it was nice having breakfast together. James got a toasted blueberry muffin and scrapple. And I got a spinach and cheddar omelet. But they didn't have shreddy hashbrowns Soni got French fries instead and would share them with James.

And it was a really good breakfast and I was in such a good mood eating. I sometimes get in this almost euphoric space eating but it ends really quickly and then I feel bad. It's wild how quickly the swing happens.

I would stop eating before I started feeling to bad though. Got half the omelet and toast boxed to have for dinner later.

While we were sitting there we discussed groceries and what we needed from Home Depot. We wanted to get a shelf and brackets for over the washer and dryer. And I wanted to get curtain rods for the backroom. We had a few other things in the list that we wouldn't have any luck finding. But it was still a successful trip.

We were both surprised that they had all the Christmas stuff out. It isn't even Halloween yet!! Where are the skeletons??? Ridiculous.

After we got our things we walked through the garden center. I want to get window boxes for our front and do a small garden in the front next year. Do seasonal flowers out front. I think it will be really nice. James put up the mini pumpkins above our door. And I honestly think I want to put more. The 4 don't look full enough. But I'm excited that we can use that shelf for decor.

I was not feeling great. I had done my best while we were in the store but I really wanted to go home. We would make one more stop for gas. I did my best to hold it together. And soon we were home.

When we got back here I almost immediately went to lay down. James would start moving some stuff around for projects later. But I would just slowly start to fall apart.

James would go down to the harbor to kayak for a while. I sort of wanted to go but I didn't think I could handle it. I just got in bed and waited for James to be home.

Sweetp would join me. I would just start feeling worse and worse. Almost dizzy. I didn't recognize my eyes when I would catch them in the bathroom. It's pretty distressing honestly.

I wanted to sleep. But I didn't. I just laid in bed and watched videos. Sipped water. Tried to be okay.

When James got home they would shower and then jumped into projects. Hanging the curtain rods. Starting to put up wallpaper. They suggested me wearing my waist squeezer. I have found wearing it high on my ribs does help a little. It was the best I felt all afternoon. But eventually I would still take it off.

I went and laid on the couch in the baby room to watch James work on the wallpaper. Just picturing how it will be next year. How it might be when we do some construction and take down walls and add a balcony. It's nice to look towards the future.

I would go downstairs and had apple cider and laid on the swing out back. James came and sat with me. Eventually they went inside to play videogames. And once I was to uncomfortable I would come lay on the couch with them.

They warmed up leftovers for me. They had pasta. I tried not to be miserable but I was just having a terrible time. The evening worn on with not much improvement.

I put together outfits for the week. I laid in bed. I had a snack. James came and hung out with me. I would take a shower and washed my hair. I threw up again. Not a lot but it continues to be be distressing. But really now I'm just exhausted.

I have a double shift tomorrow. I have a field trip at camp and then I'm an educator at the museum. I really really hope it is a good day. I hope the hike it nice and that the art project is good. And I just really hope it's a fun day and I don't feel like I did today. That would not be very fun.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I'm going to sip water and try to get comfortable. I love you all. Good night!

[detectiveichijouji]

Intromission - The incident’s aftermath

[AO3 version]

But before we start, let’s go back to the day the Halloween Festival was decided by the Amanogawa High Student Council.

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!! I, Shinomiya Rina , member of the Student Council, suggest we hold a Halloween themed festival!”

This short green haired girl wearing a hoodie and slamming her hands on the table is Shinomiya Rina, a sophomore student from the other class next to Dai-Take-Hika’s classroom. She’s also a Chosen Child, but besides that they never had seen her Digimon partner before.

The other members of the Student Council were looking at her, including Lune and Takeru.

“Well, if no one is against the idea…” The president of the Student Council Sayo (a long lavender haired girl with a stoic personality) said, offering anyone a chance to express their opinions.

“Well, I think it’s a good idea,”  the other boy in the group shrugged.

“I have no objections either,” Lune said with a smile.

“Same here,” Takeru added, “We could use some classic decorations like--”

“LET’S A GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

At the end of the gathering, Lune caught Takeru and smirked at him. He didn’t understand what that meant, so he just…

“Lune-san, do you want to talk about something to me… Could you be more direct?” He smiled, but it was exactly like that fake smile that would’ve made Daisuke super mad.

“Oh,” she turned back to him, “I’d like to say… Your future is doomed. ” and then, she left.

“Huh?” He was caught off guard now. What did she mean by that?

Days after the incident the 02 group witnessed in the Digital World… Takeru was troubled with those memories and things said by Lune herself. By using the fragment, he ended up sick and couldn’t go to school for a few more weeks.

“Yo,” he heard someone’s voice from the entrance of his room. It was Daisuke, “Mrs. Takaishi let me in before she went to work and…” he took a deep sigh, “I came to bring you my notes and the homework from yesterday.”

“Ah, sure…” He wasn’t in the real mood for talking about school right now.

“I’ll leave it on the desk,” and Daisuke walked in, put the notebooks on the desk. When he was about to leave, Takeru got up and held his arm lightly. Daisuke looked at him, “If you… If you’re still bugged about what you have done, don’t worry about it.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I said you don’t need to worry…” Daisuke gave him a warm smile, “We know you weren’t in the right place.”

Patamon walked there, still recovering from having his energy drained by the fragment. He climbed to the bed and sat.

“Takeru,” Patamon said, “I think you should tell him what happened.”

“Huh?” Daisuke frowned, “It’s okay if you don’t want to--”

“It’s fine,” Takeru interrupted him, “Just… I need you to tell them this for me.”

“Okay…?” Daisuke blinked, but deep down he was a little curious.

“When I found that hooded digimon before…”

“Huh, who are you?” Takeru blinked.

“Heheh…” the hooded digimon ( eyepatched Impmon ) chuckled, “I’m the answer to your despair, human. You want to catch the one causing you awful nightmares, right? Sooooo… What if we make a deal?”

“I don’t want to make a deal with a stranger digimon…”

“Why not? I have the power you want, I know you want to punish the one who caused that pain on you.”

“I’m sorry, but no. I have more important things to do.”

“Tsk, you’re missing a great opportunity to unleash your rage against that guy!” Then the hooded digimon showed Takeru a very peculiar shard .

“Y-you… Where did you…?!”

“Oho, did I catch your attention now??” the digimon grinned maliciously, “So, you use this thingy on your Patamon partner and BANG! You can get rid of your problems! So whaddya think?!”

“I won’t use that on Patamon, or use it! You’re the one delivering those to the others, like Rika-chan and Taichi-san!” he snapped.

“Oh I’m only helping them achieve their goals, pal. You know it’s the Digimon Kaiser’s fault, so you should get rid of him.”

“G-get rid of Ichijouji-kun?!” Takeru babbled, furiously, “He’s not the same as he was before! And he’s my friend!”

“You know if you’re not going to help me and my pals, then bye-bye!” and Impmon ran away.

“Takeru, we have to catch him!” Patamon stopped in midair next to Takeru.

“A-ah, right! That digimon is the one causing trouble around Tokyo!”

Takeru Amor-evolved Patamon into Pegasusmon and flew after that digimon. He thought That maybe he could put an end to this and get all the remaining 10 pieces, even before Arsenemon!!

But… Takeru and Pegasusmon were caught off-guard by a pair of eyeballs floating in the air. Then both heard…

“EYE OF NIGHTMARE!!”

“Wha-- ACK!!”“UGH!!”

Takeru and Pegasusmon’s eyes turned lifeless, as if they had lost their own minds. Pegasusmon landed on the ground and Impmon gave him the shard. Deep down, the boy and his digimon were fed with an awful strange voice telling them Ken was the culprit for everything:

“Chosen Child, you should destroy that one who once was the Digimon Kaiser. He’s the source of everything bad happening right now!!”

Then, the brainwashed Takeru used the fragment on Pegasusmon to evolve into Manticoremon , and he kept it in his pocket.

Daisuke didn’t need to tell the group because they were eavesdropping from the outside. They didn’t know if it was a good idea to get in. And Daisuke knew things would’ve been extremely awkward between Ken and Takeru right now…

“Well…” Daisuke sighed, “They really played a hella terrible trick on ya,” and then Takeru let go of his arm. Daisuke opened the door and then gestured to the group to walk in.

“!! Y-you guys were here…??” Takeru said awkwardly.

“Sorry, we… Got worried about your health” Ken was also feeling a little awkward.

“It’s… It’s okay, I’m…” then, Takeru bowed his head, “I’m sorry for what I had done.”

“No sweat, dude” Daisuke chuckled nervously, “We’re your friends, don’t forget that.”

“But… Why are they targeting Ichijouji-san?” Iori mused.

“Why would they not target him tho?” V-mon shrugged, “He was the Digital World’s number one human menace.”

“I don’t think it’s just me …” Ken replied, “It’s us. We’re well known through both worlds.”

“Yeah, even Noel heard about the Digimon Kaiser back in France,” Daisuke commented.

“... Noel knows too much about us then…” Tailmon said.

“Is that a bad thing?” V-mon asked, innocently. Just like Daisuke, he didn’t feel like Noel was a bad person.

“Ok, now that everyone is here we should discuss about him” Miyako suggested, “That if Takeru-kun is fine…”

“I’m ok, don’t worry. I… I would like to discuss about Lune-san too.”

They all sat in a circle, on the floor. Before sitting, Hikari closed the room’s door and joined the circle, sitting next to Miyako, who was next to Ken. The order went like Miyako → Ken → Daisuke → Iori → Takeru → Hikari → Miyako. Their digimon was next to their partners.

“What did she do now?” Hikari asked with a serious voice, and Daisuke and Takeru could feel it.

“... Are you aware she’s said to be psychic, like Hikari-chan?” Takeru began, “When we were deciding the details for the Halloween festival, she said something suspicious about our future being doomed.”

“That girl…!!” Hikari snapped, “She’s always messing things up! I think I saw her the day we were at the Kunizaki Toys too.”

“And then later…” Miyako took her phone, and searched something on the web, “... The owner of that small shop ended up closed by the police… They said Mr. Kunizaki confessed some fraud crimes or something…” she showed the headline on this phone to everyone.

“Then… Remember about that scammer from the Love Therapy case?” Daisuke spoke next, “Might not be related to Lune but I do remember Soleil was very satisfied with the big news of Eigen dude getting arrested even after we made him promise to not scam anyone else again.”

“Hmm…” Iori was thoughtful. Then, “Those three people are suspicious…”

“I don’t think Noel is suspicious though,” Daisuke frowned, “He’s a cool guy, quite shy and awkward, but is not some shady person.”

“Are you sure?” Hawkmon asked him.

“I do think Noel-kun isn’t a bad person” Takeru frowned, “But I understand why he would be a suspect…”

“We don’t know enough about him, dagya” Armadimon added, “So that’s why we should frame him as a suspect, right?”

“Exactly, besides…” Wormmon looked at Ken, “Ken-chan found out something strange.”

“What is it?” the others asked.

“It’s just a theory, but before I explain it I’ll need proof for my argument…” Ken said, then he looked at Takeru and Iori, “You might be able to figure this out.”

“But why not the rest of us?” Daisuke blinked.

“I’m not saying you can’t, I believe at least most of this group can spot the elephant in the room.”

“Dude… You’re saying I can’t?” Daisuke squinted his eyes.

“Ken-kun is blunt and honest… Maybe too much… 💧” Miyako sighed.

“W-whatever!” Daisuke pouted, “We have… 1,2,3,4… 5 fragments, and Arsenemon… Uhh 1,2,3,4,5... 6 I guess?” 

“That many?!” Patamon exclaimed, then he coughed.

“You two shouldn’t force yourselves too much!” V-mon babbled, concerned.

“S-sorry…” Takeru and Patamon chuckled nervously.

“We should focus on how we can catch that Impmon and the remaining pieces,” Hawkmon changed the subject.

“They will continue to use the fragments to lure more innocents into their plans…” Hikari said with a concerned look at Takeru and Patamon.

Daisuke looked at her, then to Takeru… “This is not the time to sit and cry.”

“I wonder what kind of digimon used a technique called ‘Eye of Nightmare’ to manipulate Takeru-san” Iori was still musing, “Ichijouji-san, Tailmon, have you heard of it before?”

“Hmm…” the two took a while to think.

“Might be a bad guy!” V-mon nodded sagely, “What good guy would have a technique called like that? They use it to manipulate others, so it’s a bad guy!”

“I guess this is why the victims accepted the shards,” Takeru was still bugged with what happened to him though, “They brainwash the victims and force them take that ‘opportunity’ to achieve goals...”

“Those guys…!!” Daisuke gritted his teeth and clenched his hands, “I will catch them!”

“Calm down,” Miyako called Daisuke out, “Or else you will act recklessly like Takeru-kun did.”

“I… I know that! I’m saying that… I… No, WE will catch them.”

“I wonder how many of them are…” Wormmon commented, “Takeru-san’s report mentioned that Impmon said ‘me and my pals’... So, it might be more than two enemies.”

“Hmm…” they all started to think.

Suddenly, a Calling Card magically appeared in the middle of their circle. Ken took it and read it:

Bonjour mes amis. I’d like to talk with you six: Have you noticed a peculiar pattern in those last cases, from Bakumon to ton ami Takeru? I have something important to tell vous tous.

“... Huh…?” V-mon, Armadimon and Patamon exclaimed “A peculiar pattern…?”

“Give me a second” Ken made a request to them, and started muttering something that sounded like gibberish to those not next to him “Most of those victims reported to have a fragment offered by a stranger wearing a hood, and we can suppose Shinjo Michi might have been offered the shard as some sort of gem…”

“... So all of those cases are related to deepest desires. But I guess Shinjo Michi was the actual target and not Bakumon, so this means they brainwashed her and the other victims without letting them notice it…”

“... And then This means they weren’t the same hooded digimon who targeted Takeru-kun recently. And since that Impmon said ‘pals’ instead of ‘pal’ this implies there’s at least two more digimon working with Impmon…”

“Ken, take it easy…” V-mon asked. Daisuke got up and went outside, to grab a glass of water.

“... So there’s at least three digimon in total who’s holding those pieces and using them against the other digimon and people. But most of those targets were close to a place either of us go on a daily basis, like school, or someone acquainted with one of us…”

Daisuke returned and waited next to Ken in silence.

“... Then, would it be the answer to the connection between those cases? Or would it be about…!!”

“That’s it!!” Ken shouted, and then he got up and gently took the glass from Daisuke’s hand ("Thank you"). He drank it in a shot, handed the glass back to Daisuke and continued, “The targets had different types of desires connected to a deadly sin.”

“What?!!” the rest exclaimed.

“Bakumon’s desire was to be cozy and play with Shinkai Sara some of their favorite games, which means Sloth. Koubara Takuya’s was to show how stronger and powerful he was, Pride. Sally le Fay’s desire was to become rich by turning the baby digimon into plushies, Greed. Rika-chan and Kuramon’s biggest desire was to gather all of the Kuramons in a hivemind, Gluttony.”

“So… what was Takeru-kun’s desire…?” Hikari was a little nervous.

“... Impmon said something about helping me to ‘unleash my rage’...” Takeru remembered.

“Yes,” Ken nodded and continued seriously,  “Takeru-kun’s desire was to make someone pay for triggering his traumatic experience with Devimon all again.”

“So in other words, Wrath” Iori concluded. Ken nodded sagely.

“Yeah, but… for what purpose do they want to trigger those emotions, officer Ichijouji?” Daisuke asked lightheartedly.

“That we have yet to discover…” Ken replied, deadpanned, “But I suppose the next victims will be related to Envy and Lust.”

“We have to stop them and not let them accomplish that,” Takeru glanced at the others.

“Well done, mes amis… ” Arsenemon muttered and nodded his head, with a smile on his face. He wasn’t inside the room, but more on the balcony, listening to their conversation, “But… What’s suspicious about monsieur Soleil and mademoiselle Lune…?” he stroked his chin.

“My, my…” Arsenemon shrugged, “I have to return and catch those pretentious hooded digimon and finish my treasure hunting…” Then, he looked through the window, at the group of teenagers just playing games now, “Be strong, Digisauveurs. ”

He jumped out of the balcony and magically teleported to the ground. He met someone… right there.

“Oh are you done eavesdropping them?” she asked with a smirk, “Did you discover something from the brilliant and handsome detective Ichijouji Ken?”

“ Oui, they seemed to notice the same thing as me, or even more…” he answered calmly, “Now we will have to wait for mademoiselle Espimon to track down that Impmon… And whoever else is involved.”

“Also Soleil is really going to be mad at you” Lunamon scoffed, “He hates to be on stand-by.”

“Well, it’s his problem then” Lune rolled her eyes, “He needs to control his bad temper. Besides, we’re vigilantes, not heroes.”

“Right…~” Lunamon smiled.

Arsenemon then left, he couldn’t walk in public like that -- It would put everyone in danger. So he switched forms after he jumped to the trees nearby, and landed back on the ground.

This form…

[roxaeri]

Alright, I'm back on my bullshit. All the things all at once because fuck it. It's Halloween. Nothing's really gotta make sense now. I'm listening to the Alternate playlist while writing this and it started out with the God of War theme song and I don't know if it's the right mood to start this off but whatever. Guess we going dramatic with this.

Jumping right into the bullshit and ignoring everything else that's going on—I'm just gonna tell y'all that it's Modern Day Dad, Modern Mythos, and cannon God of War.

So that means, it's Atreus, Atreus, and Atreus. Throw them all into one forest.

Okay, so now it's Don't Feel Quite Right by Palaye Royale. Fucking fitting.

Chaos. Nothing but chaos. Because for two of them, MDD!Atreus Hyphenated-Last Name whateveritwasbecauseit'sbeenalongwhile and Cannon!Atreus: What in hell is this forest and why does it feel like it wants no one there??!? It's dark, uninviting, but also how in the hell did they end up here?????

Meanwhile Trickster Atreus is minding his own fucking business—never mind that's a lie. He's probably fucking with people wandering into the woods and running them off before the trees do it themselves. Because trees just be like that, you know.

Then fucking BAM—cue that Spiderman meme—

—once they all recover from running into each other because holy shit you look like me but you're not me and—

“Why the fuck are you speaking in Old Norse??”

“What the hell kind of language do you two have???”

“What are you wearing?”

“What are you wearing?”

“You look like you belong in the Bronze Age or something. I don't know. I haven't learned about this is History yet.”

“You don't know history???”

“What's history?”

“It's a class.”

“What's a class?”

“. . . Right. You wouldn't know about school.”

All the confusion. I'm confused. Let's rewind a bit to before. Cue the Mii Channel theme. Also fitting.

