#no offense jelly bean

[sweebyjeeby]

Assorted RDR Headcanons

When Hosea was teaching Arthur how to fish when Arthur was a kid, he would have to constantly keep his eye on Arthur to prevent him from shoveling the cheese bait into his mouth.

John has a severe fear of wolves after what happened in the mountains.

Arthur often disappears to camp into the mountains, and Charles always has to find him.

Micah is the type of guy to intentionally say something horrifically offensive and then when someone inevitably gets upset he gets all pissy and tells them to take a joke.

Lenny is lactose intolerant, but that won’t stop him from shoveling down cheese.

Jack keeps climbing trees and giving poor Abigail a heart attack. Javier taught him how to do it.

Kieran sneezes like a kitten and everyone makes fun of him for it.

Arthur is a big fan of jelly beans, and Saint Denis is the only place nearby that he can get them.

Javier doesn’t like being in the forest, and often sneaks down to New Austin to be in the sand like a goblin.

Arthurs hair is a total rats nest, and breaks any combs that go through it. Trelawney bought him a mustache comb, but he has never touched it.

Grimshaw is the only one who can boss Uncle around without him throwing a fit. He is afraid of her.

Pearson cannot stand fish, and likes his food a bit overseasoned, much to the dismay to the others in camp.

Dutch bounces his leg whenever he is thinking hard, inevitably causing others tell him to stop shaking the table. Sean believes almost anything someone says as long as they say it with enough confidence. He still believes in bigfoot.

Arthur talks to his horse as if it’s a person, all the time. It creeps some people out, but he doesn’t care.

[givehimthemedicine]

🍦I just got the elmax ice cream thing

ok El's ice cream has been bugging me and I finally have the answer to a question you didn't ask

as I and many others have said, Max suggesting the trade was sus given how much more of her ice cream cone El appears to have eaten already. even if Max likes strawberry and vanilla equally, she's taking a significant loss in this deal in ice cream volume.

while that's true, I want to note that El hasn't eaten any more of her cone than Max has of hers. they both look almost the same as when they received them:

Steve didn't seem to be charging them, so budget wasn't an issue, but Max's order is a modest single scoop of strawberry. El's order is vanilla with extra whipped cream and sprinkles.

now I know this is totally subjective and no offense to vanilla as a flavor but... girl, this is the weirdest, blandest ice cream order. sprinkles look fun but have no taste. whipped cream is good but not hugely flavorful, mostly a volume filler. is this some kind of all-flash-no-substance metaphor, I wondered?

stranger still, El's cone is barely even filled to the rim in the first place. and "extra whipped cream" means probably most of the contents of that cone is whipped cream, not ice cream. is not Max's cone what a 1 scoop cone looks like? El could only have a half scoop at most? she must have asked for it to be that way, but why?

Steve doesn't announce this part out loud, but look at their cones. Max ordered a sugar cone, El ordered a waffle cone.

ha ha, El and waffles, yes, but keep going.

waffle.... whipped cream.... sprinkles... negligible amount of ice cream despite it being an ice cream cone. do you see what happened here?

El walked into Scoops Ahoy, saw the words "waffle cone," and ordered an Eggo Extravaganza, not knowing that's not a thing.

Max and Steve had to help her reverse engineer what that meant, and it turned out that it didn't even involve ice cream. Steve was probably like "well, this is an ice cream place, don't you want a little ice cream in it? what do you want, like... vanilla?" and she was like, sure fine? Scoops likely didn't offer Hershey kisses, jelly beans, or Reese's Pieces as toppings, so sprinkles had to suffice.

so: Max asking if El wants to trade cones (not "let's trade" not "trade me" but "you wanna trade?") is actually a symbolically important detail!

El doesn't look unhappy with her order at all, but Max, aware now of the Eggo Extravaganza origins, wants to give El yet another opportunity to branch out and try something new, at Max's own personal loss.

it's another subtle shedding of Hopper and embracing of new things. and then she dumps Mike a minute later holding that cone. Not Hopper, not Mike, you! 🍦

PS El did like strawberry and part of it is it reminds her of Max. she's wearing the strawberry festival shirt for the El / Max RUTH transition <3

[satoruhour]

hii, i love your writing!! maybe can i get a fluffy megumi and his girlfriend on their first kiss please? S2

a/n: ty 4 the kind words anon!! also guys i love ur smut ideas but also send in some fluff like this one 💟 im becoming desensitised to the smut im writing i need some cute falling-to-my-knees fluff / all characters aged to 18 / 1k... (i go sorta insane when i write fluff)

“did you really have to drag me out now?” megumi always says one thing, and means it. that was the case most of the time — like how yuji had given him a ginger flavoured jelly bean because he mentioned one time he likes things with ginger, flaring up immediately with a temptation to summon his shikigami. or even the other time where maki had eaten the last cup of his banana pudding so he muttered under his breath that she was never going to get playful cloud back ever again.

it was stoicism upon stoicism until you were involved.

now he finds that he says one thing and means another, especially when you’re involved. you’re always there now — joining tokyo jujutsu high from a remote district in the south — offering some compromise or patting a gentle hand on his shoulder even when he claims he hates people touching him.

the small touches never halted, he only sinks into the contact bit by bit, until eventually he doesn’t know how he has his head under yours months later, legs entangled in the rustic jujutsu high dorm room. megumi’s unclear on how he craves your touch when your fingers accidentally brush against his, bridging the gap by taking your hand in his. the sorcerer wants to know why whenever your hands trace his features, they instantly relax and soften, letting a smile, that’s only for you to see, slip through.

and because you’ve only ever known his contradictory words, you knew he was fine with letting you bring him out onto the running track at almost midnight, lugging his body while still keeping your hand clutched in his.

“i’m sorry, babe! gojo-sensei pointed out methods that would improve my technique and cursed energy output. you’re the only one i can trust with training at this timing.”

the other opens his mouth to protest, but you’re not wrong. yuji almost always exerts himself to the maximum everyday, so he usually knocks out early and nobara frequents the second years’ part of the dorms to hang with them, but really, she goes there to talk to maki, and everyone but them knows. so megumi simply lets out a sigh and nods, blinking away the sleepiness to focus on you.

now, sparring with you is always a thrill as you’ve mastered a martial art specific to where you came from, and while megumi hates losing, he always gets a rush of adrenaline whenever you manage to one-up him; you do it with ease. the wind is knocked out of him when you tackle him for the second time that night, giggling as you hold down his stronger points: arms from all that summoning since young, torso from the training gojo puts him through. 

megumi stifles a smile at your victory and laughter, placing a cautionary hand on your waist, “you’re getting better at managing your cursed energy.” he compliments you softly and you beam before realising that you’re sort of cutting off his air supply. with a quick sorry! you’re standing and helping him up, the familiar rush of heat to your palms and faces.

“but my combat skills are still better, right?” you grin.

megumi who nods in defeat, is ready to go again, taking two paces back. but even though he makes mental notes about the new moves he’s seen, he’s not exactly on the offensive once you land one, two, three hits, simply dodging and moving out the way. you continue to give it your all, without the knowledge that your enthusiasm and passion is driving megumi insane.

it’s how the corners of your lips curl at a strong punch, how you wipe the sweat from your brow, how the fire in your eyes look just like how it did when you were defending megumi from todo. unparalleled, unwavering, paired with the soft, melancholy shifting of Luna on your face, going through all eight phases on your face alone like a sundial telling the time — and you look good in every hour.

so it’s no surprise when megumi gets thrown onto the floor for a third, final time, dazed as your cheers echo throughout the empty field. you’re more conscious of your weight, now, removing yourself from him before laughing again at your win, but when you turn back to have your lover welcome your elation, you’re stunned to see him smiling unchastened at you, encasing your hand in his palm.

megumi wordlessly places your hand on his chest and you suck in a breath when you hear the heartbeat there increasing in speed, meeting his eyes that are already fixed on you. it feels like the field is far below you, and you’re seeing your reflection in the beautiful dark blues of his eyes. the exorcising of curses takes you high but fushiguro megumi takes you higher until the altitude gets to you and you can’t breathe.

but you love it.

the dark-haired sorcerer strokes your cheek lovingly, breath stopping when he feels the warmth of your skin and he has to do it now or he’ll never have the courage to do it again.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, albeit a little timidly, but you don’t blame him with how you nod quietly as well, arms racing round his shoulder before his lips capture yours. it’s inexperienced and soft, testing the waters as your heads meet oddly and your teeth are bumping into each other.

“sorry, megumi.” you mumble. you don’t know what’s right or wrong, whether you should mess up the baby hairs on his nape.

“don’t be.” it’s barely above a whisper, and maybe you don’t have to know what’s right or wrong straightaway. “we’ll try again, okay, my love?”

“yeah.” is all you say, but you want to say millions more when you kiss for the second time that night. the tips of your fingers curl around his raven hair, his hands are shaky against your waist but the connection between your lips makes you drunk on your affection for him.

right or wrong doesn’t matter anymore, because whatever you’re doing, you’re sure your answer is megumi.

idk how to feel bout this one lads... i hope it’s okay

[daydreamingmia]

Home & Bloopers🤪

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 11

A/n: I'm going to skip a little because I don't want to deal with Walker having to leave again...I can't deal with it😭

You were 5 minutes until landing! You haven't see Walker in over a month! You were so excited!!

When you landed you grabbed your stuff as fast as you could and ran off of the airplane.