MDD Atreus of the Hyphenated-Last Name. He's probably at home. Let's put him at 14/15. Just got back from walking the dogs. (The cat's sleeping in the sink. Completely careless as he gets a glass of water, no worries.) And he's just set Jörmungandr the Dachshund and Fenrir the Not-Wolf-German-Shepherd loose in the back yard. (Hela the Ragdoll Cat does what she wants. Which is just sleeping right now.) Just taking his time before everyone comes over and his dad gets off work to start a DBPG stream doubling as dinner or something.

Cannon Atreus is probably just doing his own thing around the house because it's fucking Fimbulwinter—so, wait, he's probably freezing his ass off trying to keep himself occupied and trying to warm himself up while wondering just how the hell his dad isn't cold because he's not wearing a shirt of some kind. Because I'm wondering the same damn thing—

TIME WARP, OKAY

Because that's what happens. Just both boys seeing some sort of shadowy figure out of the corner of their eyes before getting just—knocked off their feet and go falling. Falling forever. Imagine the panic.

And trickster Atreus is doing his own thing. Bored of out his mind after school and club activities and just—his schoolmates. Just hanging out in the trees watching people go running back to their cars. And it helps him fight off the strong urge to just cause some sort of extra complete chaos. Let's put this one at 16/17 at this point. It's an AU of an AU, I can do what I want. So here we are.

Bad Moon Rising, also fitting. Never mind. I spaced out for a bit. So now it's Ring Ding Dong by SHINee and if that doesn't capture the chaos of this, then I don't know what does. (Probably I Got A Boy by Girls Generation, honestly. Just some fun chaos, you know?)

But back to the bullshit. Trickster Atreus. Just doing his trickster thing and keeping up the urban legend that his forest is haunted. About to call it a night when he gets a shiver up his spine that's been bugging him for years and he's fuckin determined to find out what it is. It used to freak him out, but now he's just annoyed by it because it's always just out of his reach. Whatever it is, it's been outplaying him for years. And not just him. Every. Damn. Trickster and demi-god and preternatural creature he knows. Even the trees are annoyed. And damn, trees can be petty.

Nothing can even get near whatever-this-thing-happens-to-be

So would a teenage trickster give up on this thing that he can't catch?

No. No he wouldn't. Trickster Atreus is gonna chase that fucking thing like his life depended on it.

At least until something gets thrown into him and slams him into a tree. (Now that tree gonna be mad at him.)

Now back to before, Spiderman, where we find all three of them still just freaking out over each other. Trickster Atreus, as the oldest present and having faced so much more mystical shit than the other two combined just stares at the sky for a moment before he fuckin just—

“So it's the Halloween season now and you just fuckin' merge three different timelines? I gotta deal with whatever the fuck you are and now I gotta handle two different me's?!”

And while Trickster Atreus is just yelling at the sky, the other two are just curling up into themselves and shoot quick glances at each other and looking around the woods. I mean, sure, they probably think Trickster Atreus is crazy. No, they most definitely do. Cannon Atreus is just wondering what kind a hell he's been dumped into and where is his dad and why isn't it as cold here?? And Atreus Loki Theodoros-Laufeyson—I had to go back to find this and holyshit long name—is just wondering if he's fainted and hit his head again, but this is all just too real to even be a lucid dream.

So just what the hell is going on??!

[yyh4ever]

The Boss & Subordinates’ Christmas

"Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" Christmas Event

I have finished translating the Yu Yu Halloween stories, so now I'll be translating the Christmas ones. This Christmas event was first held on December 13th, 2019.

Story: Christmas is just around the corner, and Botan and Jorge are in high spirits. However, they get scolded by the busy Koemma for being carried away. Feeling sorry for acting like that, Botan and Jorge try to show their appreciation for Koemma's hard work by preparing Christmas presents for him, but…

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Translation:

 “The Boss and Subordinates’ Christmas”

[In the Spirit World]

*pon* *pon* *pon* *pon* (sound of a stamp)

Koenma: Ah ... it's endless...

Botan: My goodness! That's an incredible amount of documents.

Jorge: That's right! I can't see the end at all since yesterday...

Botan: Even though it's Christmas in the Human World, we're having a hard time…

Jorge: Huh, is it that time of the year already!?

Botan: It is! Yusuke's house is also decorated with a Christmas tree!

Jorge: Sounds great! I wish I could meet Santa Claus too.

Botan: Can we get presents too? Hey, Koemma-sama!

Jorge: That's right! Let's put some big socks in this room!

Jorge: Then maybe Santa will come!

T/N: It is said that if you hang an empty sock on Christmas Eve, Santa Claus will fill it with presents.

*BAM*

Jorge/Botan: !

Koenma: What the heck, you two are so festive and getting carried away when people look so busy!

Botan: No, no! I can't believe I got carried away…

Koenma: You seem very excited to me! Jorge, you too!

Jorge: Errr! That's not right, Koenma-sama!

Jorge: I just want to meet Santa…

Koenma: That what it's called to be carried away! You idiot!

Koenma: I hope you enjoy Christmas, New Year, or whatever!

Koenma: Good grief, Botan and Jorge! You're too happy-go-lucky​!

Botan: I, I didn't mean it…

Jorge: Koenma-sama is scary...

Koenma: If you'd rather interrupt my work with your nonsense, then…

Koenma: GET OUT OF HERE!!

Jorge/Botan: Ex, excuse me!!

[In the Human World]

Yusuke: Damn ...  so, that's why you bought all this stuff.

Botan: I'm sorry, Yusuke. I made you carry all these package​s.

Jorge: I hope this will put Koemma-sama in a better mood.

Jorge: Yusuke-san, I'm sorry for making you accompany us.

Yusuke: Anyway, Botan. Does he use cushions?

Yusuke: Besides, I don't think stuffed animals are worthy of someone in his position.

Botan: Even Yusuke bought him a pacifier for Christmas!

Botan: What if Koemma-sama gets even angrier ... ohmigosh!

Yusuke: I don't think you need to worry about that. So, when are you going to give him the presents?

Botan: I intend to give them tomorrow. Today is Christmas Eve, right?

Botan: Actually, I wanted to invite him to the party today, but…

Jorge: Well, given the circumstances, I feel ashamed to call him.

Yusuke: .......

Yusuke: Well, well ... don't look so gloomy, you guys.

Yusuke: Ok, then! Let's get ready, and start this party as soon as we get home!

Yusuke: Kuwabara is also coming back very soon!

[At Yusuke's place]

Jorge: Oooh!!! The decoration is amazing!

Botan: Feels like Christmas! Yusuke, you're all pumped up, aren't you?

Yusuke: Not me. Kuwabara came to our house in the morning, and made a great show of it.

Yusuke: Anyways, he was enthusiastic about it.

Botan: Now that you mention it, where did the all-important Kuwa-chan go?

Yusuke: Apparently, he was too enthusiastic about decorating that he forgot the presents at his house.

Yusuke: On his way back home to pick them up, he's going to the supermarket to see if there's anything extra to buy.

Botan: Hohoho, that's so like Kuwa-chan!

Botan: Ah, that's right! Before we all get together, I am going to cut the cake into pieces.

Jorge: Ah, I can help you if you want!

Botan: Thank you.

Botan: Will Koemma-sama be pleased with the presents tomorrow?

Jorge: Ri, right. We went to great pains to choose the gifts just for him…

*THUMP*

Everyone: !

Botan: Wha, That the!?

Yusuke: Unbelievable, it's youkai! And they're coming from outside, in droves!

Yusuke: Damn it, we're about to have a party!

Botan: Yusuke, I'm going to investigate the whole situation!

Yusuke: Ok, I'm counting on you!

Yusuke: I'm doing away with them as fast as I can!

*scuttling*

Jorge: ......

Jorge: I, what do I do…

[Yusuke and Botan go outside...]

Yusuke: YAHHH!

Yusuke: Damn, how many youkai are there!?

Botan: It seems that the youkai are moving in a systematic way.

Yusuke: Systematic?

Yusuke: What's that? D'ya mean there's some boss out there telling these guys what to do?

Botan: Damn skippy! You're smart, that's unusual!

Yusuke: What do you mean by unusual!

Botan: I'm going to investigate the boss's whereabouts, so please wait a moment.

Yusuke: Got it, hurry it up, I'm counting on you!

[Meanwhile, at Yusuke's house…]

Jorge: Hu, hurry, you two ... I wonder if  they're not coming back...

Jorge: I absolutely must protect Koenma-sama's presents...!

Jorge: ...Hmm?

*rustling sound*

Jorge: Ah, aggghh! Thief!!

[Back on the streets...]

Botan: Somehow, the youkai boss seems to be a little troublesome.

Yusuke: What does it mean?

Botan: It seems he is trying to steal one present after another, and drag them into the darkness.

Botan: He might be a little stronger than the youkai we've seen so far.

Yusuke: Heh ... seems like a bakemono monster from some tale.

T/N: Bakemono is a type of youkai who looks more like a monster, with a terrifying appearance. You could imagine a monster like the Grinch, who breaks into other people houses to steal the decorations and presents, hoping to ruin Christmas.

Yusuke: Amusing, let's have some fun!

???: YAAAAAAH!!

*slash*

Kuwabara: Hey, Urameshi! What the hell's going on here!

Yusuke: Kuwabara! You've come to the right place!

Kuwabara: I was on my way to your house when all of a sudden youkai appeared in swarms.

Kuwabara: I'll be really darned!

Yusuke: It seems there's some kind of boss behind these guys somewhere.

Yusuke: Oi Botan, you still don't know where he is, do you?

Botan: Just a moment...

Botan: Aaah!!!

Kuwabara: Hey, what's wrong!?

Jorge: Eek, everyone!

Botan: Ah, Jorge-san! No, no way...

Jorge: Ye, yes, that's true!

Jorge: Somehow, a huge youkai has appeared at Yusuke's house!

Jorge: He's been incessantly trying to rob Koemma-sama's presents!

Kuwabara: What!?

Yusuke: Ehh … at this rate, all the presents will be stolen!

Jorge: What! Is it such a terrible youkai!?

Yusuke: Crap! I'm coming back right now!

Botan: Ahh, wait for me!

Kuwabara: Don't forget me, Urameshi!

Jorge: Wa, wait for me, please!

Botan: Koenma-sama's presents ... What the heck is going on!

[Back to Yusuke's place]

Yusuke: *Puff* … *puff* … you guys okay?

Kuwabara: Yeah. Seems this guy was the main culprit of everything.

Kuwabara: The small fish youkai have also vanished. I would like to say the case is closed, but...

Jorge: Heh, the room's a mess…

Yusuke: That's terrible … the decorations are also falling apart…

Botan: It looks like the presents were unharmed, but all the wrappings we worked so hard on were…

Botan: I wanted to make Koemma-sama happy...!

Kuwabara: He, hey, Botan-chan. Don't worry too much about it.

Kuwabara: There are things that can't be helped, just like this now.

Jorge: That, that's right!

Jorge: While I was at Yusuke's house, I just couldn't stop him from running wildly...!

Jorge: I'm really sorry … boo-hoo …

???: My, my, don't lose heart.

Botan/Jorge: Koenma-sama!

Botan: Why, why are you here...?

Yusuke: Hehe, my bad for not saying anything. Truth is, I was the one who called him.

Koenma: Botan, Jorge! Your sentiments alone are enough to make me happy.

Koenma: Oh, err … sorry about earlier.

Koenma: I've been so swamped with work that I ended up getting too emotional.

Koenma: Moreover, thanks for responding so quickly to this riot.

Koenma: If you like, I've brought a cake, so why don't we all eat it together?

Botan/Jorge: Koenma-samaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Koenma: Eeeeeeh, don't cling to me!

Botan: Koemma-sama, I got you some presents. The wrapping has been ruined, but...

Botan: If you like...

Koenma: Oh...? It's a cushion and a stuffed animal.

Koenma: That's very Botanesque, thank you.

Yusuke: Look, Koemma. This one's from me.

Koenma: Yuu ... Yusuke! I don't need a mere pacifier!

Yusuke: It ain't a mere pacifier! It's a Christmas Limited Edition!

Botan: By the way, Jorge, what did you buy as a gift?

Yusuke: Ah, by the way…

Koenma: Oh, is there a present from Jorge as well?

Jorge: Ye, yes. I think it will definitely suit you…

*rustling sound*...

Koenma: Jo, Jo, Jo ... Jorgeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Koenma: You, what the hell does that mean!!

Jorge: Errr... errrrr!?

Kuwabara: Hey ... it's a baby bottle cup…

Yusuke: Gahahahaha! You have good taste!

Koenma: Yuu, I won't forgive you! Jorge, I'll never forgive you!

Botan: Kyahahaha!

Botan: I'm really glad that Koemma-sama is happy!

Botan: Well then, let's clean up this mess and get this party started!

Botan: Merry Christmas!

-The End-

Hehe, after all, Botan loves Christmas. Have you noticed the little Kuwabara decoration next to the Christmas tree? So cute!

[sinfulslanders]

Birthday

Pairing: Michael Myers x Baker!Reader

Request: @nuttybeardetective “Hai!! Would it be alright to request Michael Myers x chubby fem reader who is a Baker, and they find out about Michael's birthday and make him lots of cakes and pies ? Pure fluff if you please ♡♡”

Warning(s): Kind of out of character Michael.

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: I’m a little late. Ahaha. No but seriously, I’ve been going through some stuff. This year isn’t really my year. I just finished my state test yesterday and I just got into the writing mood. I hope this is to your expectations but if it’s not, just let me know.

Before you knew of Michael, he knew everything about you. Of course, he watched you long before he decided to reveal himself to you. He knew you ran the local baker in town and you were known to have some of the best birthday cakes in town, along with other famous desserts he heard people talking about. He would watch you bake cupcakes through the cracked backdoor of your shop, the smell of sweetness always made his mouth water and his stomach grumble. Maybe he wouldn’t kill you until he got to taste of your famous cake or something.

He watched you more and saw the things that went on behind closed doors. Your employees weren’t of much help to you, he could tell they were only there for the paycheck, he heard the things they said about you when they thought you weren’t around or listening, words that surprisingly made him irritated. He knew you heard them but you weren’t faded by them, you just continued mixing the ingredients while humming a song he did not know of.

He watched and watched, moving from just watching you at your job to watching you in your house. Watching your sleep through your bedroom window, watching you day and night. Until he finally showed himself to you. He just sat on the couch, waiting for you to come back home after working overtime at the shop, you weren’t faded by him just sitting there on your couch. “You finally decided to show yourself. If you’re going to kill me, do it while I’m sleeping.” Then you turned off the light and went upstairs, leaving him in the darkness.

The next morning you had awoken to you still being alive, then you blamed yourself for being so stupid to just fall asleep while there was someone in the living room. You had grabbed the ball you kept next to your bed and walked downstairs ready to hit anything that moved. Stepping off the last step, you saw the tall intruder sitting in the exact same spot as last night but he had the box of cupcakes you baked, opened and emptied out. You sighed but quickly focused on the intruder as he started to get up, you quickly hit him across the head with the bat and waited as he stopped and turned his head towards you.

You couldn’t see his eyes through the mask he was wearing but you could feel him staring at you. You were about to hit him again but he snatched the bat away from you and tossed to the side. He stood up completely which caused you to step back and raise your fists. “I’m not going down without a fight.” You were really hoping your death would be quick since you did not know how to fight and he was twice your size. The masked intruder stepped towards you and stopped right in front of you, he placed his hand over yours and pushed your fists down. ‘Well, this is the end.’

You closed your eyes but felt a bit of wind go past you along with the sound of footsteps. You opened your eyes and saw that he was no longer in front of you, you heard something tapping against something else and turned around to see where it was coming from. You saw the large man had gone to the kitchen and had his arm extended. He looked at you as if he was telling you to come to him and you cautiously walked to the kitchen then stood by him. He was pointing at the calendar you had hung up in the kitchen. You looked even closer and saw he was pointing to a specific date, October 19th.

You stared up at him and tilted your head in confusion. He pointed at it again then slowly pointed at himself by back at the date. “Is tomorrow your birthday?” You asked. He didn’t verbally give you an answer but he stared down at you. “Okay, so, what about it?” He turned and pointed to the stove. You were starting to put everything together. “You want me to make you something. Okay, what do you want?” He walked over to the counter and you followed behind him. He pointed to the dessert cook book your grandmother had given you.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you stood beside him and opened the book. “I don’t know if you can talk so just point out everything you want.” You flipped pages and every time he would point that it. At the end, he had pointed to all thirty pages. “You want all of these?! Can you even eat them all?” You felt him poke you in your side with his finger. You looked at him then saw him point at himself again. He wanted you to eat them with him.

You sighed and nodded, “Alright, I’ll make them. It's going to take me some time to finish.” You saw him walk away. You turned your head to watch him and saw that he was going back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and just stared at the television. “The remote is on the smaller table, where you put the box of cupcakes.” You turned around and began getting all the ingredients you needed and soon enough you heard the tv turn on.

You spent hours making the desserts the masked intruder wanted. You even had to go to the grocery store a couple of times since you kept running out of stuff, and during your last trip you overheard from the town’s elderly about a boy named Michael Myers who killed his sister on Halloween night. You didn’t pay too much attention but it did peak your interest since it was the first time you had heard of a crime such as that in such a peaceful town. After you got everything you needed, you went back home and continued making the desserts.

You finally finished around 11 pm and you were exhausted. You called the stranger into the kitchen and you could hear the floors creaking underneath his feet. “I’m done with everything you wanted.” You handed him an icing decorator and pointed at the newly finished cake. He looked down at both the cake and the icing then looked at you. You smiled, “Write your name.” He looked down at the cake and gripped the icing bag in an awkward way before you started seeing his hand moving.

You couldn’t exactly see what he was writing since he was a large guy but after some time he sat the icing down, you looked at the cake and read what he wrote: “Michael.” You furrowed your eyebrows. You thought back to when you were in the store and heard those elderly ladies talking about a Myers boy. It would be a plot twist if he was the Myers boy but did you want to risk asking him that. No, absolutely not. It might be a trigger for him and you did not want to die yet.

“Okay, Michael, help me bring the rest of the desserts into the dining room.” You grabbed the cupcakes and brought them to the dining room, he turned around and just saw Michael staring at the cake. You smacked your lips before you entered the kitchen. As you grabbed the plate, Michael suddenly grabbed your wrist hard. “Relax. I’m just bringing it to the dining room.” He loosen his grip a bit but still didn’t let go.

“Michael, I promise I’m not trying to do anything with the cake.” What was wrong with him? He didn’t even flinch when you hit him with the bat but he’s scared you’ll do something with his birthday cake? After some more hesitation, he released your wrist and you thanked him. You went to the dining room and placed the cake in front of a chair. You turned around and saw Michael right behind you which caused you to jump.

“Michael! You scared me!” You softly patted your chest to try to calm your breathing. He didn’t react in any way and continues to stand there. You cleared your throat and pointed to the chair with the cake in front of it. “You can go sit down if you want to.” You two just stood in silence. You wanted to move but you felt it would be wrong for you to make the first move. You noticed the Micael began to lift his arms up and you thought that your end had finally come. You closed your eyes but only felt him wrapping his arms around you then suddenly lifting you up.

“Put me down! Oh my goodness.” You didn’t know what to do. The whole situation was making you nervous. What was he trying to accomplish? He must have lifted you off the ground since your face and his were right next to each other. ‘Oh wow, he’s pretty strong.’ You could now hear his even breathing through his mask, at least you’ve confirmed he’s an actual person.

“Thank you.” A deep and raspy voice came through the mask causing you to freeze. He placed you back onto the ground but you were still frozen. He could talk? Why didn’t he talk earlier? You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a chair screeching against the floor. You turned away and saw him sitting down and staring at you, as if he was waiting for you to sit down with him.

You jumped slightly when your watch went off, you looked at the time and saw it was midnight. It was officially his birthday. “Wait! Don’t eat yet.” You went into the kitchen and searched through the drawers for a lighter and candle. After searching two drawers, you found them and went back into the dining room. You quickly placed the candle into the cake and lit it. You began singing the birthday song to him but he just stared at the cake. At the end, you asked him to blow out the candle. He looked at you, you waited but he continued.

“Okay, I’ll close my eyes if you want.” You placed your hands over your eyes as you said you would. There was a few minutes of silence and you were starting to get tired of waiting, you were about to remove your hands but you heard a soft blow. You smiled and waited before removing your hands. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the light and you saw that he was staring at you, the candle wasn’t lit anymore.

You clapped and smiled at him, “Happy Birthday, Michael!”

[1ddotdhq]

🦋Wed 11 Nov ‘20🐀

It’s 11/11, make a wish! Well, hmm, let’s see...I wish for concerts to come back sooner rather than later, that’s for sure! And so, apparently does Ticketmaster: in the face of a possible COVID vaccine, Ticketmaster is changing concert going policy to include new requirements for concert attendees. After buying a ticket, you will have to verify that you’ve either been vaccinated or tested negative for COVID in the 72 hours leading up to the event. You send the test result to a third party company which would confirm the health status to Ticketmaster; TM says they will not have access to other medical information and that the info will be securely encrypted. Okay, look. I can’t wait to get concerts back, right? But registry lists and the issues of privacy and demonizing that come along with that are going to become a big part of the landscape around COVID in the years to come, and this is part of a larger picture. However badly we want concerts back, let's keep an eye on all the privacy policies and implications: historically, registry lists have NEVER been a good thing for the people that are on them.

Harry, psychically foreseeing the discourse about Larry baiting and wanting to defend his title as Larry Baiter Supreme against the always fierce competition from Louis, put on his Blue Bandana and headed out to be Seen recently (hopefully before he went into quarantine!). He paired the much discussed hankie with a bright orange button down with lacey white patterns on it, his cross necklace and pearls, some sunglasses, a black mask, and a single surgical glove on his right hand. Despite the odd conglomeration of Styles, I'd definitely call this a better look than the pastel joggers and walrus hoodie he was wearing last week! In an interview today with Joellen Lapidus (she specializes in making folk instruments, including famously for Joni Mitchell and for Harry who sought her out because of the Joni connection), we learned that Harry has not just the one dulcimer from her that he talked about using on Fine Line, but a collection of them! She says that she names every single one she makes and that Harry bought ‘the Crying Seahorse’, which is decorated with - you guessed it! - crying seahorses (also butterflies and seagulls, all inlaid in gold, blue, and green), which was inspired by an experience with unrequited love. Harry thought it had a “soulful history” and liked the sound, and bought it alongside four more, including an adorable one that looked like a tuxedo. So let’s talk about, um, seahorses for a second (that’s not something you expected me to say today right?): seahorses ARE fish, and they are one of the few kinds of fish that are fiercely monogamous - they mate for life. It’s the male seahorse that gets pregnant, after the female plants the fertilized egg in his, uh, pouch (I’m sure Harry wishes this was him, don’t worry, H, you’ll get there). Each seahorse also has unique identifying markings: the patterns on their bodies are different for each seahorse, kind of like a tattoo! OTP: if ur a fish, I’m a fish STRIKES AGAIN (grrr, the larrie baiters).

 Liam came back with some more watercolor rats, and they’re all really cute! This one is a brown and white one with a pen and ink outline and filled in with watercolors, adorably chewing its own tail. He says “ watercolors are now my fave” and “think rats are becoming a thing too.” And! He got on a zoom call with fans earlier this morning. What fans? How? Dunno, but it's probably the same thing as last time we saw this, when fans who had bought the most expensive LP Show bundle tickets got Zoom M&G calls. He asked one fan if she liked the “story driven” aspect of the Halloween show, and she told him his acting was great. To that, he replied, “that’s because it wasn’t acting. About 90% of the time, I just didn’t know what was going on - though that could be because I don’t read my emails”. Me too, friend! He also wrote a ‘thank you’ to military members and their families and friends on his instagram for Armistice Day. Celebtm continues to larrie bait and use Louis’ name for clout without any involvement from him. People, please, they’re not doing anyone any favors, and they’re certainly not helping Louis. Let’s just ignore them and they’ll go away - it’s certainly what I’m trying to do! Louis liked Liam Gallagher’s post about his on the river “Why Me? Why Not” boat concert, which will be on the 5th of December, and *I* learned that you could resize pictures within your instagram story, which is useful, because it tells me that I know NOTHING about whether a story pic was taken in the app or is from the camera roll: Louis’ picture from yesterday, for example, could have been either. Niall is going to be on the Late Late Show tonight with Ashe, and he posted a picture of them in the Royal Albert Hall in Gucci! Niall is wearing a mustard yellow jumpsuit (no, not something I thought I’d be writing about, either) and Ashe is barefoot in the same golden Gucci golden overcoat Harry has. Honestly, what a mood! Look, they’re such a dynamic duo but if they don’t perform more than one song together tonight then HONESTLY what even IS THE POINT!!! (I know, I know, but consider this: an Ashe/Niall cover of ‘Seeing Blind’. I would literally die.)

[coralstories]

October 22nd: Costume

Day 4 of @dumbassunderthemountain​ 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

sort of Kili x human femReader

Warnings: none really. Reader is kinda sad/homesick.

Word count:1157

A/N: I actually struggled with this prompt, not sure why lol. But here we go!

The Company of Thorin Oakenshield was concerned about their latest, unofficial member. Y/N had been unusually quiet and dispirited for the past month. They all guessed that now that they had reclaimed the mountain, she was missing her own home. None of them knew how to approach her about it, though. Kili was the first one brave enough, or some would say tactless enough, to broach the subject with her.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kili said as he entered the kitchen. “Good morning.”

“Hey,” she said softly.

She was stirring something in a pot, but her gaze was unfixed. Her words were distracted. Kili sat at the bench with his head resting on his chin, examining her. 

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

Y/N froze for a moment. She dropped the spoon with a clatter and turned to him with one hand on her hip. Kili straightened.

“Um, what?” Y/N demanded.

“I mean, lately you seem so… sad. Is everything okay? Are you not happy here with us?” Kili said.

“No! I mean, that’s not it. I don’t regret meeting you all. I just…,” she trailed off.

“You miss your world,” Kili said. “But you’ve been here quite a while. What brought you into this mood?”

Y/N sighed and sat opposite him. 

“Well, it’s fall.”

“You said you like fall.”

“I did, I do! Will you let me speak?” Y/N huffed.

Kili put a hand over his mouth and nodded.

“It’s fall. Back home, this would be the time the seasons start changing. The air gets colder, the leaves fall from the trees, pumpkins start popping up everywhere. Halloween is October 31st, everyone’s looking for costumes, having parties, things are getting spooky. I just miss it. This season, back home. It was fun.”

She paused. Kili stayed quiet, watching her relive memories. He sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He rubbed her back and pulled her to lean on him. 

“You’ll be okay,” he said. “We’ll figure it out.”

The next day, Kili cornered his brother and uncle in the throne room. 

“We need to do something for Y/N,” Kili said. 

Thorin and Fíli glanced at each other. 

“We’ve noticed she’s been rather downcast for a while,” Fíli said. “But what can we do? She probably just misses her own world.”

“That’s not exactly it. She wants a costume party,” Kili said. “She mentioned it yesterday.”

“A costume party? Do you mean a masquerade ball?” Thorin asked.

“I think—not exactly,” Kili said.

“In any case, something like that would take time to organize,” Thorin said. “Especially during this time of reconstruction.”

“As long as we can do it before the end of the month,” Kili said. “She told me the holiday was on October 31st.”

“The holiday?”

“Halloween! She said she celebrated it at home.”

Kili, Fíli, and Thorin debated a bit more. Thorin was worried about logistics. Kili was worried about getting everything right, and Fíli wondered if they could make it a surprise. They finally came up with a decent plan, enough to pull in the other members of the company.

Fíli smiled. “Let’s do it.”

They spent the next few days gathering decorations, preparing food, and finding costumes. It was chaos.

“Pumpkins! She said pumpkins!”

“Well, isn’t squash fine?”

“Would you like to ask Y/N if it’s fine for her? Do you think “fine” is good enough for her?”

“Kili! This one, or this one?”

“That one.”

“I’ll go look for more pumpkins.”

“Do we need more food?”

“I think we’ll be fine.”

On October 30th, Kili went to get Y/N from her room before dinner.

“Do I need an escort to the kitchens or something?” Y/N said.

“No, just thought I’d walk with you. Oh, also, Uncle said he wants you to have dinner with him in the throne room tonight.”

“Really? Why? Is something wrong?”

“No. He just wanted to see you. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Uh, no. But I just saw him this morning.”

“Well, he wants to see you again. Put on a nice dress, he’s waiting for you.”

Y/N was extremely confused, but she didn’t say anything to that. Once she was done dressing, he led her through the halls. He was nervous. He hoped they got everything right, or as close to what Y/N experienced as possible. He nodded to the two guards on the way in, and they opened up the doors. Y/N gasped. 

Lights were scattered around the throne room. Pumpkins and squash and corn decorated every surface. Small monstrous masks were hung up on the walls, and the people—

Thorin and the company were all dressed up in costumes. Other dwarves were there too, dressed in grand gowns and elaborate masks. Despite the masks, Y/N recognized a few of them. They were some of the dwarves who were living in the mountain and helping with repairs. She looked to Kili, who was standing behind her. 

“What-what’s all this?” she asked. 

“A costume party, I hope,” Kili said. 

He smiled up at her, nervous and hopeful. Y/N stared at him in wonder. 

“Did you do all this?” Y/N asked. 

“Ah, well, everyone pitched in,” Kili said. 

“It was all his idea, though,” Fíli said. “We only helped.”

Y/N laughed and exclaimed, “Look at you! What’s your costume?”

“What have you been calling me since the day we met?” Fíli laughed. 

Y/N smiled. “My lion man. And Thorin! Are you…?”

“A king,” Thorin said. 

Y/N nodded. Thorin directed the musicians to start playing. Y/N went around, laughing and talking with all the rest of the dwarves about their costumes. Some were done haphazardly, some were quite abstract, and some were funny. Bombur’s costume was… a bread roll. Once she had greeted everyone, Y/N went back to stand beside Kili. He smiled and took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor. They swayed in place.

“Thank you,” Y/N murmured. 

“Are you still sad?” Kili asked. 

“No. I was never sad,” Y/N said. “I was only a little homesick. You didn’t have to do all this just for me.”

“We can’t bear to see you unhappy. We don’t know if you’ll ever get home, so I just wanted to show you that you can still be happy while you’re here. We can be your home.”

“And you thought a costume party was the way to cheer me up?” Y/N giggled.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Kili said. “I hope we made the kind of costumes you were thinking of.”

“They all look great! I’ve never been to a better costume party. Thank you, Kili, really.”

She bent down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He was so surprised, he didn’t say anything when she left to talk to Bilbo and Ori. He smiled. If she was happy, he was happy.

[omgrachwrites]

Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, angst, tw: mentions of illness

Words: 1900

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

Part Six - Peter Pan and Captain Hook

Paper bags were all bundled up into Bucky’s arms and he suddenly felt angry at himself for declining Steve and Sam’s help. Halloween had always been Harry’s favourite time of year and Bucky wasn’t able to throw him an extravagant party and it killed him. As a result he asked the nurses and doctors – who had only been too happy to help him – if he could throw a small gathering in Harry’s hospital room. There weren’t very many guests who were going to attend the party, there was only going to be Bucky, Steve, Peggy, Sam, Bucky’s mom and his sister. But really, they were all the people that the party needed.

A plastic bottle of grape soda fell out of one of the paper bags as Bucky got to his car. He swore under his breath as he kicked a wheel of his car and opened the trunk. There was a giggle as the bottle of soda was picked up off of the sidewalk. Bucky frowned as he saw that it was Ava.

“Hey, Mr Moody. Why do you seem to have bought the entire stock of the grocery store?” she giggled at him, beaming all the while.

Bucky looked at her warily, he was starting to get whiplash from her constant mood changes, “I’m throwing Harry a party in his hospital room tonight. Halloween is his favourite time of year and it’s the best I can do.”

“I know,” Ava smiled and elaborated when Bucky narrowed his eyes, wondering how she could know something like that, “he talks to me sometimes when I walk past his room; he told me how much he loves Halloween. He always tells me about how much he loves you also,” she added and Bucky fought the urge to cry.

“I’m glad that he’s at least talking to somebody, so thank you for taking the time,” he smiled; he had to admit that she had a good heart.

“It’s not a problem, he’s a sweet kid. I wonder whether you could give this to him?” she reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it over to him. It was an amazingly well drawn picture of Peter Pan standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger, she’d also written a little Halloween message, “and I know how much he loves Peter Pan.”

“This is amazing, really it is. Thank you so much for this,” he was starting to get a little choked up.

Ava shrugged like it was nothing and grinned at him, “it’s no problem, I’d better go,” she smiled, fiddling with the end of her blonde hair, “I hope you all have a good night Buck,” she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before she left.

Bucky watched her leave before he shook his head and sighed as he put the bags in the trunk of his car before driving off to the hospital to see his little boy. When he got to the hospital, getting to Harry’s room was quite the challenge due to some nurse trying to flirt with him. He really didn’t want to be rude but all he wanted to do was get to Harry’s room to set up for the party. In the end, he got rescued by the chief of staff who happened to be passing by and he ended up getting escorted to Harry’s room.

“I’m sorry about her, she doesn’t get out much,” the doctor joked with a chuckle.

Bucky shook his head with an awkward smile, “it’s okay, and thank you for rescuing me.”

“Daddy!” Harry shouted as Bucky walked in and hugged his boy.

“Hey bud! Happy Halloween!” he smiled and got the Peter Pan hat out of the bag and placed it on Harry’s head, “this is for you,” he grinned as he gave Harry the picture that Ava had drawn for him.

“I love it Daddy! It looks just like Peter Pan daddy. Ava is the best; she looks like a beautiful princess.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky mumbled before he kissed his son’s forehead, clicked his plastic vampire fangs into place and he started decorating the hospital room.

There was so much candy and chocolate in that little room that it hurt Bucky’s teeth just by looking at it all. He put some cherry soda and some grape soda into punch bowls that were shaped like a witches’ cauldron which he adorned with jelly candy eyeballs that he’d poked a hole through with cocktail sticks.

Just as Bucky was finished with the decorating, Steve, Peggy and his mom turned up, it was so typical for them to turn up just as he was finishing. His mom had made pumpkin and cinnamon cake puffs so unsurprisingly Bucky forgave her pretty quickly. Peggy had been really nervous about meeting Harry but the sheer look of delight on Harry’s face spoke a thousand words. When Steve walked into the room he looked Bucky up and down as he shook his head in disapproval.

“No Buck, you can’t be a vampire,” he smirked and passed Bucky a garment bag,

“What the hell is this?” he raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

“Just go and put it on in the restroom,” Bucky sighed and walked into the restroom, as he was putting on the costume he would have liked nothing more than to murder Steve.

As Bucky revealed himself Steve burst out into peals of laughter, while his mom smiled at him, “you look so dashing sweetheart.”

“Thanks mom,” Bucky muttered unhappily while Harry smiled with glee.

“Captain Hook!” Harry’s reaction made him crack a smile.

About ten minutes later, Sam turned up along with Rebecca – Bucky’s sister – Bucky narrowed his eyes and took Sam to one side, “are you serious man? Turning up with my little sister?”

Sam chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender, “calm down Captain,” Sam smirked, “we’re just friends, I promise.”

“Yeah, well I’ll be keeping an eye on you, just so you know,” he mumbled, causing Sam to roll his eyes in response.

In the midst of playing some party games and eating candy there came a knock on the door, Bucky turned to see that it was one of Harry’s doctors. The doctor looked pretty happy and Bucky hoped that he’d only be delivering some good news. Bucky excused himself and walked out to meet the doctor, worry bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt while you’re having a party,” Doctor Banner smiled and Bucky nodded, pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth.”

“That’s okay doctor, is everything okay?” he took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the worst.

“I’ve got some good news; we’ve been able to isolate the cancer to make sure it doesn’t spread. Harry’s last scan looks like a great improvement; you’ll be able to take him home as of tomorrow. He’ll have to come in weekly for his treatments and his scans but honestly, he’s doing really well.”

Bucky’s heart began to soar, he’d never felt so happy, this was the absolute best news, “oh my god! That’s amazing, he’ll finally be able to be back in his own bed, thank you so much doctor!” he lost his head and pulled the Doctor Banner into a hug, Doctor Banner chuckled as he patted Bucky’s back.

“You’re very welcome, I’ll let you get back to your party,” Doctor Banner grinned before he took off down the hallway. Bucky smiled as he walked back into the room.

Rebecca looked up at him nervously, “is everything okay Buck?”

Bucky smiled at his sister before looking at Harry, “I’ve got some great news bud! Tomorrow you’ll be able to come home!”

Harry threw his little arms in the air and whooped, “yay daddy! I’m so excited daddy!” it was the happiest that Bucky had ever seen him.

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Ava giggled as she walked out of her bedroom to hear the cheers of the people who were playing beer pong. The party had decided to do boys against girls and by the looks of it, the girls had won. It was currently Peter who was downing the cup of all the mixed alcohol that people had been pouring in. MJ giggled and wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck.