"Y/n!" Walker exclaimed as the both of you ran up to eachother

"Ow!" You bounce off of eachother and both fall to the ground

"Oh Walker I missed you so much!" You both scoot over to eachother to kiss and hug

"I missed you soo much Wise Girl!" He hugged you so tight. He never wanted to let you go again

He helps you up and and into the car. The plan was to grab some sweets then go watch the Percy Jackson bloopers.

-

"Welcome back y/n! We missed you" Aryan hugged you

"Y/n is here?!" You could hear Walker excitedly ask

You saw her run around the corner and wrap you in a hug

"I missed you sooo much y/n/n!" She exclaimed

"I missed you more!" You reply with a big smile on your face

"Hey y/n! How was the trip?" Charlie asked coming from the other room

"Good! How was Walker?" You ask you and Walker now side by side with your arms around eachother

"Annoying!" Everyone laughed in unison as Walker fake offense

"Do want some snacks we have blue Takis, jelly beans, Jolly Ranchers, sour belts...oreos" Aryan offered looking at Walker for the last one

"I'll have the oreos" You smirk at Walker

"DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY OREOS!" Walker demands

"But don't you love me?" You fake pout

"Yes...but not enough to give you my oreos" Walker says like it's obvious

"*gasps* rude" You out your hand on you chest like you're offended

You grab the Takis, Jolly Ranchers and the oreos

"Hands off!" Walker snatches the oreos out of your hand

"Relax you oreo addict. I was bringing them for you" You roll your eyes

"Oh...oops" He replies

You go and sit down. Dior on your right and Walker on your left. Aryan next to Walker Charlie next to Dior.

The recorder started and so did the video

-----------BLOOPERS-----------

It was the scene where Annabeth pushes Percy into the water

"Listen...Percy...I'm sorry" You push Walker put you pushed him way too hard and he trips

"Oh! Are you okay?!" You run up to Walker's side

"What are you the Hulk?" Walker laughs as you lift him up

"Sorry" You dust him off

"Don't worry about it. It's not your fault you don't know your own strength" He chuckles

"When do we start?" Walker screws up

"Cut!"

"What is it?" Walker giggles

"When do we leave" You yell

"Okay"

"Where do we leave?"

"That doesn't even make sense!!" You yell from across the set

"Shut up!"

"Where do we start?"

"You're such an idiot!" You yell again

"Thank for your input! It's so helpful" Walker says sarcastically

"When do we sta-ahhh! I'm never going to get this right!"

You walk up to Walker and slap him and grab your face

"IT'S WHEN. DO. WE. LEAVE!!! GET IT RIGHT SEAWEED BRAIN!!"

"When do we leave?"

"Cut!"

"YESSS!!!!! WE WOULDVE BEEN HERE ALL NIGHT IT IT WEREN'T FOR ME! YOU'RE WELCOME!"

"Knock it off shortie!" Walker comes up to you jokingly

"You wanna fight blondie?!" You put your hand in your fist

"Yeah! Let's fight!"

"Don't do it Walker! Y/n will mop the floor with you!" Dior yells from across the set

"I can take her" He put his fists up too

"Can you though?" Aryan questioned

"No" Walker put down his fists and fake pouted

"Don't be sad you're a wimp Walker" you pat him on the shoulder

The scene where Percy picks Annabeth

"I have selected our most compelling candidates, from which you will choose two to join you on this quest and ensure that we succeed."

"Y/n." Walker says looking at you not even realizing what he said

"Umm...Walker you're supposed to say Annabeth." Glynn whispers

"What did I say?"

"Y/n"

"Oh. Oops" Walker tries to play it off

"Oooo! Walker can't get y/n off his mind" Aryan smirks

"Shut up" Walker glares as you blush and look at your feet

The bus scene

"Okay, I'm gonna go get us some snacks" you say

"I’ll come with you"

"No, you’ll stay right there"

'Why? It smells terrible back here"

"Monsters can’t smell you through that, so that’s where I want you"

"I wanna vote. Who thinks that we should all go get to breathe fresh air and buy our own snacks?"

"There’s no voting. Chips and sodas okay for you guys?"

"I don’t think you should just get to decide we don’t vote."

"I’m sorry to hear that."

"You're boss like y/n" Walker just looks at you still in character as you break character and laugh

"What?" Walker acts innocent

The bus scene again

"♪ Oh, golly, the road’s gettin’ bumpy 'cause I got me some friends ♪ ♪ Who just can’t get along ♪ ♪ Oh, dear! When the team’s gettin’ grumpy ♪ ♪ The trick to gettin’ through it is singin’ this song... ♪"

You start giggling

"Dude, what are you doing?" Walker says trying to stay in character but cracking up too

"It-" Aryan starts laughing too

"Y/n! You messed us up!" Walker turns around and jokingly yells at you

"Oh don't act like you could've made through this take" You say still giggling

Deleted scene

"Walk-oops" You spin around a Waker laughs

The scene where Annabeth and Percy hug

You hug Walker so tight and think about all the fun you've had together so your emotions are real.

"Acting y/n! We said acting!"

Percy driving a car

"How hard could it be?"

*crashes the car*

"Apparently very hard" You smirk

"Cut!"

*crashes the car again*

"My fault. That was me."

"Duh it was you're fault. I wasn't driving the car!"

"Cut!"

"That guy didn't even slow down!" *honks the horn*

You start giggling

"Cut!"

You smile at Walker and he smiles back as he crashes into the wall

"Ew. Don't look at me like that" you joke and Walker fake pouts

"Cut!"

-----End Video----

"So...what I've learned from this video is...you're mean to me" Walker looked at you

"Well apparently that's what made you fall in love with me. Besides what I've learned from this video is you've loved me since the moment you set eyes on me" You smirk at Walker and bump shoulders with him

You look in eachothers eyes and kiss

"Alright...alright...gross" Aryan grabs Walker by the shirt and pulls him back

A/n: I forgot to say...in this story you and Walker live in California😁

Love you guys! I hope you like this!! If so please like and comment💖💖

Thank you for reading!!💙💙

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Pavitr x fem reader

- Jealous HEADCANONS

A/N: Apparently, Pavitr's costume and fighting style is inspired from Kerala, so I went with him also being from Kerala. (Malayalam is google translated)

Also read on AO3

Pav Pooh is a uwu little jelly bean 

It began even before you started dating. You were bffs so, naturally, you're invited to his house for Onam celebration. 

Pav stands spellbound at your beauty as you'd worn the traditional off-white saree with golden border, your hair done and decorated with flowers. He's about to compliment you when his cousin beats him to it. 

"Are all of Pav's friends gorgeous, or is it just you?" 

Pav's face drains of colour as his cousin flirts with you. And you're indulging him!? That's it, you're not leaving his sight anymore. 

"Flattery takes you nowhere, cousin." 

His cousin ignores him. "Chuchudu, you should really visit Kerala sometime! We can go to all the tourists sites, go on a boatride -just the two of us, I can even teach you fishing!" 

The idiot rambles on and on but Pavitr's eyes blaze in green fury 🔥 Chuchudu!? Chuchudu!?! How dare he call you cutie! 

And, Gayatri just HAS to add fuel to fire. "Aww, you guys look so cute together! Don't they, Pav?"

"Of course! You look like father and daughter. What a rare bond, right?" 

Pav tells himself it's because his cousin is an a-hole, which they are, and he doesn't want to see you hurt. 

Lies, all lies. He jello 

He constantly tries to separate you guys or atleast just be next you like a bodyguard, shadowing over your convos. If his cousin got irritated, they don't show it. And, thanks to his spidey sense, his cousin can't talk to you alone for more than 5 seconds, though they do manage to ditch Pav at times XP 

Pavitr lets out a sigh of relief only after his cousin leaves. 

The next time it happens is when a new guy, Ravi, joins school. Ravi takes one look at you and he's interested. He's always flirting at you everywhere: cafeteria, by your locker, in the hallway -even in the field. 

Weekends usually mean extra superheroing so Pav can only meet you again on Monday morning at school. Or atleast, that's what usually happens. Today, though, you're at your locker with Ravi's arm around your shoulder as he talks to his friends. He says something in your ear which makes you laugh and slap his shoulder. 

Pav is seeing green. And you seem to hang out with Ravi more as the days pass!

You suddenly find Pavitr showing up at your house whenever Ravi comes around, tagging along with you two and always standing inbetween, telling how long you guys are besties at every opportunity, touching you a LOT..

"WHAT do you think you're doing, idiot?" Gayatri traps Pav into a corner and gets him to spill. 

"Okay, okay, I am jealous! I.. I like Y/n. Like, like her like her.." 

"You what me?" 

Long story short, you guys (FINALLY) get together and Gayatri squeals in joy.

After You Begin Dating 

Boy, you underestimated how much he flaunts you

Hand-holding, kissing your cheek when he senses potential threat (thanks, spidey sense!), hugging a lot, lost of texting ("miss u moloo 😘", "can i come overrrr I'm boreddd :< ") 

You assure him he's the only guy for you. "Pav, baby, I don't want anyone else. I've always been yours." 

And, a little later in your relationship, you admit that the whole flirting thing with Ravi and Pav's cousin was a ruse to make him jealous. And Gayatri was in on it! ;P

"I'm sorry but you just look sooo cute when you're jealous!", you say, squishing his cheeks. 

Pav feigns offense but he's melting inside knowing you only have eyes for him. 

Also... C'mon, can anyone resist making this cutepie jealous? 

________

reblogs and comments appreciated!!!

[lousypotatoes]

Can we get a part 2 to the Loona x Male Sinner Reader? I really enjoy your writing style by the way! Thanks for your time!