“God, you’re so hot baby,” she smiled and kissed him deeply.

Ava shook her head fondly as she walked over to the little makeshift bar that she had created on the kitchen counter. By the looks of it, they needed some more vodka. She walked over to Pietro, Wanda’s twin. He was the most sober one, apart from her.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab some more vodka from the store on the corner,” she smiled and grabbed her keys off the side.

“You can’t go on your own, princessa!”

Ava rolled her eyes with a smile at the pet name, “I’ll be fine really. I’ve got my pepper spray and I can beat any muggers up,” she giggled.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I will, I promise. I’ll see you guys in a little while,” she smiled before walking out of the apartment into the cold night.

The streets were pretty quiet, it was pretty clear that the entire population of New York was at some sort of party tonight. Ava only intended to get some vodka from the store but she ended up coming out with three bottles of wine and some snacks. As she was walking back she ran into Bucky who was beaming from ear to ear. It served to make him more handsome, Ava didn’t realise that was even possible

“Hey, let me walk you back to your apartment,” he smiled when he realised that Ava was on her own, Ava smiled and let him.

“So, you’re looking marginally happier than you did this morning. Did Harry have a good party?”

Bucky nodded with a grin, “yeah, he did. I got some good news from the doctors as well. He can come home as of tomorrow.”

“Aw, Bucky! That is amazing news, I’m so happy for you!” she grinned and she was, though that little boy made her day. But of course, she would much rather him be heathy rather than cooped up in a hospital.

“Yeah, it’s great. I still can’t believe it,” he beamed before hesitating and looking over at Ava, “have you heard back from the English department about if you’re going to be getting transferred out of my class?” Ava chewed her purple painted lip, she couldn’t miss the hurt that she heard in Bucky’s voice. But, he’d been an asshole.

“Considering I only filed it yesterday, no. I think it’s going to take up to a week for it to come back.”

“Look, maybe you shouldn’t transfer out,” he started as they got to Ava’s apartment, Ava considered on ending the conversation but she decided that it was only fair if she heard Bucky out, “I can forget about what happened yesterday. I can act like we didn’t sleep together in Greece, I can forget about all of it.”

Ava sighed; she couldn’t believe that his words still had the power to hurt her, “well, I can’t Bucky. At first, maybe I could but I can’t anymore and I really wish that I could forget it. I wish that I could forget you, but I just can’t.”

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Hi! I’m in a weird mood so there’s going to be a smattering of random thoughts below.

-We had family photos taken yesterday and I’ve seen a couple sneak peeks already and they look great. I will admit that it’s really weird seeing myself in pictures because that does not happen very often and I just don’t like my face in pictures. It just doesn’t look like what I see in the mirror, you know?

- My house is still a mess, it remains frustrating but Alex’s work schedule has been insane the last couple of weeks and my in law’s are busy watching my niece and nephew. I’m seriously considering making my Christmas present this year be a once a month cleaning service. That would be insanely helpful.

- Alice is going through some weird separation anxiety. It’s only me that is allowed to do anything with/for her. Getting her in/out of the car seat, putting her in the crib for bed, helping her get shoes on, it all has to be me. Other than that she’s in a really fun phase currently, she can express what she wants to do and how she’s feeling and it’s made interacting with her a lot more fun. 

- Lucy is 8 months old. It’s ridiculous how quickly it’s flying by this time, I keep thinking that she’s a lot younger than that but she’s mobile now and eating real food. She loves cheese, chewing on all the things even though it doesn’t look like she has teeth coming anytime soon, and is pulling herself up to standing on everything. She’s starting to clap and play peek a boo and it’s the cutest thing ever. 

- I can’t believe it’s October and I have to start thinking about holidays. I actually really love Halloween and decorating the house for it, we’re all wearing costumes this year so I’m really hoping it’s not cold and it’s decent weather for trick or treating. 

- I took an Enneagram type test a few days ago, I’m a type 9 and it definitely fits me well. 

I think that’s about it, we have some good family time coming up and I’m looking forward to this month. Hope you are all well!

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the sweet taste of revenge | Tina

James had been waiting for Tina to arrive at work all day. After what had occurred yesterday, he had done the beds that night so he could give her a whole different task. He’d been thinking that night on how he could get a little bit of a payback. Step one was reducing her pay with 50% since she didn’t work most of that day. He practically had been nice.

Secondly, he had gotten her four different fairy outfits he wanted her to fit for Halloween because yes it was time they would change Neverland to a pirate ship and he would have Tina to be his personal Tinkerbell. He had gotten Peter a Pan outfit for the shit and giggles of it.

Thirdly she would now be set in the kitchen, with him preparing and tasting the food that would be Halloween themed. Seeing she liked the cake he wanted to try some pumpkin inspired cupcakes. This would seem like normal, but what made all of this so horrifying is, that he wouldn’t allow her to do a job he didn’t ask for, meaning today she would be stuck with him.

Tina was running exactly 5 minutes late for work (which was a new record because usually she was 30 minutes late or didn’t show up at all). By her logic, she thought if she arrived as close to on time as possible then she could absolutely avoid Hook, and getting in to trouble, and then she would only have to answer the phones that day. Never in a million years could she predict the direction her day was about to take.

To counter the absolutely foul mood she had been in the day previously, which she blamed on being tired and hungry, Tina had decided to down a mug of coffee before she left the house (not her usual morning drink), and stopped by the cafe to buy another coffee, with a double shot of espresso for good measure. The sprite was soon to be absolutely buzzed on caffeine. It hadn’t quite kicked in yet, but oh boy was she in for a ride when it did. Coupled with the fact she had lost a significant amount of sleep because she had been crying meant that she would be bouncing off the walls in no time.

As discretely as possible, Tina slithered in to reception and hung her coat and bag in the staff cupboard. She debated for a minute just staying in there all day but that seemed like a bad place to be once caffeine turned her in to a fidgety mess. Tina cradled her coffee in her hand and closed the cupboard door. When she turned, there stood Hook with a suspiciously calm look on his face. It was unnerving. She forced a smile in the hopes that he would see she was in an absolutely, totally, perfectly fine mood and leave her alone.

James found himself surprised. Shouldn’t Tina be at work like what half an hour later? Well, originally she was expected to be here. Which confused him, after yesterday he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t show up at all. But early of all things. Was she plotting something as well? Well it made it easier for him to tell her that her schedule has been changed, wait till her tantrum was over (without the sentimental feelings yesterday had to offer.) For some odd reason, he didn’t really like to see her sad. He must be gotten ill or something.

It also seemed like she wasn’t fully aware he was in the room at first, which gave him a moment to slip on a grin, before taking a more neutral one when they stood face to face. “I have already done the beds for today so you will be given a different chore than usual.” He explained, trying to not smile as he did his explanation.

“As you might have heard this year we will be doing a pirate theme for Halloween.” He had to thank Meg and Tobias for that one, and he did. After all, those two were the ones that gave him the idea in the first place. He moved for a moment, handing her the box with the fairy outfits. “This will be chore number one, go to the ladies room, or an unused room to fit these. It’s your outfit, pick the one you like most or if you like all of them you can switch them during Halloween.” He pondered for a moment, “after that I expect you in the kitchen. I will give further instructions.”

He wondered if she could give some input on what to put on the cupcakes.

Tina couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when it was noted that the beds had already been made. Yesterday was not fun and if she could avoid a repeat then she would do so at all costs. “Oh, thank fuck, I’ll take anything over making the beds…” she muttered in to the plastic lid of her coffee cup. This wasn’t true, of course. There was a whole host of things that she would rather not do at all and had she known the day ahead of her she would have volunteered to make the beds all over again.

The girl downed the rest of her coffee as Hook explained the pirate theme, which she wasn’t particularly excited about. “Wow, pirates, that’s just… brilliant idea!” Her voice was laced with mockery despite how cheery she was trying to sound. There was nothing scary about pirates! How was she supposed to scare guests with an eye-patch and a parrot? She wished there had been some vodka in her coffee when James handed her the box - what the hell was he going to get her to wear?! Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but the task seemed like an easy way to kill time and wait for the coffee to work its magic so she obliged.

“I’m just letting you know right now, if I look awful in any of these I’m not going to wear them.”

Tina sauntered to James’ office with her nose stuck stubbornly in the air. She was absolutely not getting dressed in the ladies room, or walking down the corridor to find an empty room. With a light kick of her foot, she pushed the door open, and threw a grin over her shoulder. At the very least she could pretend to be a very slow dresser, and use the time to level up on Mario Kart, and maybe by then James would have gotten bored and did the chores in the kitchen without her.

A breath of relief? Hmm…that wasn’t exactly the reaction he was going for…Perhaps he should have thought this through, or perhaps she failed to notice she will be spending her time with him later when the day progressed. “Language Tina, especially in rooms where clients can hear.” It wasn’t a real scolding, more like..a gentle reminder. She wasn’t off the hook just yet.

“You can thank Tobias and Meg for that idea, they are the two individuals that gave me the idea in the first place. I also got a costume for Peter, though I find it highly unlikely he’d do anything during Halloween.” It would be Smee and Tina and him. It was going to drain the life out of him.

“If you don’t wear them you are free to spend your own money on a costume, you will need to be dressed regardless.” James shrugged, not really in the mood to bicker with her. If she wasn’t pleased with these…pretty expensive…what was wrong with him? His smile faltered, and a deepening frown came over him as he leaned back against the counter.

What was the plan again?

Tina rolled her eyes but bit her tongue. She could skip down the hall singing a slew of profanities till her heart’s content, just to annoy him. But she could also just choose to ignore the reminder and continue on her merry way.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I’ll make sure I thank them for it,” Tina nodded though she would absolutely not be thanking them. Especially not Tobias of all people! What was he doing suggesting Halloween decorations to Hook anyway? That didn’t seem like him at all. James did hold Tina’s attention briefly when he spoke of Peter though, and she knew there was not a chance in hell that Peter would be wearing anything that he bought for him. With great skepticism she asked, “What costume did you buy Peter? ‘Cause, like, he’s not gonna wear it.”

Tina laughed at the thought and felt the familiar tingle of the caffeine starting to take effect. A feint smirk began to play on the side her lips - at the very least if James was going to try and rile her up with these costumes she was in the perfect mischievous sort of mood to throw it back in his face.

“I couldn’t buy my own if I wanted to,” the girl called through the opened door. She planned on keeping it open until she had decided if she was going to try any of the costumes on. The box was dumped on the floor with a dull thud. “You docked my pay, remember?! Although…” Tina continued, peeking her head around the door frame. There was a sparkle in her eyes that hinted she was ready to cause to trouble. “I could always dress as Lady Godiva!”

Without leaving room for a response Tina slammed the door closed and set about pulling the costumes from the box.

That little eyeroll normally would do wonders for his mood, yet James found himself too much struggling with his thoughts to actually find himself light-hearted. What the hell had Tina done to him?”

Well, James wasn’t born yesterday, he knew Tina wouldn’t thank those people. Heck, he already knew she wouldn’t thank him for the expensive professional wigs, makeup and dresses he had given her. He found himself at loss for words as he , finally, worked out what was wrong with him.

oh no.

Oh hell no.

Of all things James had to deal with it just happened to be that he found himself charmed by this ridiculously rude blond. A lot of when how and even why comes into his mind.

But he already knew when he already knew how and he already knew why. This had been going on for a long while. Hadn’t it already been before he picked her up and jumped with her into the pool? Hadn’t it been before he even met Wendy Darling?

Yes, this had been happening before all of this, James simply denied it, and kept denying it. But for some reason after the pool, he found it harder to hide it. After all wasn’t he always constantly worrying about her, like when she became sick (or pretended she was as he later found out). This was an absolute mess, because he knew she fancied Peter, and a part of him actually rooted for her.

Another part just wasn’t pleased with how Peter handled her and she deserved better. A lot better than Peter.

He snapped out of it. He would never willingly tell her this, he refused to treat her differently even realizing this. Though he also knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her having come to terms that…of all people he ended up finding his first crush to be Tina Bell.

It had been so easy to ban love or crushes out of his life. So why now? Why her? Because she makes things easier, and she makes things less boring, and he too realized she was so much more than she showed. She was more sensitive and yet she was strong, she had a sharp tongue but wasn’t that what had drawn him in. He wanted to sweep her off her feet while knowing he would never be able to do so. He wanted her, but he couldn’t have her. Because she would never like James Hook, wasn’t that how it always had been since he hired her? And yet- she had lowered her guard yesterday, and therefore lowered his.

God damn it, Tina!

He mentally shouted to himself. He cursed himself. Angry he moved towards his office. He needed a drink.

In the time that it had taken Hook to give himself an existential crisis, Tina had started to carefully unpack the box of costumes. The box itself had been haphazardly thrown behind the desk in a rush of excitement, but open realising just how pretty the costumes were Tina thought she better take just a little more care with them. The girl sat cross legged on the floor, surrounded by a sea of tulle and glitter, none-the-wiser to what was occurring outside.

It was weird, of course, that Hook had chosen such expensive looking things for her to wear. She couldn’t fathom why. But hey, Tina would never turn down something expensive, sparkly or green if she could help it. And playing dress-up was so much fun! Maybe he thought it would be funny to see her swamped by the fabric, or have her feel embarrassed at being likened to a fairy. Tina thought Hook was a complete idiot. Especially after their riot yesterday.

Tina stood, holding one of the dresses at arms length to get a better look at it before she would try it on. She gave it a swish, to see how the fabric moved, before turning to face the window where she could see her reflection. (Luckily the office windows looked out onto trees that obstructed the view because she hadn’t thought to close the blinds.)

Apparently she had been quite enamored with the sparkle of the dress because she hadn’t heard anyone approaching the door. When it flew opened she gave out a horrified shriek and clutched the dress close to her chest, whirling around to shoot Hook an embarrassed glare. She had just been about to get changed!! What was he thinking?! (Thank God she didn’t know what he was thinking…)

“Hey!” Tina cried, rushing forward with an outstretched hand to shoo James back out of the room. “What are you doing you perv? I could have been naked in here! Get out!” She used her free hand to try to turn him around and push him back out the way he came. Tina’s entire face burned bright red. Now she was going to clash with the green!!

The time he had used to walk to the office, Tina had managed to look at the content of the boxes. Of course, James didn’t think that she would look at these costumes and dress in his office, because why would she go to his office. Yet that was exactly what happened when he walked in. It felt like the air got sucked out of his lungs (and he still wanted his drink.)

…Did she call him a pervert?

“What are you doing in my office.” He has already pushed around yet that didn’t mean he wouldn’t speak his disapproval. “Unless my office became a guestroom or ladies room without my knowledge.” It was her fault to dress in his office. Why Tina, why of all places my office. James thought to himself. “Well, at least the green looks nice on you.

He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t aware you would take off your underwear to fit a costume, technically you wouldn’t be naked anyway.” He coughed as if to hide his embarrassment as he leaned against the wall, outside his office.

All of the sudden this day felt like it would become a rather long one, part of him didn’t want to spend any time with her, yet he did need a second opinion and Peter well…it was Peter. At least Tina was somewhat helpful at times. Rarely but at least that was still more than peter was.

He sighed as he patiently waited for her to finish, after all the way he scheduled his day he was rather depended on her. Maybe he’d even give her a little bit of a charge today.

“I’m getting changed like you told me to,” Tina insisted, as if the answer was totally obvious. (When did she ever do as she was told?) In reality she was just lazy and hadn’t felt like walking, or searching, or trying to change in a small space. “And besides,” she continued, a playful smirk dancing on the edge of her lips. “I am a guest in your office right now, therefore, this is now a guestroom. And I’m a lady, inside a room, so it’s also a ladies room.” Sure, her logic wasn’t solid, but she wasn’t fussed for accuracy right now and was feeling a little pedantic. James’ comment about the green was duly noted, not that she cared what he thought looked good on her. She already knew green was her colour. Peter had even said so at the party.

The flush on her cheeks never left but that wasn’t about to stop her arguing her case, and when it seemed James was embarrassed by the notion of her taking off her underwear Tina saw it as a prime opportunity to really rile him up. If he was going to try to embarrass her then she would do her damnedest to turn it back around on him. “You don’t know how I live my life, Sir,” Tina remarked rather suggestively, placing her free hand on her hip and shrugging her shoulders.

With that she closed the door again and did her best to hide a giggle. A plan was forming in her head. If it went as planned, Hook would become either so flustered, or frustrated, or irritated, that he would decide that he didn’t need her to follow him around after all, and then, just like she had hoped twenty minutes prior, he would let her answer e-mails and sit at the front desk for the rest of the day instead.

Tina went back to her previous task or sorting through the costumes and finally decided which one she was going to try on first. There was a lot of layers to put on, and she almost wished she had someone to help her, but she couldn’t very well ask Hook to help her. Not after all that suggestive language.

He couldn’t contain the rolling of his eyes, though his cheeks were still a bit flustered. He scraped his throat for a moment to recompose himself. “You are an employee and not a guest, you are on your work hours now.” James pointed out to shut down her remark. “And since this is my office technically you are a woman dressing in the men’s room.” Logic or not he wouldn’t accept it.

Yet he wouldn’t walk in there again either.

You don’t know how I live my life, Sir. The way her voice sounded as she teased him, made his lips curl into a smirk. Two can play that game. “Oh, I’m very aware of how you live your life, Tina.” His voice grew deeper as he said her name. He’d been watching her far long enough to know that she would never dare to go commando, especially not near peter nor him.

He was happy that she slammed the door because he was well aware his face would have said much more than those words did. With that, he leaned back against the wall watching the door intentively. “I’d hurry if I were you, this promises to become a very long day if you don’t.” She’d be working after hours if she didn’t get everything done.

She wasn’t the only one who could be suggestive as to mess with him. He could play that game all too well, being flirtatious wasn’t anything new to him, though he never imagined him to be like that towards Tina. Yet she had pressed a button with him that made him want to tease her.

“Uh, equal rights!” Tina called in reply, knowing full well that her argument was falling flat and she was countering for the sake of keeping the argument going. She wasn’t being serious, of course. In fact, it was all quite funny to her. And it was wasting more time.

She was finishing adjusting the way the straps of the dress lay across her shoulders when she felt her ears burning, and her hands flew up to cover them. The change in James’ tone of voice was quite startling, definitely not the response she had been aiming for, and she had to think quickly on her feet to reply in a way that didn’t make her sound like she was flustered by it. What did he even mean by that?

“See!” Tina started as confidently as she had been moments prior. “Didn’t I just say you were a perv?”

A laugh almost escaped her, but she bit the edge of her lower lip to stop it and finished fixing the dress. Now she really had to take her time because if she want out there blushing like a maniac then her teasing would stop working. So Tina fixed her hair and made sure that every layer of tulle was sitting just right.

And then she opened the door. With a sickly-sweet smile on her face, Tina spun slowly on her toes, making sure to show off the entirety of the dress. She wasn’t in complete costumes, heaven forbid she would take too long getting ready, but she certainly felt pretty as a picture. Tina finished with a curtsy and a flutter of her eyelashes. “Before you say it, yes, I know I look great!”

“What’s with equal rights, there is a reason for safety why women are not allowed in the men’s room isn’t there. Even more, if a man were to go to a ladies room, the guy would be in much more trouble than a girl would in a man’s room.” He found himself feeling slightly annoyed with the whole equal rights bull, it only counts to privilege the person saying it, and rarely it’s considered from the other side of things. He sighed deeply.

For one his ears were just about glued to her voice, even though he knew she was joking, or teasing or whatnot, he tried to continue the conversation simply out of the desire of wanting to talk to her. This caused him to sigh again because now he realised the reason, this would become pretty much draining to him in the long run. Part of him prayed she wouldn’t get under his skin too often so it would still be manageable. Perhaps he should just mention Peter more often in an attempt to distract her. Anything that works he’d try at this point. Much rather than giving in to the messy feelings he was having. He didn’t want to deal with those, he didn’t deserve them in the first place. Yet, they still existed didn’t they.

fuck his life, hard.

He, however, had to laugh as she called him a perv once again. “Not sure what you are imagining Tina.” His voice came out playful, perhaps a tiny bit cocky even. He gave up right then and there, he’d roll with whatever she threw at him.  “I haven’t really done anything to be the pervert here, so if it’s your imagination wouldn’t it make you the perv instead?” He asked her tauntingly, though his voice betrayed how he too was simply joking with her.

Which is why when she opened the door and twirled before him he actually gave her an appreciating nod and agreed with her. “You couldn’t be more right, you really picked out a dress that very much suits you very well.” He softly smiled. “It’ll look even better given the wig and makeup.” He found himself content with his purchases.

Tina snickered. She thought of herself as a bit of a feminist but by Wendy’s definition she probably wasn’t. Her attitude toward other women wasn’t exactly desirable - she found herself incredibly jealous and unbelievably judgemental, and if she could throw another girl under the bus to save herself then she would do so without even flinching. There was a lot of unhealthy competition going on when Tina was growing up, and unlike Wendy, she never grew out of it. Regardless, that wasn’t going to stop her telling James off for his opinion on the matter. “Sir, that is exactly why we need equal rights, you idiot. Then no one gets in trouble for using a bathroom.” Her voice was rather condescending and she frowned imagining that Wendy might have said something similar. “Besides,” Tina continued. “I could beat the shit out of any man causing trouble in the men or the ladies room…"

It was lucky that Tina had a quick mind and a quicker tongue because she was sure that any other person having this conversation would have crumbled or given up to the teasing by now. Lord knows what it might sound like to a bystander! Actually it probably was better that no one was eavesdropping because they might get a very wrong idea of what was happening, at least on Tina’s end.

“Oh, but you’re such a clever man, I’m sure you could figure it out,” she taunted, a hint if a wink in her voice. She was trying very, very hard not to burst in to a fit of giggles. Oh, what a performance this was! She should win an Oscar! “And anyway, what of it? What if I was a perv? What’d you do then?"

Tina’s nose betrayed her once more. The flush that usually crept across her face slowly returned when James agreed with her choice. Damnit! She wished she could get through at least one conversation with someone without blushing. "I still have to try on the others, remember!? We don’t know if this is the one yet!”

James failed to see the attraction when it came to what feminism had turned out to be. Throughout history, they represented the things that caused disturbances in rights when it came to women. Now at times, it felt like some sort of power trip. "That is exactly the point I am making, in order to speak about equality all genders should be able to go to the bathroom without getting an assault charge.” He did not even see why any of this mattered considering equality had so much more issues than just the use of a toilet. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she insulted him, it was so like her to slip one in. Her words after were so much like Tina James couldn’t help but feel the need to hide a smile from his face, he had to bite his lip in order to not start laughing. “I do not doubt that Tina, but at times better safe than sorry.”

James had already forgotten about the potential guests that could overhear the situation. Mainly because it was rare they would come near his office, which fairly was pretty far away from the other rooms. It was a place of his own, perhaps why Tina had decided to dress herself in that room for that reason, no one to overhear or easily disturb you. Things were turning a bit amusing to him now. Especially since Tina cane cross as a bit playful. It was pretty funny to him.

“Maybe I am feeling a bit stupid today, you did call me an idiot after all, why don’t you elaborate on it?” James’ voice turned a bit deeper, more because he was teasing her in a way that he normally didn’t. Well, he didn’t do so with anyone, yet he couldn’t stop himself. “Hmm if you were a pervert?” He had to think carefully about what to say next. “Guess there would be an increase in the teasing, Tina.”

James halted as she pointed out the other costumes. “Well, I didn’t buy you 3 outfits for you to pick one of them. They all are yours, so whichever is to your liking you can keep.” They were all custom made anyway. So even if he wanted to sell them it wouldn’t be easy.

“Better safe than sorry,” Tina repeated mockingly, with a signature roll of her eyes. How many times had she heard that in her life? ‘Better safe than sorry’. If she had taken such advice then she wouldn’t be friends with Peter, or the Lost Boys, and she wouldn’t have nearly as many exciting stories to tell. It seemed much better to live life to the fullest and not apologies for anything, than to live a safe, unfulfilling existence. She snorted and waved her hand dismissively. “God, you sound like my Aunt Mary!”

Though Tina was fully aware that James was admitting stupidity for something of a comedic or teasing effect, she wholeheartedly agreed that, yes, James was being stupid today. She thought he was stupid most of the time, but today particularly so. It seemed he was playing right in to her hands. (That could just have been the caffeine shooting her confidence through the roof though.) Now was her chance to go for the full wind up! If she didn’t think fast the moment would be gone. For effect, Tina folded her arms, then tapped a dainty finger on the side of her temple, as if deep in thought. How could she ‘elaborate’ in such a way that would make James want to walk away from the whole conversation and never look back? Or even better, how could she totally embarrass him?

“I think…” Tina started, more smug than ever. She took a small step forward to up the drama. “Mm, no, I know you must be a perv because how else would you know exactly what my size is for this dress if you hadn’t, I don’t know, been staring at me intently?”

Admittedly Tina was grasping at straws, and was making much of this explanation up on the spot. She didn’t believe a word that was coming out of her own mouth, but she wasn’t going to act like it, was she?

“I mean, this bodice is pretty tight, right?” A hand drifted across her midriff and landed on her hip. “And you were watching me as I hung up my coat, weren’t you? I can only really think of one other explanation, if you aren’t the perv I think you are.”

Tina had to resist the urge to give James a good hard poke on the chest. That had ended badly for her previously. “And, there! You’ve just proven the theory if you’ll tease me more for being a perv, because you like it.”

 James scoffed as she repeated his words, god she could be so childish at times. Yet, it still amused him in the end. It was hard to keep a straight face while having any conversation with her lately. But he managed with the best of his capability. In a way he only said these things because he lacked the individual to tell him, there was no one that warned him what the risks of picking fights were, but if he knew one thing: Love was a dangerous flame that could either ignite a spark inside of you or burn you alive. And as much as James fancied Tina, he wasn’t willing to let her know this. Either he wasn’t ready for her to know, or perhaps he simply couldn’t trust her. His history was too complicated and it all turned with the polar figure in his life that torn him into pieces. His mother.

You see, as a son from a rich family, it was uncommon for him to be placed in an orphanage. That is if you didn’t fake your child being death. And that was exactly the stunt his mother had pulled as her petty little revenge towards James his father. He was six years old when his father found a new mistress he wanted to spend his life with, to sooth his former wife he had given full custody over James to his wife, making time for him in the weekend. However, when James had his birthday at his mother’s place, she dropped him off to an orphanage claiming she couldn’t care for such a worthless human being, and if they didn’t take him from her she would end his life herself. The system didn’t really do a good job in contacting his father and James was placed with a broken self-image and a lot of scars which led to a violent streak into his youth. He didn’t know what home was. He didn’t know what love was. He barely allowed people near him, and he didn’t trust anyone.

“I don’t know who your aunt Mary is.” He stated. God, he didn’t even know anything about his own family. He didn’t have the strength to go looking for them, not after James learned that his mother remarried and had another son. His father had two daughters and led a happy life with his new wife. Who was he to disturb their lives with questions that he wouldn’t even want an answer on? “Though I can only hope she is someone that cares for you?” If not then he certainly didn’t want to be part of the comparison, because James did care for Tina. He cared for her much more than he’d done for anyone throughout his life. Perhaps she already had surpassed how much he cared for Peter. And that was what terrified him, how had this tiny little blond managed to root herself into his heart. Sure she was annoyingly cute and there was so much about her that it almost frustrated him how peter lacked this insight. She was amazing and special. What did she lack for Peter to wholeheartedly dedicate himself to her? And to make the matter worse, this knowledge at times was what made James feel a bit relieved and conflicted at the same time. Because a part of him would always support whatever could give Tina the happiness she deserved. But a part of him felt like she deserved better than to be someone’s second choice. He remembered his conversation with Wendy before, he wasn’t stupid he knew the girl was hurting. And the way she spoke about Peter betrayed how much she cared for him.

But were they a better match? Wendy and Peter, or Tina and Peter. Tina would match Peter’s mischievous side, they both knew how to create trouble. But as for who was better, wasn’t it Wendy who could keep Peter grounded. And what would he think if Peter and Tina did end up together? Part of him feared, that despite Tina being over the moon. Peter wouldn’t keep up that façade very long before that leading to Tina being hurt. James already knew that he was getting more well observant and with a growing sense of protection over Tina. While being aware that this was something that could never be, even if it was something he so desperately wanted.

He must have gone stupid, having these feelings was never a bother to him. If he liked someone he could always tell himself that his work was more important, peter was more…well, he had some importance in his life. But Tina surpassed those excuses by working for him. And even though he knew that giving in was the last thing he should do when it came to Tina, he did want to give her her fun. Allow her to tease him, and be playful around him. What he wanted more than anything was for her to be comfortable enough to be herself around him. The way she accidentally had been during one of their fights not too long ago. Because even if it tore him apart and he had to practically drag the conversation in a way that they both could run from it. James hadn’t forgotten anything about it. The way her hair fell to hide her vulnerable side. Or how tiny she looked with her legs pulled together.

“Do you know what you sound like?” it was one of the things she had said to him that day. And even now he wondered. What did he sound like? What was it she needed, and could he ever offer that to her. These things were what kept him lying awake at night. He was a mix off ‘what could he do to make things easier’ while also thinking ‘how could he keep his feelings hidden for her.’ And it wasn’t easy, lord this was the most difficult thing he had ever faced, and he had faced guys with metal bats and knuckles. Then how could Tina manage to be more terrifying then they could ever be. Ah because physical bruises heal. But another scar on his heart could change him back to the man he so desperately didn’t want to be anymore. No, he couldn’t allow Tina to ever make such an influence on him.

He watched her fold her arms and he knew that now his inner fight would start, it was something he knew Tina did when she planned to play with Smee. Which either meant she wanted to avoid something, wanted something, or planned an escape. Three things James wouldn’t allow right now. He wouldn’t lose to her. He would never lose to her. Because losing would mean confessing and confessing would mean disaster.

“Yes?” The smug look on her face did things to him he couldn’t describe, he wanted to wipe it off her face, so he pressed his lips firmly, though a smile escaped. Her next words almost made him swallow, but he somehow managed to stand tall. So she had noticed. But she seemed to forgotten something. “And what if I did?” He smiled taking a step closer to her, a cheeky smile.

“As to why I know your sizes, I’m not sure how much of a genius you think I am but I could stare at you for ages and I still wouldn’t know your size. Basically, I checked your file when you came to work here if you recall Neverland was meant to have uniforms in the beginning, and it was written in your resume.” He pointed out casually.

“But then there is your question, why would I look at you intensively.” James hummed. “Well since you are the one with the greater imagination of the both of us, tell me what makes you think I would look at you so closely. Aside from the tag sticking out of your coat?”

He shook his head. He wouldn’t allow himself to be defeated. “And I’ll have to apologize princess, but the only thing you have been right about is that you are correct about one single thing. I do tease you because I like it, the rest pure coincidence.”

Tina considered for a moment, not something she wanted to be doing right now. Was Mary someone that cared for Tina? She supposed to so. The woman wasn’t terrible by any means -she raised Tina, clothed and fed her, put a roof over her head- but she always seemed distant. There was always something else that needed doing elsewhere. Some would call Mary a busy body, others might call her scatter brained. She just didn’t have the time to really look at Tina, or listen to her, or play with her. Tina knew that Mary must have cared a little if she continued to provide for her, to put up with her. It just wasn’t enough. Maybe had something to do with the rest of her family. Something in the back of her mind had her suspicious that Mary wasn’t even her real Auntie but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Regardless, the lack of attention led to Tina’s increasingly desperate attempts to be noticed. Not just by Mary, but by anyone. Peter filled that void when they were children, and then the Lost Boys too. And they would wildly search for attention together. But then Wendy appeared and the void threatened to grow and grow, and Tina grew increasingly desperate. All attention felt like good attention at this point. Even when the attention was objectively very, very bad. (Like right now.) But, you know, Mary still fed her and stuff. She didn’t kick her out when school started to call, or when the police gave her one or two warnings. She totally cared.

“Hmm… I guess she did,” Tina hummed. “I mean, I’m still alive. That has to count.” She really didn’t feel like diving much deeper in to it. Not when she was trying to flirt her way out of doing real work!

James shortened the gap between them and Tina found she had to stand a little taller just to look at him now. There was no way she was going to look as small and vulnerable as when he shouted at her. His response to the staring accusation caught her off guard for a moment. Had she not been so committed to the act she would have taken a step away from him. What if he had been staring? Well then she would be thoroughly freaked out. But he was just playing, right? So she kept up the game. “Well, I wouldn’t blame you,” Tina shrugged, leaning in to her hip a little.

Admittedly Tina had totally forgotten about her uniform size. Honestly, it had been a miracle she even read enough of the contract to sign it in the first place, and there was absolutely nothing worth remembering on it, was there? It felt like admitting James was smarter than he looked though, so she did her best to swerve the explanation back to where she wanted it. “That’s a dreadfully boring answer. I take back my previous statement, I don’t think you’re very clever at all.” Tina took another tiny step forward and let out a little huff, followed closely by a pout of her lower lip.

Oh, but then he just had to go and throw her off her rhythm again! Why would he have any reason to look at her intently? Of course the simple reason could just be that she demanded attention. Not just from James, but from everyone. And staring was totally attention. Again though, that seemed like a boring answer that wouldn’t lead anywhere. Her eyes fluttered away for a moment. Maybe she could play coy. It was better than laughing, which she wanted to do right now. “Hmm… Well, you know, sir… When someone, like… likes someone they might look at them very closely.” Tina buried the urge to reach out her hand by holding them behind her back. “And… I think you like me. What with how much you love teasing me and all.”

Hmm, I guess she did. It made James wonder if he should be happy with the comparison or not, then again. He wasn’t her aunt Mary, so it didn’t matter in the end. The next line didn’t sit well with him, yet it was something he had said too often when he found himself in trouble. When he got hit a bit too much or when he woke up after beaten unconscious. I’m still alive after all. “Such a good thing you are alive Tina-” He almost felt tempted to add the line: ‘Who else would make up our beds’ but refrained, he wanted to play her game and he couldn’t play the game well if she were to get angry with him. Her feelings shifted like a sudden storm at sea, so he had to be careful with what he would say. Especially because she could use her anger as yet another excuse to run away from the situation. He didn’t want that.

It seemed like Tina had found her confidence again, so this would end up to be a game of cat and mouse. His flirtation had to be as vague as possible, enough to keep this tiny act going, but not over the top to make her realize what it was that he had been feeling for her. Unlike Tina, James didn’t crave attention, and it wasn’t like he didn’t attract people before. The only difference was that James wouldn’t settle for them, they were too kind, too naive too sweet too…normal? boring even. Tina was fresh, she was playful and a tease. She was insecure, yet exciting, dangerous yet alluring. She wasn’t like everyone else, James just happened to realize this before Peter did.

Sadly, truly, considering Peter had known her far longer than James did. If he was Peter he would have settled for Tina a long time ago.

I wouldn’t blame you. “That’s because you cannot blame me, Tina, you like the flattery. I know you do. It’s why you tease Smee so often.” He smirked. “But it isn’t that usual you try this with me. Why the sudden change?”

“Is it boring? Or does my answer not satisfy your needs.” He laughed. “Well if I recall you did call me stupid. My stupidity seems to be rather boundless.” He placed a hand next to her, keeping a distance between her and the wall.

And then he laughed, a wholehearted laugh. He removed her hand and placed it against his lips as if it could prevent him from the laugh escaping his lips. “I like every one of my staff, one more than the other.” He smiled before placing a piece of hair back behind her ear.

“But if I like you- that I’ll leave up to your imagination.” He grinned

Peter had crashed extremely hard thanks to the sugar rush he received after eating more than his fair share of candy at the Halloween party. He woke up in someone’s backyard, completely disoriented, but had laughed it off, emptied his pockets full of candy wrappers on the grass, and made his way back toward the Neverland Hotel.

It was suspiciously quiet, and when Peter saw Tina wasn’t at the front desk as usual, he went looking for her. He peered into one room after the next, finally locating her. Unfortunately, Hook was there too, looming over her in what could only be a menacing way. Without thinking, Peter gave out a sharp yelp of, “HEY!” and dashed forward, planting himself between them. He placed his hands on Hook’s chest, pushing him back, before holding his arms out to the side, shielding Tina with his body.

“What do you think you’re doing, you bastard?! Don’t touch her!”

He was probably thinking of doing something nefarious to Tina … what, exactly, Peter had no idea, but it was sure to be something bad! Being so convinced that Hook was the enemy, Peter couldn’t think of any other thing the man might’ve been doing. Besides, it was nice to think he was acting as Tina’s knight in shining armor, saving her from the evil dragon or something.

Tina wasn’t really sure what she was about to do next. She hadn’t expected James to place his hand on the wall beside her head, nor had she expected him to move her hair behind her ear. Nothing like that ever happened when she flirted with Smee.