I was hoping someone would ask me this!! And also thanks so much for the compliment <33 Enjoy~

The Intern Pt 2 - Loona x Male Sinner! Reader

Part 1

Song Recommendation:

Cleopatra - Train, Sofia Reyes

It had been a few weeks since you and Loona went to go grab booze for BlitzØ, the two of you hanging out ever since.

Right now, the two of you were currently sitting on the top of the I.M.P. building, smoking cigarettes and eating candy.

"You're such a bad influence on me, Loon," you said, blowing out smoke. "Before I met you, I never even touched a cigarette."

"You should be thanking me," Loona laughed, putting some gummy worms in her mouth. "It's not like you can die again."

"What if I could?" you said. "What if there's a double hell?"

"You are so stupid,"

"Hey! That was an actual question!"

"Yeah, and it was a stupid question."

"Well, fuck you too," you laughed, throwing a gummy worm at her.

She looked at you in mock offense and threw a gummy worm right back at you. You put out your cigarette and dumped the whole bag on her.

"Stop!" she laughed. "You're wasting them asshole!"

"You'll still eat them!"

Loona grabbed a bag of jelly beans and dumped them all over your lap.

"You just made an even bigger mess!"

"You'll still eat them!" Loona repeated what you said in a mock voice.

The play fighting went on for a few more minutes, the two of you continuing to throw handfuls of candy at each other.

After there was no more candy left, the two of you laid down on the roof, staring at the red sky.

Feeling confident in yourself, very slowly, you grabbed onto Loona's paw. She looked at you in surprise but didn't move or say anything.

"You owe me five bucks for the candy, by the way."

"No way!" she said "You started it when you threw that fucking worm at me."

"Maybe next time you should catch it,"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't know, it just does,"

The two of you stared at the sky in silence for a moment.

"I wonder what heaven's like," Loona muttered.

"Probably fucking shitty if they're willing to come down and kill a bunch of us every year," you said.

"Yeah, you're right,"

"Do you think Blitz is looking for us now?"

"Yeah, probably," Loona laughed. "Let's just hope he doesn't catch us."

Suddenly, a ping came from your phone. Taking it out of your pocket, you saw that it was one of your friends. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, he had gotten absolutely wasted and needed you to come pick him up.

"I'm so sorry Loon," you said, getting up. "But I really have to go. My stupid friend got drunk and he needs me to pick him up."

"Nah, you're fine," Loona said, also getting up. "I'll buy us some more candy while you're gone."

"You're the best Loony." you said, kissing her cheek. "I'll see you when I get back."

As you left, Loona touched her cheek, her cheeks turning red.

You didn't even realize what you did until you left the building. You stopped in your tracks, blushing furiously and immediately pulled out your phone

'hey sorry abt that.' you texted. 'sorry if i made u uncomfy. spur of the moment type thing.'

You saw that Loona read the text. It took a moment for the speech bubbles to pop up, signaling that she was typing back.

'nah ur fine.' she typed back. 'i uh kinda liked it actually.'

Seeing the text, the goofiest grin appeared on your face.

Loona started to type again.

'i wouldnt mind u doing that again.'

'is that u saying that u like me?'

'no that's me saying that i want to be ur gf.'

You choked on your own spit reading that, having to read it again to make sure you read it correctly.

'i uh wouldnt mind that either.'

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sorry this one is so short and boring 😭

i really wanted to get this done and i couldn't think of what to write

writer's block is such a bitch

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[dyxtd21]

Reaction to getting bit or licked by a human (Decepticorns) (Part 2):

Thundercrunch:

Thundercrunch would react with a mix of disbelief and outrage. His pride as a fearsome warrior clashes with the absurdity of being treated like a snack, and he wouldn't take it lightly. The moment a human tries to lick or bite him, he’d whip around with an incredulous look and bellow:

"What in the name of Primallow are you doing, fleshling?! I'm a warrior, not your dessert buffet!"

His Nestle Crunch-themed body, though strong and durable, would probably feel the bite, leaving him deeply annoyed at the human's audacity. Thundercrunch might even take the incident personally, viewing it as a direct assault on his dignity. However, after the initial fury subsides, he’d begrudgingly admit it’s a bit flattering to be considered delicious. If the human persisted, though, he might respond with a warning swipe of his fists or a booming threat to ��melt you into a puddle of regret.”

Skymelon:

Skymelon, with his playful and mischievous personality, would likely find the situation amusing—at least at first. His body, adorned with sweet, watermelon-flavored treats like gummies and jelly beans, would understandably attract attention, and he’s no stranger to being admired. When a human licks or bites him, he’d smirk and quip:

"Hey now, human! I know I’m sweet, but this isn’t an all-you-can-eat buffet!"

Skymelon might even tease the human, pretending to offer a piece of his gummy “decorations” only to snatch it away at the last second. However, if the licking or biting continued, his patience would quickly wear thin. Despite his playful nature, Skymelon doesn’t appreciate being treated like a literal piece of candy, and he might use his teleportation abilities to vanish before the human can try again. Upon reappearing, he’d probably leave them with a parting shot like:

"I don’t mind fans, but hands—or teeth—off the merchandise!"

Blitzwhite:

Blitzwhite would respond with cold disdain, his perfectionist nature making the act feel like a profound insult to his dignity. His immaculate white chocolate body is a point of pride, and the idea of a human licking or biting him would strike him as deeply offensive. He’d freeze (both figuratively and perhaps literally) and stare down the offending human with a chilling glare before speaking in his measured, icy tone:

"Are you incapable of controlling your base impulses, fleshling? This is not acceptable behaviour."

Unlike Thundercrunch or Skymelon, Blitzwhite would be far less forgiving. To him, the human’s action is a breach of decorum, and he would take it as a personal affront to his carefully maintained appearance. If the human apologized, he might grudgingly let it slide, but if they dared to try it again, Blitzwhite wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate—perhaps freezing their tongue with an icy blast or encasing their hand in a brittle shell of white chocolate as a pointed lesson:

"Perhaps now you’ll think twice before treating a Sweetformer with such disregard."

Blitzwhite would likely avoid that human afterward, finding their behaviour too unpredictable and undignified to tolerate.

[muzaktomyears]

Happy and gay though they are, teenagers milling in their thousands around town halls and hotels and theatres would kill the Beatles if they got their hands on them. Fans unleashed on one of their idols would be murderous. This is why the apparent imprisonment of the Beatles is essential. (...) It is commonplace for fans to hurl themselves at a Beatle vehicle if it is travelling at anything less than twenty miles an hour. After a concert in London one night four of John’s admirers wrenched off a near-side door and hurled themselves into the vehicle. The fans were fought out and [Bill] Corbett [the driver] drove off without the door, with the four Beatles huddled against the wind. He returned later for the door, to find that it had been captured as a souvenir. (...) At an elegant civic reception in Adelaide, autograph pencils flashed like knives around the valuable features of Lennon, Harrison and McCartney, and it was a relief when the Lord Mayor of Melbourne barred autographs at his reception in honour of the Beatles. There, too, there was one tricky incident when a young man made an offensive remark about the length of Ringo’s hair, repeated it and then lunged forward to grab it. He was jabbed smartly in the ribs by the sharp elbow of an otherwise non-violent Beatle-minder and later complained, with surprising naïvety, that he had been attacked. (…) The Beatles run other risks – the more obvious ones are onstage in the worldwide barrage of jelly beans, pennies, toys, autograph books and, indeed, anything throwable. Paul was nearly blinded once by a safety pin; George took a sharp knock in Hong Kong when a silver dollar struck him on the ear. Thus are the many demonstrations of love manifested violently.

A Cellarful of Noise, Brian Epstein (1964)

[saiilorstars]

Before Me

☼ Fandom: Harry Potter ☼ Pairing: Fred x OFC ☼ Summary: Arlet and Fred have been friends for years never knowing each other's real feelings towards one another. Fred thinks he can't fit into Arlet's important world while Arlet swears she's the only girl Fred wouldn't look at twice. So instead, they choose to watch each other from afar, resigning themselves to a future without one another. ☼ Arlet’s Masterlist ☼ Taglist: @ocappreciationtag​​​ @arrthurpendragon​​​​​​ @maaaaarveeeeel​​ @stareyedplanet​​ @foxesandmagic​ @caplanbuckybarnes​​

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In retrospect, perhaps it could have all been avoided if one or the other had just spoken earlier. It wasn't like they were silent around each other, far from it. First of all, Arlet fully believed that it was impossible for Fred Weasley to be quiet around anyone — it was impossible for him to be quiet at all.

"I take full offense of that, Arly-kins," Fred had said when she joked about it. All their other friends seemed to agree with Arlet as they laughed together.

"Do you? Do you really take offense to that?" Fred's own brother was probably laughing the hardest out of everyone.

"Shut it, George," Fred muttered and grabbed a handful of jelly beans from their shared bowl on the table. He flicked a few jelly beans at those closest to him. "You're all terrible friends," he declared.

Arlet was in a giggling state, even when one of the jellybeans hit her forehead. "C'mon Fred, you're one of the loudest people I've met." She got up from her spot on the floor and plopped down beside him on the couch.

"Am not," he insisted. Still grumbling, he offered her a jelly bean from the pool in his hand.

"Oh, are too." Arlet reached for a jelly bean and popped it into her mouth. She didn't think one simple comment would cause all this. It wasn't often she got to Fred, and even more that she made others laugh. She wasn't very good at jokes. "I'm sorry—"

But someone had called Fred at that moment. Fred looked over the couch, grinning on the spot.