Peter’s voice shattered the tension like a brick through a window. The timing was lucky to say the least, because Tina was about one second away from putting her foot in her mouth and regretting all of her life choices. Actually, for a short moment she was regretting her choices, because she didn’t think Peter catch her flirting with the enemy. She looked not unlike a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and took a deliberate step backwards out of James’ reach. One hundred excuses flew through her head in that instance.

But then it seemed Peter was none the wiser to Tina’s part in the situation. He had come to the rescue, and pushed Hook out of her way. Thank the Lord! He stood squarely in front of her, arms outstretched, to protect her. It took everything in her power not to burst in to a fit of giggles. (If she laughed, surely Peter would guess that she had been up to mischief.) She stared at Peter in awe but kept her mouth tightly shut.

It could only be called a blessing to Tina for Peter to show up in that very moment because you see if he hadn’t and it had been a few moments later he might have done something he would have regretted. The loud hey echoed through the hall, and if he wasn’t too focussed on this little play, he would have given a sigh of relief.

What are you doing bastard?

He could play the villain if he had to. “Of course I am discussing something with Tina. But I’m sure she will be happy that her knight showed up.” He couldn’t contain the tiny wink he gave Tina. Because James wasn’t an idiot he knew Tina liked Peter. But since they both wanted him to be a villain he’d make that matter clear to Peter, and give the hero a little villainous warning.

“You know your royal knight, the damsel in distress can get awfully mistaken with that courageous act of yours.” He looked at Tina with a glare. “Then again she likes to play with fire at times, maybe it’s only a matter of time before she burns herself with it.” He gave both of them a bow.

“And that includes our little Halloween play, though I have to admit Peter would make a nice addition to it, right Tina?” He knew that if she would deny it he wouldn’t be as nice as he was being now.

Peter had no idea what was going on, but Hook’s voice grated his nerves no matter what the guy had to say. It was his natural inclination to simply tune the man out whenever he spoke, but he tried to concentrate now, if only so he could be indignant and insulting about whatever Hook said.

“Fire? Play? What are you talking about?” Peter frowned in confusion, lowering his arms now that Hook didn’t seem to be threatening Tina anymore. Then again, those words did still seem like a threat.

“Tina’s not going to burn herself! I won’t let her! So you can put out whatever fire you’re talking about and go away!” Peter set his hands on his hips, tilting his chin up defiantly, like a little kid would. He did like being called a knight; it reminded him of the times he played the courageous hero in the woods, though back in those days he spent most of his effort pretending to rescue Wendy from danger. Not that she seemed to appreciate it. Always talking about how a woman doesn’t need to be saved by a man to be valuable or whatever. Peter didn’t get it; he’d just wanted to play a game.

It was frustrating, because it felt like Hook was playing a game he didn’t know the rules to, or know what it was at all. Peter didn’t like not knowing.

Tina caught Hook’s wink and very quickly averted her gaze and tried to avoid his glare as long as she could. She couldn’t have been happier that Peter had showed up when he did, because she hadn’t been sure how much further she could have taken the game before she caved to the pressure and threw a punch, or if James would have done something before her. Of course Tina planned to keep all incriminating evidence to herself - as far as Peter was concerned, this was all Hook’s fault and Tina intended to make him think exactly that.

She bit the nail of her thumb to hide the smile when Peter insisted that she wasn’t going to burn herself, and that he wouldn’t allow it. She totally was, but God she was so happy that Peter thought better of her and seemed to actually care for her safety.

“I don’t even know what he’s talking about Peter,” Tina whispered, stepping closer as if she might be frightened. There was no chance she was pulling a Wendy in this situation. “He’s been talking like that all morning and he won’t leave me alone.”

Tina made sure to shoot Hook a very pointed glare, just out of Peter’s line of sight, at his final suggestion. Tina didn’t want to seem like she had been playing along. It wasn’t her fault things had got out of hand! “Just… shut up already!”

Since she wanted to push the blame on him James decided he would give both of them a warning. “Tina, lying doesn’t suit you but I will say this - if you flirt with Smee once more he will file a complaint against you, you have been warned.” He then moved his head to Peter. “Peter you can make as many assumptions as you want, do know whose place you live in and who can kick you out, you have been slacking work for some time I expect improvements or you will be gone.”

He looked past Tina as if she had poofed away in a cloud of smoke and shook his head. “Play time is over, time for the adults to be adults and the kids to behave.” Oh he was fed up, and if he hadn’t managed to calm himself he had fired Tina on the spot. “Tina, kitchen- unless you feel like you have something better to do than you know where to gather your things and leave this hotel, you will get your last paycheck-” He was no longer playing all right.

“Since I’m your boss I don’t take your words too lightly Miss Bell, I expect you to have at least some sort of respect, or you look for a job elsewhere. I believed next up were tasting our new batter for the cupcakes. I’m sure you can manage that alone?” It came out as a question though it was more a demand.

“I am your boss, so yes, from now on either of you is going to work, or is fired and kicked out. Period.” With that he spun his heal and walked towards his office, slamming the door shut with a loud bang and locked it so no one could see the smile on his face.

So his revenge would come after all.

[raeofgayshine]

A Sanders Sides FamILY Christmas, Or Whatever- Part 1

Christmas Is My Favorite 

Roman and Patton are excited for Christmas, but Virgil and Logan aren’t so sold on the idea of getting started already. After all, it was only November 1st. 

Set in The World We’re Gonna Make Verse. This is the first of several Christmas Themed Fics I have planned to write for the verse. Can be read as a stand-alone, or along with the other fics you can find here. Read it on ao3.

Warnings: Christmas, Sympathetic Deceit 

The first thing Virgil was aware of when he woke up the first day of November was just how cold, and by extension empty, the bed was. Unsurprisingly he was the last one awake, as per usual, although usually, Roman slept in long enough he was still hanging around by the time Virgil woke up. They all knew how cold Virgil got when he was left alone, it was one of the reasons he still refused to sleep in his own bed even now when the nightmares came far and few in between. Worse, Virgil realized when he sat up and looked at the clock beside Patton’s bed, it was hardly 9 in the morning. Far too early to be awake on a Saturday, especially the night after Halloween.

‘It was outrageous’, Virgil thought to himself, pulling his hoodie closer around him as he finally got out of bed, shivering slightly in the change of temperature. God he hated waking up cold. It was going to take forever to warm up, and until he did someone was going to have to deal with him clinging to their side and taking their heat. Preferable Logan, or Roman, both of them were like heaters. As good of a cuddler as Patton was, he was also just as cold as Virgil typically was, so it wasn’t a good way for either of them to warm up.

“Ah, good morning Virgil.�� Logan greeted, looking up from his book as Virgil trudged into the room, eyes only half open. Virgil didn’t respond verbally, but he did walk over a take a seat next to Logan, burrowing into his side in an attempt to gain some warmth. Logan chuckled, shifting to wrap one of his arms around the younger boy and moving his book to rest on the arm of the couch. “You’re up early.”

“Cold,” Virgil said as a way of explanation, a small smile crossing his face as he snuggled closer to Logan’s warmth. “Even Ro was up already.”

“Yes, well that is because he and Patton have been busy since early this morning,” Logan replied, rolling his eyes as glanced towards the kitchen, where the duo had disappeared half an hour ago. “I do not know exactly what they are up to, but I imagine it cannot be anything good.”

“Hmm, where’s Dee at?” Virgil asked, turning his head so that his voice wasn’t so muffled and Logan could understand him better. “Did he go home already?”

“If you mean has his nanny called asking where he was yet, the answer is no,” Logan said, bitterness creeping into his tone, and Virgil couldn’t stop himself from laughing softly as Logan’s protective mother instincts kicked in. It wasn’t a secret that Logan hated Dee’s family situation, and given the chance they were all fairly sure the 12-year-old would gladly fight Dee’s parents. If they were ever actually around, that was. “I doubt she’s even noticed he hasn’t come home yet.”

Logan wasn’t exactly a fan of Dee’s nanny either. Dee wasn’t either, which was why he had resisted going home last night after they returned from trick-or-treating, going as far as to hide himself in the bathtub (where he wound up, in turn, falling asleep) when Thomas went to take Remy and Emile home so that he wouldn’t have to go as well.

“Dee prefers it that way.” Virgil pointed out, thinking of all the times they had found the younger boy alone around town, and how much happier he was that way.

“Regardless of what he prefers, it is irresponsible,” Logan muttered, and Virgil hummed in agreement, not wanting to push the topic any further. Silence fell over them for a minute, until Logan remembered the question Virgil had asked. “Dee got up with Patton and Roman this morning to help in their escapades, but he too apparently got cold before long so found a patch of sun to fall asleep in.”

Virgil snorted softly. “Are we sure he isn’t part snake?”

“That is biologically impossible Virgil. How on earth would Dee be part snake?” Logan asked, genuine confusion slipping into his voice, and Virgil bit back a sigh as rolled over so he was facing Logan.

“It... it was a joke, Lo,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes at the older boy. “You really take everything I say too seriously.”

“Ah, forgive me, Virgil,” Logan replied, smiling apologetically at Virgil, who waved it off his eyes already closed again. Silence fell over them for a few minutes and Virgil began to drift off back to sleep, but just before he was able to, Patton and Roman came into the room dragging several boxes overflowing with decorations, which they dragged to the middle of living leaving a trail of noise and mess behind them.

“What on earth are you two doing?” Logan asked, raising his voice slightly to get their attention, scaring Patton who dropped his box and in turn startled Virgil, who sat up so quickly for a moment Logan was afraid he was about to sprint from the room.

“What does it look like we’re doing, Sherlock?” The sound of Roman’s voice was enough to bring Virgil back from the edge of his panic, although an annoyed scowl fell on his face as he leaned against Logan still tired but no longer able to sleep.

“We’re decorating for Christmas!” Patton exclaimed, pulling out a handful of garland from one of the boxes, smiling brightly as he held it up for Logan and Virgil to see. “We decided to start with the living room cause that’s the first thing you see, but we’re going to do the whole house if we have enough stuff.”

“It’s November 1st,” Logan said slowly, looking between the two boys with a small frown. “Yesterday was Halloween. Christmas is still another two months almost.”

“Which is exactly why we have to start decorating now!” Roman grinned, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he looked around the room, eyes wide with the vision he and Pat had come up with. “We’re already behind! My mom would start decorating as soon as the clock struck midnight, and we’re well past that by now.”

“Roman’s got a bunch of plans on how to make this the best Christmas ever,” Patton said to Logan, smiling at the younger boy who was now slowly unpacking the box he had drug in. “Isn’t it exciting Lo? It’s our first real Christmas. Our first one as a complete family!”

“I still do not understand why the two of you feel the need to start now,” Logan said, his eyebrows creasing slightly as he tried to understand the logic behind the pair's actions. “I mean, do you really need this long to celebrate Christmas?”

“I agree with Lo,” Virgil muttered from where he sat pressed against the older boy’s side, completely curled in on himself and chewing on his lip as he watched the decorations slowly begin to spread out on the floor. “What’s so fucking great about Christmas you need to celebrate it for this long anyway?”

“What’s so great?” Roman gasped loudly, dropping the wad of lights he had pulled out back into the box in shock as he turned towards Virgil, eyes wide in disbelief. “What’s so great?”

“That’s what I asked, yeah,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes at Roman’s dramatics. “It’s just a stupid cash holiday.”

“How dare-“ Roman scoffed, clearly offended by Virgil’s thoughts against Christmas, but before he could finish his sentence Patton was starting to sing.

“I can't believe the time is here. To deck the halls and spread some cheer!”

Roman grinned brightly, joining him as they continued

“It is our favorite season. Though we can't place the reason. Christmas is our favorite time of year!”

“Okay, you just kinda stated stuff we already knew.” Virgil deadpanned, sharing a look with Logan who had equally not entirely bought into the idea the pair were selling

“Yeah, we get that you like Christmas, but what is it about Christmas that you like?” Logan asked, prodding for a deeper answer which Roman seemed more than happy to answer

“Hoho! I'll tell you! We'll wrap our presents good and tight. And shower Christmas trees with lights.” Roman sang, wrapping a strand of lighted garland around Virgil and Logan as he sang, scrambling to plug it in. Patton laughed as the pair sudden burst into light before singing

“Oh, yuletide carols we shall sing. Though I'm not sure what "yuletide" means. But Christmas is my favorite silent night!”

Unamused, Logan removed the lights from around him and Virgil before standing up, brushing off a few loose needles that had fallen on his shoulders before asking the pair “So, you're about the decorations hanging everywhere?”

“Don't sing.” Virgil scowled, curling in on himself more now that he was alone and still very cold.

“The couples under mistletoe, And snowflakes in the air?” Logan continued, ignoring Virgil’s interruption, although he did send the younger boy an apologetic smile.

“Lo, please,” Virgil pleaded, needing at least one person on his side against the onslaught of Christmas the two were trying to drown them in.

“The Christmas morning presents That you open with excitement and delight! So am I right?” Logan finished, looking sure that he had gotten the right answer.

“Not quite,” Roman said a slight frown on his face that made Logan respond in shock

“What?!”

“I love the bells on Santa's sleigh” Roman explained, sitting next to Virgil and throwing an arm around his brother as he sang “And all the reindeer games to pla-a-ay”

“Get to the point before I vomit.” Virgil pushed Roman away from him, his scowl deepening as the youngest cheer never seemed to fade despite Virgil’s attempts to dim the mood.

“I can't just put my finger on it. But Christmas is my favorite holiday!” Roman finished, laying his head on Virgil’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his stomach, knowing that Virgil could never resist a hug while cold, even if he was upset with the others. “I know my reasonings unclear”

“But I’m still smiling ear to ear!” Patton took over, wrapping Logan in a hug of his own, catching the oldest off guard who could only frown as Patton continued to sing. “Call me "Saint Nick" 'Cause I'll keep giving So long as I can keep reliving!”

“Christmas is our favorite time–” Roman joined in for the last few lines, harmonizing perfectly with Patton as they finished “Don't ask about reason or rhyme. Just know that it’s our favorite time of year!”

“That… was not exactly an answer to the question either one of us asked,” Logan frowned, looking around the room at just how much stuff Patton and Roman had managed to drag out in the short time since they have arrived. “Does Thomas even know that the two of you have all of this planned?”

“You could say that.” Patton grinned mischievously, sharing a look with Roman that had Virgil narrowing his eyes at the pair. Before he had a chance to ask what they were up to though, Thomas burst into the room carrying a box of his own, singing

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go.” Thomas set the box down on the floor, smiling at the four boys when he noticed them gathered there. “Good morning kiddos. Logan, Virgil, are you two going to help us decorate for Christmas?”

“Not you too,” Virgil groaned, burying his face in Roman’s hair despite the younger boy’s protest that he would mess it up. “Why is everyone in this house so in love with this stupid holiday?”

“Sorry kiddo, it’s Sanders family tradition,” Thomas chuckled, ruffling Virgil’s hair affectionately and eliciting a hiss from Virgil in response that had him quickly pulling his hand away. “We always go all out for Christmas. And that includes starting the day after Halloween ends.”

“I still think it is far too early to be practical,” Logan said, a slight frown on his face and for a moment Virgil felt hope flutter in his chest that Logan was still on his side about this being a stupid idea.

“However, if it makes Roman and Patton happy, I am more than willing to participate in this decorating. It will go much faster if we all work together, and once it is done we will be able to move on.”

Virgil’s scowl returned to his face as he pushed Roman away from him again, climbing off the couch with the full intent of returning to bed when Patton grabbed his arm, looking confused and a little concerned “Virge? Don’t you want to help us decorate kiddo?”

“It’s too cold to decorate, I’m going back to bed,” Virgil mumbled, pulling his arm free and heading out of the living room before the others could stop him. There was no way in hell he was going to help decorate for some stupid dumb holiday like Christmas, that was for sure.

“Have I missed something?” Thomas asked, staring after where Virgil disappeared for a moment before turning to the trio of kids left. “Is there something going on with Virgil?”

“He complained when he first woke about being left alone in bed cold,” Logan said, knitting his eyebrows together as he tried to figure out if there were any other signs of something being wrong.

“Maybe it’s just a bad day?” Patton suggested, looking just as lost as Thomas and Logan. “That happens sometimes.”

“Maybe…” Thomas agreed, not looking entirely convinced, but also not having another answer. “He might also just need some more sleep, he isn’t usually up this early.”

Roman who had remained silent up until now stood up, drawing attention to himself as he went to follow Virgil’s footsteps.

“Ro, where are you going?” Patton asked the youngest of the group, causing Roman to stop and turn to face them with a sad look on his face.

“I think I know why Virge is upset,” Roman explained, his voice a little softer than normal, but he was determined as he added, “So I’m gonna fix it.”

“Roman I’m not sure-” Logan started in an attempt to stop Roman before he could make things worse, but Roman simply ignored him and marched out of the room to find Virgil.

Silence fell over the remaining three in the living room, until after a few minutes Patton finally asked: “So should we start decorating without them?”

“Maybe you and Lo can go bake some cookies instead while we wait,” Thomas suggested, smiling gently down at the pair to hide the worry still clear in his eyes. “Ro was so excited to decorate, I don’t think it’s fair to start without him.”

“Perhaps we could make Virgil’s favorite cookies in order to cheer him up,” Logan added, and instantly Patton’s face lit up at the idea, and he grabbed Logan’s hand excitedly, dragging him towards the kitchen.

Thomas watched them go still smiling, but the second they disappeared from the room it fell into a frown. Something was going on with Virgil, something only Roman seemed to have the slightest clue about, and Thomas had no idea how to help except to sit around and wait for the two to return and see if things were okay. He wished that there was more he could do, but after months of taking care of the boys Thomas knew that pushing for an answer only ever made things worse.

So he just had to wait, and hope, and pray that everything would be okay and that Roman would be able to help Virgil with whatever problem he was dealing with. And until then, he should probably make sure that Logan and Patton didn’t get into too much trouble in the kitchen.

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Facing Your Dragons Chapter 2

This story is written for @lizzard713, as part of the 2018 Klaine fic exchange.

I combined two prompts for this fic. The giftee wished for a Badboy Blaine / Skank Kurt fic, and also wanted a dragon as a key part of the story, so I’ve tried to include all those elements.

Thank you so much for your feedback on Chapter 1! I'm so glad this story spoke to you. Here's Chapter 2, guest-starring Rachel Berry :-) Enjoy!

A big thank you to my friend @hkvoyage for looking this over for me. I'm so lucky to have you as my beta ♥

The previous installment can be found here: Chapter 1.

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net.

Chapter 2: Tell Us A Story

Rachel proved to be a pretty brunette with a great singing voice and a very bossy attitude. Blaine did as she said, and enjoyed singing with her, but secretly, he much preferred Kurt.