It was Willow Jade, easily one of the prettiest Gryffindor girls — prettiest girl in school altogether. She was a bright redhead — go figure — and had soft hazel eyes. Her word was like law. If she called you, you went to her, no questions asked. It seemed like she could put any boy under a trance.

It was hard admitting that beyond petty jealousy, there was actually nothing wrong with Willow. She was kind, a bit of a jokester herself, and very lively, not to mention smart. But if anyone asked Arlet, she could not stand her. And she knew exactly why. She knew it when Willow called Fred away from their group each time.

"You need to say something," Arlet's younger sister, Aracely, told her later in the evening when the girls had retired to their dorm. "It does no one good when you simmer with jealousy."

Arlet was pulling her covers down, huffing and puffing, but saying absolutely nothing. Aracely rolled her eyes; this wasn't a new conversation, not by a long shot.

~0~

When Arlet and her sister Aracely transferred to Hogwarts, the sisters quickly befriended the Weasley twins. Arlet's situation, although common with the September 1st rule, brought a bit of extra attention when she started. Her birthday was past the cut off the date which meant she had to start school one year later which meant she started along with her younger sister. How could the twins not go poke at that? They were the self appointed welcoming committee of Hogwarts. Their first act was to play the welcoming pranks, only that when the fireworks went off and Arlet fell quite literally in Fred's arms, the latter felt awful for frightening her like that…and thinking she looked just a tad cute.

Arlet had bright blue eyes and plump cheeks. Those quickly became Fred's favorite things about her. When he had caught her from behind, she blinked at him with those blue eyes of hers, wide as could be. The apology tumbled out of him on the spot.

George still hadn't forgiven him for that one. They pulled pranks, they never apologized. It's how it went.

"Oh, but sure, one look from the new pretty girl and you're like fucking jello." George smacked his twin upside the head. "Absolutely pathetic. I will be holding onto this information for future usage."

Fred rolled his eyes, trying to act like nothing but he knew that his brother wasn't lying. One look from Arlet Mirabel and he was a fucking goner.

He never played a prank on her after the first one, instead choosing a different avenue when it came to her. He showed her around the school, making sure to tell her about all the secret ways she could sneak around for, say, a midnight snack.

He learned that Arlet was a very friendly girl, a dancer — she loved ballet — and an avid seeker of building relationships and networks with others. She used to participate in foreign exchange programs before settling in Hogwarts for their 6th year. Fred knew that when Arlet graduated, she would become someone very important. Professional, important Arlet Mirabel.

He didn't see himself fitting in that picture, not by a long shot. He had different ideas for his future, and almost none of them involved academics. It took him a while to settle down and realize that Arlet was just too out of his reach. The first of that reality hit him when she started dating some other highly academic boy — Alex? — for a while. They were identical in their personalities and aspirations.

Fred tried various things to help him remember this reality too. Pranks here, pranks there, joking just about everything, and maybe a little bit of flirting.

If anyone asked Arlet, she would say that Fred Weasley was an excessive flirt. He flirted with everyone. It irked her. Even when she was with her own boyfriend, she constantly found it incredibly irritating hearing all these girls giggling and batting their eyes at Fred. It was even more irritating seeing him return the favor.

When she broke up with Alex, Fred started going out with a pretty Hufflepuff girl. She was fantastic, from an unbiased perspective. Arlet was well aware that she was not an unbiased party. And she was well aware that the annoyance she felt was actually more along the lines of hurt. It hurt seeing Fred with someone else. That was the first time Arlet realized just how deep her feelings went for Fred. She didn't know what constant ache was until he started going out with that girl.

When they broke up, Arlet was guilty of feeling a tiny bit of relief. It didn't last long because from there on out, all Fred did was flirt. All. The. Time.

Enter Willow Jade.

Fred flirted with just about anyone, but more so with Willow. Perhaps it was that they were very much alike, or that Willow actually came up with her own ideas for pranks — they just seemed to gravitate towards each other. It was no secret that Willow liked him…a lot.

Arlet heard Willow giggling with a group of her friends about the latest prank she and Fred had discussed. She was a giggling mess — why did she have to giggle so much?

"Easy there," Aracely startled her sister in the hallway, "You look like you're going to self combust."

Arlet gripped the strap of her bag and stared at Willow across from them. She was still giggling — go figure — and showing her friends something on her hand. There was Fred's name on the back of her hand with a heart drawn around it.

"Well that's just pathetic," Aracely remarked once she saw the same thing. She looked at her sister, raising an eyebrow. "You know that's just from Willow, right? Not from Fred. He wouldn't do that in a million years. Not unless the medium was fireworks."

Arlet still felt pretty upset. "I don't get it, Ara. I like him. I like him so much and he doesn't even look my way. What does Willow have that I don't?"

Aracely snorted. "You're joking, right?"

Arlet met her sister's glance. "What?"

"You're such a dumbass, Arlet. Fred does like you."

"Then why is he always flirting with others? Especially with Willow over there…"

"Because that's just Fred. And besides, the only reason he started that stuff up is because you were going out with Alex!" Aracely flicked her sister on the side of the head. "I told you that was a bad idea! Other than that, Fred's just one stupid flirt! Does it all the time with you too, plus way more stuff to show he cares but you're just too dunce to see."

Arlet argued that never happened so, from that point on, Aracely was happy to point out the moments where it did.

The opportunity arose one day when Arlet found herself in an accident. One simple misshapen in Potions left her with a burned hand and many, many, (embarrassing) tears. She was rushed up to the hospital wing so Madame Pomfrey could heal her and within the hour, the rest of her friends started coming up to see her.

When Fred showed up, Arlet's hand was already bandaged up and she was just waiting out the hours of observation Madame Pomfrey requested. "Arly-kins, what happened?" He had rushed up to her bedside, practically pushing their friends out of the way to get through.

"It's no big deal, just a miscalculation in Potions," Arlet said, pursing her lips together. "An accident."

Fred gingerly held her bandaged hand, trying to see for himself how bad it was. "I've been in that position many times. I know that it hurts."

"Not right now," Arlet said in vain.

"Arlet, baby, I can see the strain in your eyes. It hurts. It definitely hurts."

Arlet's face was blushed for various reasons — from the care Fred showed her, to his words. Her eyes flickered to her sister; Aracely was smirking.

"You're not going to get over that one," Aracely laughed at her sister when it was just them. "'Baby'?"

"Shut up," Arlet promptly said.

But Aracely would gain more fuel when Fred took it upon himself to look after Arlet while her hand healed. He would open doors for her, help carry her books, even try to write for her.

"Fred," Arlet laughed, "I'm right handed. It's my left hand that's hurt, remember?"

"Doesn't matter, let me do it!" He murmured and started copying down the notes McGonagall was lecturing about. He was very focused on keeping up. His tongue poked out on the side as he wrote quicker and quicker.

He was glued to her side, basically.

Even at meal times they sat together. Arlet joked that the last thing she needed was for him to spoon feed her. He was on his way to do that when she smacked his hand away.

"Stop it, you idiot!" She laughed.

"Oh c'mon, Arly, let me. You gotta eat!" Fred said as he once again grabbed the spoon.

"Which I can perfectly do on my own," Arlet said and made a motion of her picking up her own spoon to feed herself. She ate contently beside him, meeting his eye on occasion, and sharing smiles. At the end of the meal, Fred surprised her with a soft peach wrapped in a napkin.

"Thought you might want a snack later," he said as he handed it to her.

"Oh, thanks Fred!" Arlet loved it. Peaches were her favorite fruit!

"He's been treating you better than everyone else," Aracely remarked later in the evening, "Well, that's not quite new, isn't it? Always treats you so nicely, like a lady. Didn't even know he was capable of that."

Arlet rolled her eyes at her sister. "Fred is many things, not just a jokester." She often found that many people, if not everyone, had the misconception that Fred was just a jokester and nothing else. "He's a gentleman, first of all. And he's kind, helpful, and a total sweetheart. That's why I lo—"

Aracely raised an eyebrow at her sister. A smirk started tugging at her lips.

Arlet didn't say anything else for the rest of that night.

~0~

There were rumors that Fred had asked Willow out on a date. Then, a few days later, there were rumors that they were an official couple.

Arlet wasn't that surprised. It was the kind of thing she expected to happen. It happened various times before and she supposed it would happen again sooner or later. And no she was not looking forward to that. She didn't wish any pain on Fred, none whatsoever. He didn't deserve that. He deserved only the best.

"Were that true, he wouldn't be wasting his time with Willow," Aracely had said about the matter. She and Arlet were working on homework in the common room, she on the couch and Arlet at the coffee table. "Not when he so clearly loves you."

"Aracely," Arlet hushed her sister, or at least tried to. Aracely was about twice as loud as Arlet.

"What?" Aracely shrugged. "It's true."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Aracely!"

"What? It is," Aracely said.

"Hello there ladies," one of the twins strolled to their study area and plopped down on the couch beside Aracely. "Oh, is that the Astronomy homework?" He leaned impossibly close to Aracely to take a peek at her essay.

"Move!" Aracely shoved him away.

Arlet's eyes briefly flickered up from her work on the table. It was George. Fred always had something about his smile.

"Agh, you don't have to be so rude, Aracely!" George exclaimed. "Can't you help a dear friend out?"

Aracely rolled her eyes. "How about you help me settle something with my sister instead?"

Arlet startled. She better not.

"I'm always interested in your sisterly quarrels," George said and leaned back on the couch, resting his head against his hands. He then propped up his feet on the table that Arlet was working on.

Arlet put her quill down to poke George's foot off her Potions essay.