Again, the boy with the monotone voice asked for dragons when Rachel called for requests, so they sang Puff the Magic Dragon, and then it was time to wrap up the lesson. You couldn’t really call it an hour of entertainment, for Rachel had been drilling all the children until they were word perfect and sang in key.

When they left the snoozle room, Rachel told Blaine that his guitar playing was satisfactory but his singing voice could use some work. “Especially your falsetto. It sounds pitchy. I could e-mail you some voice exercises and breathing tips if you like?”

Blaine bit back a smile and gave Rachel his e-mail address. She was quite a character.

When they passed the reception desk, Dolores once again asked how it had gone.

Rachel flashed her a brilliant smile, said that the children were definitely improving, and swanned out of the building with a, “See you next Thursday!”

Dolores shook her head. “Someone should probably tell that one her charges are supposed to have fun. She treats them like new recruits at a military academy.”

Blaine nodded.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Dolores asked him.

“Sure. Who am I working with?”

“Nobody. You’ve seen how it’s done now. Tomorrow, you’re on your own.”

Blaine swallowed with difficulty. He’d be alone? He’d have to keep all those children happy and entertained by himself?

Nerves slammed through him, and he wanted to run like a bat from hell and never return.

“Aww, sweetie, don’t be nervous,” Dolores said. “Those children are sweethearts, every last one of them. You’ll do fine.”

Blaine hardly slept that night, but somehow worked up the courage to go back to the children’s home the next afternoon. Dolores sent him an encouraging smile and told him to have fun. His answering smile was probably more like a grimace.

When he stepped into the snoozle room, all eyes were on him, and him alone, and he felt his skin prickle and his hands start to sweat.

Music instruments. Yes.

Blaine went to the cupboard and started distributing the instruments, exactly as they had done the previous days.

The moment everyone was holding an instrument, he sat down with his guitar and cleared his throat. “So… Ahem. I’m Blaine. I was here yesterday and the day before that too. Let’s start by singing some songs, okay? I’m in the mood for Disney songs, I hope that’s okay with you guys.”

Blaine fiddled with the guitar for a bit before he started singing. Though it didn’t really need tuning, the familiar moves steadied his nerves.

Soon, he was singing his heart out, choosing all his favourite tunes from The Little Mermaid, Mulan, Beauty and the Beast and Tarzan. He didn’t notice the time fly by, and only stopped when there was a knock on the door, and Dolores stuck her head in. “The hour’s up, Blaine!”

“But we haven’t had a story yet!” a girl complained. “That’s two days without a story!”

“And Keith hasn’t had his dragon fix yet,” Ruth pointed out.

Dolores hesitated. “Well, Blaine, if you don’t have to hurry home yet, maybe you could sing a dragon song for Keith? I’ll count it as an extra hour, though you don’t have to stay that long.”

Blaine blinked at her, and then nodded. “Okay.”

Dolores flashed him a bright smile and disappeared.

Blaine turned back to the children, who were looking up at him expectantly. “We can sing Puff the Magic Dragon…”

The girl who wanted a story huffed and stuck her bottom lip out.

“…or I could tell you a dragon story instead,” Blaine continued.

The girl lit up. “Yes. Yes! The story, please!”

“What’s your name?” Blaine asked.

“It’s Louise May Brown, but everyone calls me Lou.”

“Can I use your name in the story?”

Lou nodded, grinning widely.

“Once upon a time, there was a town plagued by a haunted castle on its northern border. In the castle lived a banshee who slithered around town shrieking and touching people’s necks with ice-cold fingers and sending them depressing thoughts. There was also a dragon flying around singing their hair and setting their straw roofs on fire, and there were tons of ghosts and pixies and poltergeists that delighted in scaring and annoying the townspeople.

After a few hundred years of horrible happenings, the mayor struck a deal with the inhabitants of the castle. Every year, on All Hallow’s Eve, the town would choose one person among their own to go to the castle and spend the night there. In return, the castle’s inhabitants would leave the townspeople alone.

The first year, a few young men volunteered to go, and the tallest and strongest of them was chosen to represent the town. He left with a cheery wave, but returned the next day looking fifty years older. His hair had turned white, and he was shaking like a leaf and muttering nonsense under his breath.

Everyone dreaded Halloween from that moment on, because no-one wanted to be chosen to be sent to the castle and return like Crazy Steve, as he was now called.

Yet when the day came, the townspeople assembled on the market place, dead silent, waiting with their hearts in their throats for the decision to fall.

The mayor came and gave a speech about how much better life was now that they weren’t disturbed by supernatural creatures anymore. Then, he let his eyes rove over the crowd, and they all held their breath.

In the darkest corner of the market place, under an awning and huddled close together to keep warm, were the children from the town’s orphanage and the matron looking after them. Not all of the children were orphans. Some of them lived at the orphanage because their parents didn’t want them. Some were missing an arm or a leg, others were often ill, a few behaved oddly or couldn’t see or hear.

The mayor’s eyes lingered on them. They were a sorry bunch, he thought, and unlike the promising young man he’d sent last year, he was sure none of them would come back much the worse for wear after spending a night at the castle. Or if they did, at least no-one would care. After all the backlash he’d had for sending Steve, the town’s indifference about the orphans would be a godsend.

He pointed to one of the older girls. “What’s your name?”

“Lou!” Lou shouted, and clapped her hands in glee. Blaine smiled at her.

“Lou, you will go to the castle tonight, to fulfil the promise we made. Good luck!”

The townspeople applauded, and then went home smiling and sighing in relief.

When only the children and the matron from the orphanage were left, Lou looked at her friends and smiled bravely. “Well, off I go, then. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

The matron shook her head. “Lou, you can’t go all by yourself. What if you have a seizure?”

Lou shrugged, putting on a bit more bravado than she felt. “I’ll survive.”

“You’re not going alone, and that’s final,” the matron declared.

“I’ll go with her,” said Ruth.

The matron rolled her eyes. “Ruth, you’re blind. How will you be able to tell Lou needs your help? And how will you help her?”

Ruth stuck her chin out and glared at the matron. “I’ve helped Lou before.”

Lou nodded.

“I’ll come as well,” said Keith. “I want to see the dragon.”

The matron wavered, and then gave in. “All right, then. Will you be careful? Please come back in one piece, the lot of you.”

Lou took Ruth’s hand and nodded at Keith, and the three of them set off on their journey.

The path to the castle was narrow and winding and in some places overgrown. Keith walked in front and used his pocket knife to hack through the bramble bushes so they could squeeze through.

As soon as the castle came in sight, they stopped and stared. However scary it was to be going there, there was no denying the castle was a sight to see. A white stone building that shone in the moonlight, with graceful turrets and a well-tended garden.

It was decorated for Halloween with dozens of carved pumpkins, the candles in them exuding a warm and welcoming light.

Lou described it all to Ruth.

“It sounds lovely,” Ruth said.

They smiled at each other and stepped onto the cobblestone driveway. The moment they set foot on it, something swooped down from the sky.

“Welcome, welcome!” the creature said, in a hoarse whisper.

Lou saw Keith stiffen, and stepped in front of him for protection, throwing her arms wide open. “Please don’t touch my friend. He doesn’t like people touching him without permission. It makes him very uncomfortable.”

“No touching, eh?” asked the creature. “Well, well… Sybil won’t like that. Don’t tell her your names, then, if you don’t want to be touched. You give her power over you when you tell her your name.”

“Who’s Sybil?” Ruth wanted to know.

“She’s a banshee,” the creature answered. “Oh, where are my manners? My name’s Banner. Joe Banner. I used to be the gatekeeper. Lived in that cottage over there. I was killed when the revolutionaries came and killed my master and mistress. I became a ghost, they didn’t.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr Banner,” the three children chorused.

A smile lit up the ghost’s blue-grey features, and now Lou and Keith could see him a lot more clearly. He looked like a friendly middle-aged man with a pot belly and a very round nose.

“Would you like a tour of the castle?” Mr Banner offered, and everyone nodded and followed him.

A throat-clearing made Blaine look towards the door. It was Dolores again. “Uhm, Blaine, sorry, but could you wrap it up? It’s nearly the children’s supper time.”

“Okay,” said Blaine, and then he turned to the children again. “The next part of the story will be for tomorrow, okay?”

There were a few groans, but most of the children grinned and nodded.

“Please put your instruments back in the cupboard,” Blaine instructed them.

They did so, and then filed out of the room, Ruth and Lou bestowing a big hug on Blaine before they left.

Well. Huh. I guess they had fun.

When he passed the reception desk, Dolores said, “Next time, put on a watch, Blaine. And check it every now and then.”

Blaine frowned at her. “I don’t have a watch.”

“Huh. You can afford earrings, a leather jacket, eyeliner and mascara, but not a watch?”

Blaine bit his lip, and then confessed, “Those are all my mother’s.”

“The motorbike too?”

“My brother’s.”

Dolores raised her eyebrows. “Ooh. Is he a rebel too?”

Blaine scowled. “He’s an actor. In LA. Bailed on me when he turned eighteen. Just packed his bags and left. He didn’t take his bike, though, so it’s mine now.”

Dolores hummed. “Well, if your mother doesn’t have a watch you can borrow, I have a kitchen timer here you can use. Just ask me.”

Blaine nodded.

“They like you,” Dolores said. “You might just dethrone Kurt as their favourite. Ghost stories, though? If they have nightmares, I’m blaming you.”

Uh-oh.

“Just kidding!” Dolores laughed. “Seriously, the way they were hanging on your every word, I bet they’ll all sleep like a top.”

“Oh, great,” Blaine breathed out.

“Tomorrow you’re teaming up with Kurt again. Best tell him beforehand that you have a story to finish. He doesn’t seem the control-freak type, but his sessions are as scheduled as Rachel’s.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Dolores shook her head. “I don’t get why you young’uns all want to look like hoodlums instead of the sweet polite boys you are. But hey, you do you, I guess. See you tomorrow, Blaine!”

Blaine came home that afternoon to a note from his mother telling him that she was on a business trip and that she’d be gone until next Wednesday. He sighed, crumpled it and threw it in the bin.

His mom was always gone these days. Being a single parent and sole provider meant working long hours and weekends too.

Well, on the bright side, at least she hadn’t seen his black eye or heard about his suspension yet. And neither had his father, thankfully. Yes, he’d abandoned them for a new wife and a new child, but he still liked to meddle in Blaine’s life and chew him out for every mistake he made.

So however unfair it was that Blaine got punished for a fight Karofsky had started, he was glad that at least the school hadn’t called his parents about it.

And now, after three days at the home, he had to agree with Kurt. Volunteering there was fun to do.

He grabbed an apple and a cup of yoghurt from the fridge, ran up the stairs to his room, took his shoes off and dived onto his bed.

He was actually looking forward to going back to the home tomorrow afternoon. And the best part was that he’d get to see Kurt again. The very thought made his stomach swoop, and he grinned at the ceiling.

I guess it’s time to break out my leather pants…

[sewingcirclesworld]

Mistress Hubble and Miss “I’m so magical”

@softestofbrooms HB and Julie pre-relationship get to know you betters? Like just a step or steps from that first meeting to possibly being a ship? ________ First prompt done, I hope you like it! Enjoyed writing this and thinking about continuing the story in the future if I have the time :) ________

The first time they meet Julie can’t help but instantly notice how this woman all dressed in black looks at her. An infuriating smirk on her lips and eyes saying “You don’t belong here” which doesn’t make it easier that she still can’t get her head around the idea that Mildred, her little Mildred, joined a school for witches. “So you’re magic, and all the teachers are magic, and the girls learn…magic?” “I see where Mildred gets her quick wits, Mistress Hubble.” There is something in the way in which this woman pronounces her name, slow, a deliberate tease. “Alright, Misses I’m-so-magical, if you think you’re so much better than me, how about conjuring up some manners?” Although Hecate would never tell anyone, she is secretly impressed that this non-magical woman dares to speak to her like that. It is certainly a refreshing change. Normally people are too scared around her to say anything more than a quick “Yes, Miss Hardbroom!” before disappearing as fast as possible. But not this woman. This woman looks her straight in the eyes and makes it clear that she is a force to be reckoned with, despite being non-magical. Some weeks have passed since the beginning of the school year and the students have a free afternoon with permission to visit their families. “And how is that teacher of yours doing, this Miss…Harshdoom?” “Mum!” Mildred starts laughing and then corrects her mother. “Miss Hardbroom is strict as always, she seems to hate me in particular cause I’m not from a witching family but Enid and Maud help me a lot so it’s okay.” “Well I know how clumsy my little girl can be sometimes.” Julie winks at Mildred who just managed to get flour all over the kitchen table. “Not fair you taking HB’s side! And you asked me to help with the cake!” “I just wanted to spend some time with you on your day off, and you can take the cake with you when you go. Share with your friends, eh? Maybe Miss Hardbroom would also like a piece”, she teases her daughter who seems to freeze even at the thought of offering her teacher some homemade cake. Maybe she should have tried since HB is in a bad mood, worse than usual, and shouts at everybody except at Ethel of course. At first it seems like she just wants to ignore Mildred’s bubbling cauldron but the fear that the girl might blow up the potions lab, again, makes her stop. “And what do you think is this?” “An invisibility potion…Miss?” “Are you asking me or are you stating a fact, Mildred Hubble?” “Definitely an invisibility potion! I think…” Hecate is visibly turning red at the sound of her words. “You think? Didn’t your mother teach you anything about self-confidence?  Even if a potion doesn’t turn out like it’s supposed to be, you have to show that you put everything you have into making it and that you are convinced of its success! And now take this mess out of my sight!” When the lesson is over, Mildred is still scrubbing her kettle, trying very hard to erase every speck of pondweed or mashed maggots. She almost climbs into the kettle which is turned sideways and therefore doesn’t notice her teacher’s presence. Hecate has calmed down a bit, now that all the noise is gone, and looks at the girl with something resembling a smile on her lips. “One would imagine you were a bit more confident in yourself with a mother like you have.” “What?” Mildred crawls out of the cauldron and bumps her head in the process. “Did you say something about my mum?” “Oh, only that she seems very self-assured. And I heard her say not to be afraid of that potions woman no matter how scary she might be.” Mildred desperately wishes her mum wouldn’t have walked her back to school yesterday evening, but even more than that she wishes to disappear into the ground. Or turn into a frog. Anything to avoid looking at Miss Hardbroom. “I, uhm, sorry Miss Hardbroom, she didn’t mean to, well, I sometimes talk too much and she must have heard…something wrong?” Now she dares to look up but to her surprise the teacher does not look angry. Is that a smile? But it is a sad smile somehow and Mildred is suddenly not afraid of this woman. Hecate looks at her, just looks, without the usual judgement, and then waves her hand to dismiss the girl. Her friends are still waiting for her outside and instantly fire questions at her. Did she get extra detention? Does she have to clean up after everybody for two weeks? 500 lines, surely! But Mildred just shakes her head and is unusually quiet for the rest of the evening. The second time they meet is on Hallow’s Eve. Miss Cackle has decided to hold a parent-inclusive Halloween party to strengthen the bond between the families and the school. From the moment the invitation arrives, Julie is kind off freaking out about the festivities. “What if I have nothing to talk to the other parents about? What if nobody even wants to talk to a non-magic person? And what should I wear? Do you have a spare cloak or something?” “Mum, it’s gonna be fine”, laughs Mildred. “If HB could see you right now, making such a fuss, you ‘self-assured woman’ you, she’d probably change her mind.” “Change her mind about what? Millie, what do you mean?” Julie’s voice rises a few notes and Mildred realizes she has made a mistake. “Nothing mum, just something HB said. By the way, Maud’s and Enid’s parents can’t wait to meet you so you definitely have to come!” Her mother seems to be a bit calmer, as far as Mildred can see through the mirror. They chat about school stuff and how the neighbour’s dog has escaped again and are about to say goodbye, when Julie suddenly starts to hem and haw. “So, about Miss Hardbroom, did she really say that?” “Well, yeah, she wanted to lecture me that I should behave more like you I guess, more confident. She was kinda nice in that moment, still don’t know why.” “Alright…well, see you Saturday then!” And Julie leaves the room before Mildred can find out why she asked. The girls have spent all day decorating the big hall and the entrance and Miss Cackle has allowed some of the older pupils to help in the kitchen. That is why the food resembles old fingers and bloody eyeballs, and the Witches Brew has been enhanced by a bit more alcohol than intended. Everywhere you go you see girls playing tricks on each other and parents standing in small groups, talking. Mildred takes another look across the room and Enid slaps her on the shoulder. “Hey, your mum’s fine! See, I bet my mum is showing her some embarrassing pictures of my first broomstick lesson now…” “If you say so…” But Mildred smiles. She hadn’t shown her mother how nervous she has been, one freaked out Hubble is enough, but now everything is going really well. Her friends’ parents had warmly welcomed her mother and now they seem to have a good time, chatting and laughing, so Mildred feels comfortable in leaving Julie alone. There is one trick the girls really want to play on Sybil and her friends before the night is over and they haven’t found them yet.It is true, Julie enjoys talking to the Spellbodys and the Nightshades. They are nice people, very different from each other but open-minded and not at all disrespectful towards Julie like some other parents in the room. Nevertheless, she can’t help but sneak a few glances towards the woman in black who is standing almost in the shadows of a corner. She hasn’t moved since Julie started to watch her and nobody approaches her. Hecate looks almost like a statue, a beautiful one admittedly, except when she raises an eyebrow and has to visibly hold herself back when some girls near hear are fooling around with a jumping pumpkin. She seems so detached from the world around her it is no wonder nobody tries to talk to her. She looks lonely. “Excuse me for a bit, I’ll be back later, alright?” Julie gives the others a smile and disappears into the crowd. First she needs some encouragement. She would not admit it, but she also feels intimidated by Miss Hardbroom. Back when the teacher talked to her disrespectfully she answered back almost out of reflex and to defend Mildred, but this is a different situation. She almost downs one cup of Witches Brew and shudders due to the bitter aftertaste. With two new cups in her hands she makes her way across the increasingly filled hall. You got this, Julie. You are confident and never have a problem with making small-talk. Say something intelligent. “Want a cuppa?” Hecate is too surprised that somebody actually came up to her that it takes a few seconds for her to notice the hand holding a steaming cup under her nose. She takes it and looks at the blonde woman standing in front of her. Julie blushes under the intense stare and searches for something better to say when Hecate opens her mouth. “Thank you, mistress Hubble.” “It’s Julie. Well, I don’t know if you do this first-name thing and mistress sounds actually quite nice, but, uhm, anyway, how are you?” Hecate lets a tiny smile escape. This woman is adorable in a way, talking too much and blushing again, and now she is looking at her like she actually wants to have an answer. “I am…I don’t like so much noise, or crowds, so, could be better.” She doesn’t know why she is telling her that. Almost a stranger, also the mother of her problem child Mildred Hubble, and a non-magical person! But her eyes are kind and she is the only one that came to speak to her. “I’m not one for big crowds either”, Julie admits and nibbles on her drink. “Wanna go somewhere more quiet?” Hecate’s eyes widen just a tiny bit but Julie notices and quickly adds: “I didn’t mean it that way, I just, I…oh you know!” It really is cute and the witch is tempted to tease her more, but then she just turns around and opens the door leading to the hallway. “Well, are you coming?”