"Is it true that Fred's going out with Willow?" asked Aracely.

"Eh, more or less. You know Freddie, it lasts for about a month."

"But does he like Willow?"

"Aracely," Arlet shot her sister a glare.

"No," George didn't hesitate to answer.

"Because who does he actually love?"

Arlet wanted to kill her sister. "Aracely."

"Why, our dear Arlet, of course," George said without missing a beat and shot a wink at Arlet who'd frozen on the spot. Her face went bright as well.

"That's not — you're not funny!"

"This is one of the rare moments where I wasn't trying to be funny," George said, smirking, "Yeah, I can have those moments."

Arlet started gathering her things together. "Neither of you are funny!"

"C'mon Arlet, it's so fucking obvious!" Aracely exclaimed.

"It really is," George nodded, remaining completely calm in the situation. He found it funny more than anything.

Arlet grew angrier by the minute. She was stuffing her things inside her back, forgetting that none of her teachers wanted wrinkled parchment turned in as assignments. "Shut it! Both of you! As far as everyone knows, Fred loves Willow! Just like he's loved plenty of girls before her!"

"Arlet," Aracely looked at her sister as the latter started storming away, "You really don't have to do this."

Arlet turned around to say that she did in fact have to be like this because they were complete idiots. However, the entrance door opened and in came the man of the hour himself.

"Hey Arly-kins!" Fred waved with his usual grin. "How are — what's wrong?" Arlet seemed like she would burst into tears. Fred didn't like it one bit. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" He made a step towards her only for Arlet to shout.

"Don't come closer!" She snapped.

"But Arly—"

"Don't call me that!" Arlet stormed up the staircase to the girls' dorm.

Fred stood there for a couple minutes, so lost. Then he set his sights on his brother and Aracely. "What just happened?"

"No idea," went George and Aracely.

Fred scoffed. "What did you two do to her!?"

"Nothing," Aracely looked over the couch, "My sister is just stuck in her blind ways."

"Kind of like someone else I know," George said, leading Aracely to hum in agreement.

~0~

Fred had no idea what George and Aracely had said to Arlet but all he knew was that Arlet wouldn't speak to him beyond a few words. Every time he got near her, she had to be somewhere else. He didn't get it.

"Seriously, what did you two do?" Fred sat at the meal table opposite of George and Aracely. "Arly's not talking to me."

Aracely scoffed. "So? Why don't you go talk to your little girlfriend, Willow?"

George smirked behind his goblet.

Fred didn't appreciate the question. "That's not what I'm talking about."

"That's what I'm talking about," Aracely said, meeting Fred's eye with a grin. "According to her, you're ever so in love." She and George shared a snicker.

"You two are not helping," Fred frowned.

"Sorry Freddie, but you're not helping yourself," George said, "Willow's hot, yeah, but she's no Arlet — sorry, Arly," he dramatically held his hands to his cheek and sighed.

Fred reached for a biscuit from the platter and threw it at George's face. With that, he got up and left.

George reached for the biscuit that had fallen on his plate and ripped it in two. He offered one of the halves to Aracely.

"They're idiots, you know," Aracely said, taking the half and biting into it.

"Mhm, the biggest." George bit into his half as well.

~0~

In the following weeks, Fred saw the situation with Arlet not getting any better. She avoided him at all costs and it agitated him. He didn't know what he did, or rather what his brother and Aracely had done. With no answers from anywhere, Fred was agitated pretty much all of the time. Nothing pleased him, not even the jokes he would typically play. Willow would try to coax him into playing a little something but it never worked. She got mad at him most of the time. They got mad at each other most of the time.

Before Fred knew it, he had cut things off with Willow. It was not the easiest of break ups but it was a break up in the end. He spent most of his time being angry and he knew exactly why. He couldn't talk to Arlet, couldn't see her, be close to her. He missed her so much.

Willow did not take well to the sudden break up. Rumors started to fly around school about what she thought really happened and not one of them was nice. Fred didn't particularly care about rumors pertaining to him. He lived with them anyways but the one thing he wouldn't let slide was if they—

One rumor dragged Arlet's name through the mud.

Of course Arlet heard it. Even when she kept her head down low in books and parchments and dancing, she heard it.

"Fred broke up with Willow because Arlet got to him."

"While they were still together?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

It was impossible not to hear the same conversations happening around her. She didn't address it, she didn't even glance in anyone's direction. Her resolution was to ignore it. Ignore it and hope that it wouldn't last long.

When Fred heard it, he went ballistic.

He found Willow and told her off right in the middle of a crowded hallway. Yelled in her face, and maybe said a word here and there that he wouldn't usually say in the middle of a crowd. He earned himself detention for the commotion and a new enemy in Willow and her friends. Apparently, none of that mattered to McGonagall when she assigned him detention for two nights.

It didn't matter to Fred either. He'd do them (grumbling) if it meant clearing Ar—

The door creaked open and someone cried out: "Oh, dammit!"

Fred would recognize the voice anywhere but not the words. Arlet wasn't one to curse all that much, not even use simple words like those. He looked over the couch and saw her stumbling in with a few books in her arms, and a splatter of ink on the floor. She had dropped her ink bottle…

Arlet muttered and grumbled under her breath until she spotted Fred across the room. Even from where he sat, he could see the pink dusting her cheeks. She had not meant to say those words in front of anyone.

"Are…you okay?" Fred knew it was a stupid question. To Arlet, anything academic was sacred…including the ink bottles. She was cute like that.

"Mhm, yeah," Arlet said quickly, deciding to abandon the ink splatter and bottle on the ground to make her way straight to the staircase.

Fred expected as much and with a sigh turned back on the couch, facing the fireplace. Arlet stopped at the base of the stairs hearing that one sigh. She looked back at him, biting on her bottom lip.

You should at least say thank you. The guilt gnawed at her head since she found out. It's not his fault.

And so, with a shuffle of her books in her arms, she turned back down. "Hey, Fred?"

By that point, Fred expected her to have been gone. He was mighty surprised when she walked around the couch to see him.

"Um, I know what happened with Willow…" she said, hoisting her books on one hip. "And I know that she said some stuff about me…thanks for standing up for me. But I'm sorry it cost you your relationship. And detention."

"Oh, no, no, Arly, that wasn't — it's not your fault," Fred said immediately, shaking his head. "Nobody should be saying anything about you, not on my watch."

Arlet half smiled at him. There may have been a warmth creeping up her face too. "Still, sorry."

"Seriously, don't worry about it. It was never going to work out," Fred said, a bit too certain over the fact. "All Willow wanted to do was joke around and, yes, I know that's my style," he smiled, "but I do have other interests as well."

Arlet chuckled. "Right."

"Of course nothing like you, though," Fred motioned to the stack of books resting on Arlet's hip, "Merlin, Arly, did you leave anything for the library? The stack's bigger than you although" — he raised a finger in the air — "that's not saying much considering almost everything's bigger than you."

"Hey!"

"Here, let's unload the stack, shall we?" Fred reached over but stopped halfway to gauge Arlet's reaction. If she pulled away, or frowned, she still didn't want him near her.

Arlet was no Legilimens but she swore that she could read Fred's thoughts most of the time. It was an uncanny sync they shared, getting each other without having to say anything.

Right now she could tell he was wondering if now would be the moment she would actually want to be with him, be friends like they used to be. "I'm a lousy friend," she sighed and planted her books on the coffee table.

Fred blinked. "What? No, you're—"

"A very lousy friend," Arlet reiterated and, with another sigh, came to sit on the couch with him. "That stuff the last time we talked, it was not your fault. George and Aracely really pissed me off and, well, you look a heck of lot like George so…"

"You know, lots of people say that about us," Fred said thoughtfully, causing a chuckle between them.

Arlet touched his arm and even though he knew there were several layers on him, Fred swore he could still feel Arlet's soft fingers on his skin. They were wizards but that was real magic to him.

"I'm sorry," Arlet said again, "I don't like being away from you." Her confession brought a moment of silence between the two, one where she was sure her face grew redder and redder.

Luckily, this was Fred she was talking to. He was so easy to talk to…

"Me neither, Arly-kins," he said with his typical grin. "You know how many pranks I've had to go through on my own because I didn't have your knowledgeable input?"

Arlet chuckled. "I would've figured Willow could've helped you there. She's way better at that stuff than me."

"Two of me don't make a good combination," Fred said, "Even George is a bit different from me. No, I need my Arly-kins to pull me down every once in a while."

Arlet smiled softly. "Unfortunately, we won't be here forever, you know."

Fred lost his grin little by little when he thought about the gloomy future to come. That was very true. He was sure that as soon as Arlet graduated from Hogwarts, she would have a job waiting for her. Important duties and all that stuff.

"Just promise me that you won't forget me," he said quietly, resigning himself.

Arlet looked at him strangely. "What?"

"You know, you'll be someone important as soon as you get out of here. I, personally, don't do well in confined places like the Ministry and academics. Man, I hate academics."

"And you think I'll stop, what, talking to you or something?"

"Maybe you won't have time."

Arlet stated at him inquisitively. "Fred Weasley, I hope that you're not implying that I'll feel like I'm better than you. Because that would be so wrong."

Fred flushed on the spot and could barely meet Arlet's gaze, pretty much answering her words.

Arlet never thought they would be touching this subject. "Fred!" She jumped up from the couch, turning in front of him, with her hands on her hips. "Who do you think I am!?"

"Honestly?" Fred looked up at her.

Arlet's eyebrows rose, surprised with that kind of turn. "Uh, yeah?"