[harryimaginedstories]

Soft Lights tender Kisses

This was meant to go up yesterday... oh well.

Summary: H is busy, but Y/N needs his attention. Warnings: None.

Pic isn’t mine unfortunately. Look at his hair though!

The bones keeping my arms connected to my shoulders made an unhealthy sounding noise, similar to twigs breaking, and I quickly pulled my hands back from where I’d stretched them up and towards our ceiling. Doing this alone sucked, especially since I had to climb onto chairs and stand on the very tip of my toes in order to reach where I wanted to put our decorations. I smiled.  Our living room wasn’t perfect yet, but the few soft shining fairy lights I hung up and wrapped around the houseplants Harry insisted on keeping, gave our home the lovely Christmas-feeling it’d been lacking.  To be fair, it was very early still, but in my opinion Christmas started the moment Halloween ended, meaning I was in Christmas-mode from November the 1st on and it lasted well into January. Being with Harry was a blessing all the time, but especially when I was once more reminded how alike we were, I was grateful. He felt the same as I did about most things, and when it came to Christmas, he was just as delighted as me. It made our relationship so wonderfully easy, I thought, and with one final glance at our festively decorated living space, I decided to go and get him. Harry hadn’t had much time to enjoy December so far this year, as he’d been buried in work and hardly ever at home. How he managed to be creative under so much pressure and still create beautiful music was beyond me. I was proud of him though, so much did he sacrifice for his work. Even now, instead of helping me make our home prettier the way he’d done in the past years, the way I knew he loved to do, he’d locked himself into his office and asked me to give him space. Not in an angry way, though, in the probably sweetest manner possible.

“Want to have tomorrow off, baby,” he’d explained with a pout on his lips, “Got to finish all of this today so I can have one day I can be yours only. With no other responsibilities. Sucks now, I know, but s’good in the long run, isn’t it?”

“But we always decorate together,” I hadn’t been able to hide my disappointment from him, but of course I understood his reasoning and so after two short kisses on the lips I let him go and do his job.

That was two hours ago, now I missed him almost as much as if we’d been apart for two days, and not in the same house the entire time. My need to see him grew with every minute until there was no strength or willpower left to resist it. My socked feet carried me to the door separating us, before my mind could even decide whether or not to go disturb him. I knocked softly. He wouldn’t me angry if I interrupted him, I was sure of it.

“Huh?”

He sounded tired and only halfway there and absent minded. My poor Harry. A whimper fell from my lips and I was in the room with him and walking towards where his figure sat inner seconds.  He turned in his seat and frowned when he saw me approaching, though even before he could ask what the matter was or if I needed him for something, I had my arms slung around his shoulders and climbed up into his lap. A surprised sigh escaped his pink mouth and for a moment I was worried, though soon he smiled and hummed when I leaned in closer. Harry was so warm and soft, similar to the lights I’d spent all after noon hanging up. Harry helped to keep me steady and pulled me closer into his chest until I sat comfortably on his thighs. That brown hair of his tickled my forehead when he leaned closer to press a warm kiss to my skin.

“What’s up with you?” he murmured. My heart squeezed itself painfully at how close we were, close enough for his breath to fan over my skin and make it shudder.

I brushed his jaw with my nose and ran it across the warm skin of his cheek before nuzzling into his neck. He smelled amazing, too. Like home. And god was he warm.  I squeezed his hips with my knees cheekily and whined when he pressed a wet kiss right below my left ear. 

“S’nothing the matter. Just missed you,” I admitted, embracing him tighter. 

Harry groaned and let his head fall forward so his face pressed into my shoulder. “Missed you, too, sweetheart. Don’t like us being in the same house and apart still... S’there anything you want from me?”

“Yes,” I demanded, “Be with me.”

I knew I sounded desperate, clingy and probably very much like a whiny schoolgirl. But he was just so... desirable. Not only in a sexual way, but also simply because of how endearing everything he did was. Harry, big, tattooed and board Harry, was the most adorable boy I’d ever had the luck to meet and being without him physically hurt.

“Want to,” Harry swore and his hands pressed me against his chest to emphasize his words, “But I’ve got so much more to do and-”

“So what?”

I leaned back so my eyes could find his lovely green ones. He sighed. 

“Got a deadline to reach with these 5 songs, baby. I either finish them now and let you have me to yourself tomorrow, or I throw it all on the table and just-”

“Yes! Do that and throw them away, Harry. Screw it and write the passionate songs I know you can come up with when you’re actually in the mood and not forced to be.”

His teeth sank into the bottom of his lips where they pulled roughly until my hand gently freed the pink skin by brushing the tips of my fingers against his mouth.

“I have to, Y/N,” he spoke with a troubled expression. 

I so much wanted to let him get back to work and be respectful... but I couldn’t. An unwilling moan fell from my lips at the sight of his gorgeous face and before he had the chance to pull away I took hold of his chin and connected my mouth to his. The sudden pressure made him jump back, before he melted into my touch and let me pull his face closer to mine. It didn’t take more than a shy tap of my tongue against his lips for him to open his mouth and deepen the kiss. I breathed through my nose and swallowed my smile so he wouldn’t stop kissing me and when my hands scratched his neck and pulled at his hair, I succeeded in coaxing a moan from his throat. 

“Y/N,” Harry sighed into my mouth, “Please. I got to.”

“Okay.” Stop kissing me then, I though, but of course he didn’t because of course I’d long won him over.  Harry’s hands squeezed my hips and brushed over my thighs. His nose brushed mine and the small moans falling from his lips warmed my lower stomach with need. 

“Fuck,” Harry cursed and pressed another wet kiss to the corner of my mouth, “why do you have to be such a fucking good kisser, huh? Make everything so difficult for me.” 

“You taught me good,” I purred, very aware what my words would do to him and this time I didn’t hide my grin when his moan confirmed the effect I had on him.

“Taught me some other things, too,” I whispered, before burdening him with another heavy kiss, “Something I’d love to do with you right now. If only you’d let me, Harry. If only you weren’t so busy and such a good, good, client to Jeff.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” 

I shrieked when his hands pushed themselves under my thighs and clung to his hips and neck when he rose to his feet. My neck rolled to the side and I sighed upon feeling his nose brush my jaw, before whimpering when his teeth bit my shoulder. 

“Now you’ve done it,” Harry spoke lowly and hoisted me up higher so he could carry me out of his office comfortably, “If Jeff gives me grief it’s you who I will blame.”

“Fine with me,” I giggled and kissed his forehead, happy when I noticed that the direction he was taking me led to our bedroom.

Still not gonna write smut, my friends! Hope you like it regardless. Happy Blogmas. xx

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September 11, 2018: Random Thoughts Through the Day

Hello wide world of tumblr! To my three faithful, imaginary readers I give you my major mood swings. So I have not been keeping up with this as I said I would. Anyway just to update, I am falling behind in school, have no motivation, feel sick all day everyday, and am having some weird mood swings. Before anyone says anything I would like to state that am not on my period nor am I pregnant. I know both of these things for a fact. Now that that is out of the way I want to talk about some fun stuff and maybe throw in a depressing thought or two. I was just speaking to my mother about a autism facebook page she is on. Today the topic of discussion was worst insults from your child. My mom posted on of her favorites from my little brother. He was much younger and screamed “You are a terrible mother! You aren’t acting like a mom! You should be a Dad! You Dad!” whilst walking at the zoo. I kinda miss hearing those types of insults in his meltdowns. I miss when his thought of an insult was to call someone a Dad. Now he just calls us whores and bitches. Those particular insults aren’t quite cushioned by cuteness like his other ones were. This conversation got me thinking. Why is it that when people are angry they feel the need to insult others? I see this everywhere and I myself often do it as well. I just want to know what purpose it accomplishes. How do we better ourselves and those around us by insulting each other? 

Stepping off that train of thought, what do you think about Halloween? I personally LOVE Halloween. I look forward to it every year and plan in advance for it. Unfortunately my mother doesn’t really like it so we don’t go all out as I would like. This year my brother and I have managed to convince her to decorate. I am so hyped! I want to cover everything in spookyness. I even found a lame haunted house that I can withstand (I am terrified of everything). I found a pumpkin patch that has a corn maze that we can go to. I am prepped for pumpkin everything, cold weather, and warm drinks and clothes. I want Autumn to be here so bad but I live in Texas. Luckily, we have been having some kind of cold snap so the temps have been in the 70′s instead of the 90′s. Everything is gloomy and it is coinciding with my mood. I am so ready for Autumn!

Hopping onto another train of thought, let’s talk about mood swings. I know that I’m not pregnant and I am not on my period so what the flippin flubernugget is up with these mood swings. I have been getting up extremely tired, regardless of whether the time I go to bed, and as the day progresses I have ups and downs that range from, “Oh my goodness I want to do everything” to “Why did I get out of bed today”. In fact the only reason I am writing this post is because I am in a good mood at the moment. I have been focusing on stay positive today. It has been a major struggle to not crawl into bed and watch youtube. Yesterday I had tons of school due that I put off and I laid in bed all day moping until about 4 when I started to function and get shit done. Today I have made it my main goal to not be in my bed for any reason. I still have managed to procrastinate. I have a paper due for my English this week and I am writing this rather than doing that. I am a week behind on my high school classes and am failing to catch up. My mood swings are starting to really worry/ annoy me because of how much they are effecting my life. It is getting to the point where I am at the mercy of my moods. 

Moving on to yet another thought train, I am going to start going to a therapist on the 18th. I am a little apprehensive to go because I don’t really know how to just talk. I also don’t know anything about therapy. I don’t know how this will help me. I am unsure of what to tell her because there are many things that I have never told anyone. There are many things I don’t want to tell anyone. So what do I talk about? My mom thinks that I am damaged from growing up with my brothers. To me this life is normal. I am well aware that there are people out there who would look at my life in horror. I am also aware that I look at others lives in horror thanking God that I am not them. I wonder how people can live that way and then I look at the people who don’t have the problems my family does. I look at those families and wonder who they can be so callus to those around them. I have to keep reminding myself that every family has problems and that they are different than mine. 

Ending my weird thought train, I am glad that I wrote this post. I don’t care whether anyone reads it or not. I write for myself. I am writing to help relive some of the stress and to order my thoughts better. If anyone ever reads my posts my only hope is that if you are in the same type of situation that you might find a little bit of comfort knowing that there are others out there who feel the same. I am well aware of how cliche that sounds but it is true. Anyway, I need to get back to my school. Have a lovely day................................or a rotten day, whatever floats your boat. 

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Mommy’s Little Helper

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester.      

Pairing: Destiel x Reader

Warnings: Surprise pregnancy if that is a warning, Dean being an idiot. Crack fic pretty much.

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N: This is written for @docharleythegeekqueen who won my best feedback award for August 17. She requested this: Hi! I mean thank you so much for choosing me for your feedback awards. Honestly, it really means a lot and I just love your stories so much. So I was thinking about something to see if you’re interested. Possibly Destiel x Reader? Like they are in a poly relationship and she finds out she’s pregnant but wants to surprise them. Could be AU or canon ish? I’ll let you play.

It is also my entry for @winchesterprincessbride Princess Bride Quote Challenge and my prompt was “I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!”

Thanks to Beka for being a total sweetheart and not only betaing this for me but brainstorming it aswell. I owe you one @impala-dreamer

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Castiel was off on some errand in Heaven and Dean was on a hunt with his brother the day you realised. You had been feeling a little off your game lately, and, thinking you were coming down with something, you had sent the boys off on their own, telling them you would man the fort. Honestly, a few days on your own had seemed like the best thing ever. You loved your best friend and your husbands. Yes, you heard right: husbands. You, Cas, and Dean had married each other a few months ago in some Enochian binding ritual. Sam had performed it, while being corrected by Cas every few minutes, much to the younger Winchester’s annoyance, and your and Dean’s amusement. But it had been done. You were married and happier than ever. Still, living with two men and an angel (yes, I realise that sounds like a bad buddy comedy) was driving you crazy, and a few days on your own had been a welcome change. Throwing up at all hours of the day hadn’t.

You might have been a little slow on the uptake for a genius, but it actually did take you until your bra didn’t seem to fit right, for you to realize it might not be a flu upsetting your stomach. A trip to the pharmacy, peeing on a bunch of sticks, and a slight panic attack later you were ready to admit to yourself you were having a baby. As soon as that admission settled in your mind, your excitement started to grow. You had grown up in this life. You had never thought you could have a family of your own, but you did. There was no doubt in your mind that both Dean and Cas were going to be amazing dads, and who was the biological father didn’t matter to you one bit. All that mattered was the joy bubbling in your chest, and you instantly started thinking of ways to surprise you hunter and angel.

You being you, couldn’t pick just one way of surprising them. It took you a full day of shopping to get everything you needed and the entire night of carving pumpkins before you allowed yourself to go to bed. You placed the 4 pumpkins at the edge of the staircase in the Warroom. The two biggest had Dean and Cas’ names carved into each of them, while the medium sized one had a big hole in the front showing a smaller pumpkin inside it.

The next day you spent replacing all the labels of Dean’s beer and whiskey with labels saying drink this for me, before hanging small envelopes with words special delivery written on them from the ceiling with stork feathers attached to all of them. Should one of the guys open any, you had stuffed a tiny letter into each saying you + me + you = four.  

When you were finally pleased with how the Bunker looked, you sent Dean a quick text and Cas a prayer, asking them both to come home. You knew they would be a while, the Bunker being some distance from the Sandbox and Dean working a case, so while you waited, you headed for the kitchen to bake Dean a pie. You had found this really awesome pie tin while shopping yesterday, with the words we’re pregnant written at the bottom and you knew there was no way Dean wasn’t finishing your homemade pecan pie.

What you hadn’t expected though, was for pregnancy brain to set in quite so fast. Every time you turned around it seemed as if your ingredients had either moved around or had been mixing themselves. It got to the point where you closed your eyes for a second trying to focus. If this was starting already, you were damn happy you had two guys in your life to remember things for you.

“Y/N/N? I got your text! Is everything okay?”

Crap! You hadn’t expected him to get here so soon. The pie was nowhere near done, but as soon as you finished your thought, the ingredients started flying around the kitchen, mixing themselves.

“What’s with the pumpkins and decorations, Sweetheart? It’s not Halloween for another month,” Dean chuckled before freezing on the spot with the sight that met him.

The kitchen was a mess, pots and batter and spoons where flying all over the place while you stood in the middle of it, looking on. Or, someone that looked like you at least.

It didn’t take Dean long to get past his initial surprise, pulling his gun at you just as you turned around. Horror was written all over your face and Dean had to battle himself not to toss the weapon aside and pull you into his arms. The need to comfort you was overwhelming, but Dean kept reminding himself that whatever that thing in front of him was, it wasn’t you.

“Dean,” you gasped, not sure what terrified you the most, the kitchen coming alive around you, or the anger in your husband’s emerald eyes as he pointed his gun at your heart.

“Where’s Y/N?” he growled and your eyes widened in surprise. What the hell did he mean, where were you?. You were standing right infront of him as the kitchen went berserk.

“I’m Y/N, you idiot!” You threw your arms out to your sides in exasperation. “Who the hell else would I be?”

“A witch! And these are witch killing bullets,” Dean waved the gun between you a little. “So now tell me, what the hell have you done with Y/N?!”

“I’M NOT A WITCH, YOU MORON! I’M YOUR WIFE,” you full on yelled at him before the weirdest thing happened. Yeah, I mean weirder than the flying pantry.

PUF! Your clothes changed into a black dress and a top hat. Before you could even think or speak, a broomstick flew between your legs, taking you off the floor, screaming bloody murder. I realise you are a fearsome hunter, but don’t judge someone less you’ve been abducted by a magical broomstick!

“Dean!!! Do something,” you screamed at the man, who just stood in the middle of the room, completely gobsmacked as you flew circles around him.

“Y/N?” You kept clinging to the broom for dear life, but your line of sight went to the doorway where Cas stood with a huge grin plastered on his face. If you had dared jump off the damn thing, you would surely have strangled the angel.

“You’re expecting,” Cas stated, only making you wanna kill him even more. But before you could say anything, Dean spoke, turning your murderous rage against him.

“So this is Y/N/N. You sure?” Dean frowned before he remembered what Cas had said. “Wait, she’s expecting what?”

“A baby! You dumbass!! Now help me down! Either of you,” you screamed at them as the broom kept flying circles around the two of them with you, it’s unwilling passenger.

“Our son is doing it, Y/N. If you were just to ask him nicely….” Cas calmly tried to explain, but you were in no mood to follow his instructions. Not directly anyway.

“Young man, if you don’t put your mother down this instant…” you hissed, looking down at your still flat belly and wush, the broom disappeared from under you, making you scream as you fell towards the ground. You closed your eyes, bracing for an impact that never came. Instead, Dean’s smiling face was right next to yours as he gently lowered you onto the ground, after having caught you before the floor could attack you too.

“You got a bun in the oven?” Dean beamed, a boyish, cheeky grin spreading across his face. Before you could scold him for his choice of words, your son decided to join in on your conversation yet again.

Puf! Your clothes changed again and you let out a slight squeal as you looked down at yourself.. You were now dressed as an oven with a bun drawn over your stomach.

“Urgh!” you stomped your foot on the ground, glaring at the two idiots in front of you who were clearly doing their best not to laugh now. “Great! The kid has your powers.” You turned to Cas, who instantly looked to his feet, before your eyes shot daggers at Dean who had the good sense of reacting just like the angel for once. “And your idiotic sense of humor. This is gonna be a long nine months,” you hissed before twirling around, rushing towards your shared room.

You didn’t see the excited, happy look the two of them shared before rushing after you, deadset on making all of this up to you, making sure you had everything you needed. If you thought telling them had been a disaster, the next 9 months surely would nearly kill you. Having two overgrown puppies following you around, waiting on you hand and foot, ordering you not to do stuff, as your baby son made the world around you interesting was not going to be easy.

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