"You're Arlet Mirabel, the smartest girl in our year — smartest girl I've ever met — and you're easily the prettiest and Merlin knows the kindest and friendliest! Everyone loves you!" I love you. Fred could only hold his truth for so long and right now it felt like he was going to lose.

Arlet blushed under so many compliments, especially coming from Fred. "Uhm…thank you…" She cleared her throat, "But I don't get what that has to do with what you think is going to happen to us after we leave Hogwarts."

"Arly," Fred looked at her again, smiling sadly at her, "You're amazing. You always have been. I know that when you leave this place, you're going to turn into an important figure. I don't where or when but I know it'll happen. You're always building relationships with people, encouraging networking. You've got a bright future."

"Fred, so do you," Arlet said, very confused when he shook his head.

"I have a very different future in mind for myself," Fred said, "George and I, actually."

"Are you talking about the joke shop?" Arlet smirked at his startled reaction. "George mentioned it to me a couple days ago. I think it's great! Who else to shape the future prankster generations than the experts, right?"

Fred's smile was weak at best. "I'm happy with what I want, but it's very different from your plans. We're very different, aren't we?"

Arlet nodded. "I think so, yeah. And yet somehow we're always drawn to each other in the end. Kind of funny if you ask me. I mean, by all logic, you should get along better with my sister. She's way more like you and George. I'm pretty boring."

"Aracely is great and all but you're even better," Fred said, "And I think you should remember that."

Arlet chuckled. "Don't let her hear that. So, Fred, I hope the gist of this conversation has taught you that even though we have very different ideas in mind for our futures, it doesn't mean we won't be together." As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them for how it sounded. "Not that — of course I meant — friends! As friends!"

Fred loved her stammering reactions. She got frazzled over the littlest of things and thought she offended half the world. "Arly, I know," he assured, "Course I know that we're just friends."

"Okay, yeah, okay…" It took Arlet a moment to really take in the tone of voice Fred had used and even when she still had a doubt, all she had to do was look at his face. "No, wait, hold on," she sighed, "I've missed something else, haven't I?"

Fred chuckled. "No, Arly, you're fine. Just don't forget me, that's all I ask."

Arlet drew in a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest, and just about every part of her brain screaming at her not to say anything. "So in this future…um, obviously you'll be working at the joke shop and I'll be working, er, I don't know—"

"It's the Ministry, I'm sure of it," Fred said without missing a beat.

"Uh, okay. Well, maybe we could plan little get togethers. Actually, maybe we could start planning then right now…"

"Right now…?" Fred looked at her for a moment, confused. Arlet was blushing red enough to match his hair. And then he got it. "Arlet, are you…talking about—"

"Going on a date together? Yes, yes, I am unless-unless you think that I'm-I'm too boring for your taste—"

Fred laughed. He grabbed her hands and yanked her down on his lap. Her eyes went wide, her blush intensified to an astronomical level.

"Oh, Arly-kins, you've no idea how much time I've spent thinking about that," Fred admitted. He passed a hand down her long hair, taking in every last feature of hers.

"You have?" Arlet swallowed hard. One of his hands held her by the waist and the other continued to stroke her hair.

Fred nodded. "All the time."

"Why didn't — why didn't you say something? I was right here!"

"Dating Alex, of course."

"You dated so much more than me!"

"And then there's the matter of our futures. You'll be important and I don't think I can fit in that picture with you. I don't want to drag you down with me."

Arlet looked at him like he was crazy, and maybe he was. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Fred dropped his other hand down on her waist. "You've got all this stuff going on always. I bet tonight you were in one of your clubs planning for the future."

"Well, yeah, but—"

"And I don't want to take any of that away from you but my reputation precedes me and I don't want that besmirching your name."

"My name is my name, and nothing can dirty it up unless I do something wrong, not you," Arlet said, "Look, this is partly my fault for not saying anything before but you always looked so happy flirting with half the world except for me."

"If I flirted with you it would be for real and I would lose control," Fred said, "I know that when I flirt with, say, Angelina, she doesn't take it seriously and I don't take it seriously either. I can be as stupid as I want. But if it was with you, I'd run my mouth until something slips out that shouldn't be said."

"Like what?" Arlet asked him, tilting her head at him. "What would you say to me?"

"Uh…well…" Fred's mouth had gone dry, something that never happened unless it was for—

"I love you." The words fell out from his mouth and there was no taking it back.

Arlet had frozen altogether, her already wide eyes looking like they would pop from her head.

"Dammit," Fred dropped his head, cursing himself under his breath. One thing. One thing he shouldn't say and there it was.

He felt warm hands sliding over his cheeks, gently raising his head. Arlet was smiling again.

"I'm no expert but that didn't sound like much flirting to me," she said, her thumbs stroking his skin. "I thought that was your expertise."

"I lose all my expertise with you," Fred said, sighing, "And I am very good at not saying things like that. Never said it to anyone, actually."

"I might feel a little special, then," Arlet said.

"Always feel special, please. Because to me, you're the best girl in the whole school. Cliche, I know."

Arlet started giggling. "I didn't know you could be a romantic. Last time I heard, that was more of George. You've got the temper."

"Me? I would never…"

"Aha," Arlet rolled her eyes, "So it wasn't you who got Zacharias Smith back for saying something about your prank for Valentine's day?"

"He had that one coming!"

Arlet dropped her head and laughed. "Oh Fred, what am I going to do with you?"

"I've got some ideas…" Fred took in a breath and inadvertently smelled the shampoo off her hair. Peaches. That was her favorite fruit, it only made sense it was in her shampoo as well.

Arlet stopped laughing suddenly and lifted her head to meet his eye. The silent sync flickered on like a switch. They knew they were in a serious moment now.

"I do love you, Arly. That wasn't a joke," Fred said, "And it's out of nowhere to you but to me it's been like this for years."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Arlet sighed. "Yes, I know I dated Alex but after that? You started going out with these girls and...I know it never lasted but it hurt that you kept choosing someone else."

"Like I said, I didn't think I was in your eyesight," Fred said, "You're so pretty, Arly. I don't want to be the one who—"

Arlet pressed a finger against his lips. "I think you're perfect," she said with absolutely no hesitancy. "I think you'd be the one to light the dark days that are sure to come. And you're funny, so funny, and so kind too. How could someone like that drag me down?"

"You'd be surprised at how quickly I wreck things…" Fred mumbled.

Arlet felt a little jolt of courage. It wasn't often that she was the bold one out of her and Fred. Actually, that had never really happened.

Arlet's hands cupped Fred's face again. She looked at him for a moment, absolutely adoring him, and kissed him.

The surprise wore off really quickly for Fred. It couldn't last long when he'd imagined it for so long. His hands went around her back, pressing her body flush against his. His lips meshed with hers, immediately taking a nip of her bottom lip. It was impossible not to smirk when he heard Arlet's little gasp. She was too adorable.

Arlet felt incredibly guilty for breaking such a slow, sensual kiss but she needed some air. It sounded like Fred was in the same position since they both panted for air.

"I love you too," Arlet said, "In case that wasn't clear."

"It's…it's clear…" Fred looked at her fondly, "Wish it would've been clear ages ago but better late than never, right?"

"Right," Arlet nodded, "So do you think we'll last then? All the way into that future you're so afraid of?"

"I'm hoping," Fred said, still clinging to that dreadful idea.

"Ah, you have no idea how much I love you," Arlet said, draping her arms over his shoulders, "All those girls before me have nothing on me. I love you more than they ever could."

Fred felt his heart do some sort of dance in his chest. He would say it was impossible but stuff like that usually happened whenever Arlet was around. "Well, you're never wrong so who am I to start arguing that now?" Arlet laughed. Fred bopped her nose and kissed her.

[orcaofmyheart99]

Three Times They Almost Kissed and One Time They Did

The first time

Before they moved to Scranton, Jim asked Karen out. Karen turned him down. While she did find Jim attractive, she wanted to focus on her new job.       

However, this was all turned upside down on the first morning of her arrival to the Scranton branch. As she walked in, a pretty young woman stood up and greeted her with a warm smile. 

“Hi, I’m Pam” She introduced herself.

“Karen” Karen replied as she shook her hand. She felt butterflies enter her stomach. 

Pam blushed slightly, making Karen wonder if she felt the same way.

 

After a few weeks of polite conversation, Karen found herself wanting to find more time to be alone with Pam. Michael had tasked Pam with cleaning out the fridge. The rest of the team were in a meeting with Michael. Normally Pam would be in the meeting taking notes, but she happily jumped at the opportunity of not being in there. Michael was going over an especially boring topic so there was bound to be a lot of costumes and offensive accents. Karen got out of the meeting by lying to Michael and telling him she had a lot of work to catch up on since she had been watching SNL at work instead of working. Michael bought it and let her out of the meeting. Karen walked into the kitchen, knowing Pam would be there. 

“Need some help?” She questioned.

Pam looked up from the fridge smiling.

“Yes, I would be very glad to have some help.”

Pam began handing Karen things from the fridge while Karen would determine whether or not they should be thrown away. They chatted about different things, wondering who was hooking up with who in the office.

“So, are you into anyone?” 

Pam smiled slightly. 

“I plead the 5th” She said teasingly.

“HHhmmm, ok” Karen responded. 

Pam accidentally dropped a container of some leftover spaghetti on the ground. Karen went to reach down for it the same time Pam was reaching for it. Their faces were very close together, barely separated. Both waited with baited breath, hoping one of them would close the gap. Just then Andy came in loudly singing. Karen stood up quickly trying to recover her composure. 

2nd time 

It was a little awkward for the next few days between Pam and Karen. Both tried to play it off as something not to worry about. They tried not to arouse suspicion lest Michael get wind of it. The second time they almost kissed was at the Benihana Christmas party. Pam was talking to some guy named Roy in the breakroom. The rest of the office had meandered into the bullpen. Roy headed out of the breakroom when he saw Karen enter. 

“Pretty fun party” She said to Pam.

“Yeah, we really pulled it together! Some compromises were made in the end, but I had a really fun time planning the party with you!” Pam said walking towards Karen.

Karen and Pam clinked glasses, both taking a sip of their cocktails. Music from the bullpen was spilling into the breakroom. Karen set down her drink. 

“Care for a dance?” Karen said in a silly tone of voice. 

“Why of course!” Pam responded giggling.

Karen took Pam’s hands in her own, spinning her around. Pam spun in close to her, their faces barely an inch from each other. Karen was about to lean in. Just then Kelly and Ryan pushed their way in, holding hands.

“Are we interrupting something?” Kelly asked giggling? 

Karen and Pam separated quickly, shaking their heads. 

3rd time

The third time was after a long day. Someone from corporate had come in and provided them all with mandatory workplace training. It was so mind numbing that she found herself wishing for Michael's costumes and characters. During the lunch break Pam went to her desk to check the voicemails and her emails. Karen sauntered over, leaning on Pam’s desk, grabbing some jelly beans. Karen smiled at Pam, making her blush. Karen peaked trying to see what Pam was looking at on her computer.

“New apartment?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, my current one is pretty shitty. I had to get it after I broke up with Roy. I want something better. I deserve better.” 

“Yes, you do” Karen said grinning. 

Karen came around the desk to get a better look at the apartment. 

“Seems cute” She remarked while looking directly into Pam’s hazel eyes. Pam’s eyes lit-up.

As the meeting was called back to order Pam stood up nearly knocking into Karen. They stood there awkwardly for a moment until they realized the whole bullpen was watching them. 

They quickly got back into the conference room. 

The final time

Everyone had finally left after a long day of meetings and tough phone calls. Karen and Pam were the last ones left. Pam closed her computer down while Karen put on her coat. As Pam got out her key to lock up the office Karen took her hand and pulled her close. Without hesitation Karen pulled her in, kissing her. Pam wrapped her hands around Karen’s neck, gently opening up her lips. They made out for a few minutes before hurriedly leaving the office. “Let’s go to my apartment” Karen suggested 

Pam giggled squeezing her hand “Yes, lets go.” 

[girlfromthecrypt]

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog :)

-@mthollowell-writes

I tried to go for some funny stuff about me idk. Hope it doesn't come off too "qUiRkY" haha... ha.... I'm already regretting this I'm so sleep deprived rn

Fact No. 1: I believe that Jelly Beans are the best candy ever created. They're colorful, they make lovely noises when you rustle them around and they kinda like clink off against each other, and they taste amazing.

Fact No. 2: There are certain words that trigger violent urges within me. As in, words that I hate with a burning passion. I think they're dumb, they make whoever says them sound dumb, and they did not deserve to be invented. They're not even offensive, they're just normal words but idk they make me angry. I bet this is more common than I think it is (pls tell me it's more common than I think it is)

Fact No. 3: I write (for the most part) extremely long series on Reddit/nosleep. Each series is a little longer with more experimental content and subplots than the last, because each series, I hold back a little less.

And on that frightening note, thank you very much for the ask mt!

[imthefailedartist]

British Invasion 3.0, (2023)

My feelings on Love Again, 2023, Strouse

Was very cute. I laughed, I cried.

Not liking Céline Dion. Red flag.

I love her sitting on the floor with him. And her telling him to come back to her as a man.

I also noticed that the ENTIRE cast is English (Save for Céline Dion and Nick Jonas and the EIC), and the movie is set in America with American characters. Why?!?!

What was the point of that? Why not just set it in London at a British newspaper? Russell Tovey has a terrible American accent. Why is he not English. Sam Heughan can't keep his straight. At some point, he says, "the accent helps," and I was confused. Is he supposed to be Scottish? Priyanka Chopra's accent is fine she just has a lilt to her voice

Same for The Devil All the Time (2020). Except for a few side characters, they are all not American. And other movies. What the fuck is going on?

I know Mira and Joel are supposed to be having a terrible date. They are, but Priyanka and Nick have chemistry. Mira can fix him.

This solidifies my belief in the rumor that English actors are cheaper to get. No offense. I'm just really over the English accent and tired of being bamboozled when watching a cast interview, and an actor opens their mouth and jellied eels, mushy peas, & beans on toast falls out.

Looked closer into Céline relationship with Renée. Shouldn't have done that.

[crispyappless]

No offense, but I'm kinda over the new trend of squishy, slightly textured, jelly bean animation style.

[gothic-lottie]

Happy Halloween month!

Since it's the only Halloween I've written so far, here's Isobel and Anne's full Halloween ball scene.

When we made it to the Death Day Party Room, the Ball was already in full swing with music, decorations, and more ghosts than I'd seen here any of the times I'd come to draw it. Anne dragged me to the middle of the dance floor immediately.

“I'll lead since you don't know how to dance, is that alright?”

“Of course. I'm just hoping not to make a fool of myself.”

She grinned and held one of my hands before guiding the other to her shoulder and setting hers on my waist. She walked me through a simple waltz for the first song before trying some other steps for the second. By the end of that, she seemed a bit pale and seemed as though she might faint.

“We should go sit down. You don't seem well.” 

Anne nodded as I led her to a table in the corner so she could rest for a minute. 

“Do you need anything, darling? I can get you a drink or something to eat if you'd like.”

“I just need a moment. Some water would be nice but isn't all the food here… ghost food?”

“Yes but I plan ahead.” I retrieved the basket of snacks and drinks I'd left here earlier that morning from the corner and passed her a bottle of water. “I have peppermint toads and plenty of other sweets as well as “pumpkin juice” though I'm not sure how good that can be… I heard it was popular. How would one juice a pumpkin?”

“You haven't tried pumpkin juice?”

“I don't like trying things. I stick to my safe foods most of the time.”

“What if something you haven't tried would become a safe food if you just tried it once? Wouldn't that make your life easier?”

“I… suppose it would.”

“Have you even tried most of the sweets you brought me? Don't you always carry sweets?”

“No, I haven't tried them. Yes, I do often carry sweets but they're normal butterscotch candies. Father Issac carries them to give to sad people and I picked up the habit from him.”

“You're trying things today.”

“I don't want to.”

“One bite of each thing and you don't have to eat more if you don't like it.”

“Fine, but I'm not trying those God forsaken jelly beans. You might like gambling with your taste but I don't.”

“Deal. No bad beans. Perhaps if we discover some things you like, we can join the boys for the post Halloween sweets sales.”

“Alright, but I don't think I'll like any of them.”

“Challenge accepted. Let's start off easy. Chocolate frogs.”

“I've tried one. They move and I find it stressful.”

“Okay… that's fair.” She set the chocolate frog boxes aside. “My favorite then, Peppermint Toads.”

“Same issue as the frogs.”

“I should have seen that coming.” She set those aside as well after popping one in her mouth. “Oh, here we go. Cauldron Cakes. Those don't move at all and they're chocolate which you can't possibly dislike.” she slid the aforementioned cauldron cake across the table.

“Alright, that seems rather non offensive.” Anne cracked open a pumpkin juice as I nibbled at the edge of the sweet.

“Come on, take a real bite. You won't know if you like it unless you do.”

“Fine.”

After a bite and a few minutes of fiddling, I discovered I do like cauldron cakes but only if I peel the chocolate coating off then eat it separately from the cake part. Anne was horrified. She said seeing a “naked cauldron cake” was traumatizing. She decided it was time for another dance after that so she could recover from my strange eating habits. I rolled my eyes and followed along. After just one dance, Anne seemed rather shaky. 

“Do we need to take another break?”

“I don't want to…”

“Well, how about I lead for the next song so you can lean on me a bit and we'll take a break after that. We have more sweets to try after all.”

Anne smiled and kissed me briefly. “That would be perfect. Thank you, my sweet Bell.”

We danced for hours, taking breaks after each song to try sweets. I discovered throughout the night that I, rather predictably, can't stand any of the animated sweets and don't like fizzing whizbees but I love acid pops and blowing gum. I already knew I liked licorice wands as they were Professor Fig's favorite. According to Anne, that's an unpopular opinion.

As the Ball stretched on, our breaks became longer and more frequent and Anne leaned on me more until she finally asked to return to The Room. I carried her most of the way there. 

Chapter 7, "How Can I Live Without You?", Is up now on ao3

Making Some Sense of This fic link

(Book 1 link)

I fluffed the skirt and made sure everything was laying correctly before taking a deep breath, praying she'd like it.

“Okay, you can look”

Anne opened her eyes and gasped upon seeing her dress. “You didn't… Bell, you made my dress! Oh Merlin, it's beautiful. It's better than I could have ever imagined! How long did this take?”

“Almost three months of pretty much all my free time but it was worth it I think.”

“Oh, you shouldn't have… when will I ever wear it?”

“Oh, here we go. Cauldron Cakes. Those don't move at all and they're chocolate which you can't possibly dislike.” she slid the aforementioned cauldron cake across the table.

“Alright, that seems rather non offensive.” Anne cracked open a pumpkin juice as I nibbled at the edge of the sweet.

“Come on, take a real bite. You won't know if you like it unless you do.”

“Fine.”

After a bite and a few minutes of fiddling, I discovered I do like cauldron cakes but only if I peel the chocolate coating off then eat it separately from the cake part. Anne was horrified. She said seeing a “naked cauldron cake” was traumatizing.

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[sammyshuno]

Pretty sure Peanut Butter lucked out in the genetics department....

[rere-the-writer]

Can I request poly!Mikaelsons when they find out Reader is pregnant. I loved the headcanons.

Yessssss let's go boys!

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Protective!Mikaelsons

As much as it annoyed them, your lovers let you go on this little adventure of helping Hayley. The wolf had became your close friend after you lost the Scooby gang because they couldn't let go that you were seeing the Originals.

"I'll be careful Elijah. Hals won't let nothing happen to me." You tell your noble boyfriend who frown as Klaus rolled his eyes.

"No offense love but you are unbelievably dumb when it comes to trusting people."

"Niklaus!" Elijah said as you blinked tilting your head as Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"No.....I just like people."

"And there is nothing wrong with that baby." Elijah says softly kissing your head as Klaus smirked.

"Besides if you are harmed I'll tear the little wolf's thoat out." Klaus says as you shivered shaking your head getting peppered with goodbye kisses from Elijah. Both Rebekah and Kol gave you their own goodbye making Hayley blush watching Rebekah give you a heated kiss your face was burning as Kol chuckled kissing your cheek.

"Marking territory sister?"

"Just letting Hayley know who our bunny belongs to."

You and Hayley made it down to New Orleans looking for some leads about Hayley's birth parents and pack. You were in awe with the city as you made sure to call Elijah and Rebekah gushing to them how you were falling in love with the city and how you may not leave.

"So the witches think your pregnant with Klaus's baby?" You ask Hayley as she nodded. You and Hayley had been taken by witches as they believed that Hayley carried Klaus's child even though she was never left alone with Klaus.

"Damn it she isn't the pregnant one."

"What if the other one is." The witch named Sophie said and all the witches turned to look at you. Another witch you learned was named Sabine grabbed you pulling over to Jane Ann. They did the spell again then looked at your abdomen.

Klaus was pissed hearing that witches of New Orleans was plotting something against him so the hybrid travel down to the city which would allow him to be left alone with you. Elijah had followed to find you since you hadn't called in awhile and also to find out just what the witches were planning.

"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked Sophie after saving her from vampires. After talking to the witch about her sister, Elijah was taken to the cemetery and the witches couldn't stop you from running to your vampire.

"Elijah!" You shouted throwing your arms around Elijah who growled feeling you shiver as your sundress wasn't doing much to keep you warm. Elijah took off his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders and Hayley walked out seeing Elijah and her heart fluttered with how handsome the vampire was.

Hayley met Klaus, Rebekah and Kol so it was his first time seeing Elijah and found Elijah every attractive. Hayley felt a little jealous seeing the vampire cupping your cheek seemly showering you with affection.

"Why do you have my little wife?" Elijah asked his tone having a dangerous tint to it as his eyes darken keeping you close rubbing your back. Both Hayley and the witches were surprised watching you look up at Elijah muttering something and Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"You think she is pregnant?"

"Come inside where we can talk." Sophie says Elijah followed after with you by his side. Elijah stood with his hands in his pockets as you sat with Hayley.

"My sister died proving that Y/N is pregnant with Klaus's child."

"You do realize Niklaus will slaughter you all about this little lie."

"It isn't. Listen to the heartbeat! When he woke his wolf side, it made a loop hole." Sophie told Elijah who narrowed his eyes but did as told. Elijah's breathing hitched hearing the heartbeat.

"I need to find Niklaus. Hayley make sure Y/N stays safe." Elijah said walking out as you sat feeling like crying as Elijah was hard to read and you were scared. It didn't take long for Elijah to come back with Klaus.

"Don't look sad, my Queen. I'll take care of these witches." Klaus said looking over you as Elijah was trying to stay calm as Klaus had placed a hand on your abdomen smiling softly as Hayley got to see the full fury of two of the most dangerous Mikaelsons.

"So you hold my Queen and unborn child as hostage to make me do your dirty work?" Klaus said smirking devilishly eyes darken as Elijah moved to in front of you almost guarding you from the witches.

"We want Marcel gone and you are the one to do it." Sophie said grabbing a knife as the witches were nervous as having two dangerous Originals in the same room.

"And what's stopping me and Elijah from slaughtering you all?" Klaus questioned smirking as Sophie cut her hand and you let out a ylep. Elijah was quick to pull out a handkerchief handing it to Hayley who wrapped it around your hand.

"Not only did the spell proved the pregnancy but also linked me to Y/N. So anything that happens to me happens to her." Sophie said and Elijah was quick to stop Klaus from attacking. Elijah looked at the witches his eyes dark with something they hadn't seen before.

"We'll do this but Y/N and Hayley comes with us or else I'll let my brother slaughter this coven. And Miss Deveraux, I would personally deal with you."

"O.....okay." Sophie said shivering from the fear that flooded her and the other witches. You squealed when Klaus picked you up bridal style carrying you out of the tomb with Elijah beside him telling him to be careful with you.

"So is she like dating all of you?" Hayley asked Elijah as you all headed to a plantation house that Klaus had set up.

"She is. To Niklaus, she is a Queen, to Kol a life partner while Rebekah and I affectionately call her little wife." Elijah says smiling seeing that you fell asleep in Klaus's arms.

"Oh....isn't weird?"

"No. She isn't the first, we've shared a lover before." Elijah tells Hayley opening the door for her seeing Klaus taking you upstairs. As days passed Elijah went missing making Kol and Rebekah drive down worried about Elijah and missing you.

"Kol! Rebekah!" You squealed happily hugging them both as Hayley watched.

"Nik wasn't lying." Kol muttered hearing the heart beat like Rebekah. You tried helping to find Elijah with Rebekah while Kol was helping Klaus and Hayley was reading though Elijah's journal. Rebekah could see you were missing Elijah as you were wearing his botton ups and you only slept in his bed.

"A church?" You asked sitting in Kol's lap as he braiding your hair as Rebekah had came back from learning a general idea on where Elijah was.

"Yes now where is our wolf?"

"Hayley is upstairs."

To say you were overly happy that Elijah was home would be an understatement after Rebekah hugged him. You ran down jumping into Elijah's arms and he caught you with ease.

"Careful, baby. The little one." Elijah says softly pecking your lips as Hayley watched feeling a little jealous.

"Eli, they are still a little jelly bean." You giggle as Elijah raised an eyebrow and Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Her and Kol has been calling the baby a jelly bean."

"I see. Has Niklaus been good?"

"Over protective. He hasn't let our poor babe leave the house." Rebekah answered as Elijah let you down.

"Please Rebekah, you and Kol hadn't like her out of your sight. Not since the witch attack." Klaus said stealing you away from Elijah only for Elijah to steal you back.

"Witch attack?"

"Angus bought up a doctor out in the bayou to check on the baby. Y/N thought it was a bad idea, Hayley thought it would be safe."

"Since then Rebekah hadn't let Hayley near her too." Kol says as Rebekah crossed her arms huffing as Elijah chuckled touching you abdomen.

"Protecting Y/N and baby is important so Rebekah did what she had to." Elijah says kissing your head as you giggle. You all settled for the night you and Rebekah slept in Elijah's bed that night with on Elijah and Rebekah cuddled into his side.

Hayley came down the next morning finding you in Elijah's lap as he reading with Klaus and Kol sitting on the couch reading also. You layed your head on Elijah's shoulder listening to his soft voice reading to you and Rebekah came in.

"Is this the first thing you do when we are all back together. Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as Hayley watched catch a glimpse into an everyday look in the Mikaelson home.

"Reading edifies the mind dear sister. Isn't that right Elijah?"

"Yes that's quite right Niklaus." Elijah answered waking you a bit making Elijah kiss your forehead as an apology. Hayley noticed the dead girl on the coffee table.

"And this nonsense?"

"This our brothers form of an apology." Elijah said helping you stad up from his lap as you gently rubbing your belly headed off to the kitchen.

"Nik and I thought that our big brother was hungry after his time in a coffin."

"And I informed my baby brothers that forgiveness can not be bought." Elijah said looking at Rebekah.

"Well she is staining a 200 year old carpet."

"Oh yes....that she is." Elijah muttered getting up to check on you as Kol and Klaus smirked looking at Hayley. They noticed the look in Hayley's eyes as she wasn't the first woman to fall for Elijah at first sight.

"Goodmorning, little wife." Elijah said watching you take out some yogurt which he took over getting you a bowl.

"Morning, I missed you."

"And I you. Here eat baby." Elijah says giving you the bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. You blinked see Rebekah drag the dead body through the kitchen.

"Who do we have to kill?"

"Probably no one!" Elijah called out to her as you looked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, potentially everyone." Elijah muttered as Hayley walked in seeing you sitting on a stool and Elijah behind you hands on your abdomen.

"So.... this miracle baby thing, how are you going to unlink her from Sophie?"

"I have a plan. Niklaus is doing his own plan with Kol." Elijah said kissing your head taking your dirty bowl and Kol decided to cling to you.

"What plan?"

"A plan to take the Quarter from Marcel. Then give our pregnant Queen the castle she deserves." Kol says smirking as you laughed lightly and Elijah smirked. Hayley was sure how to handle the Mikaelsons while you seemed to handle them perfectly well.

"This was another home of ours?" You asked Rebekah walking into the Abattoir with her getting a few stares from some vampires. Rebekah found it adorable how in awe you were.

"Yes before Mikael drove us away." Rebekah said watching you stand in front of the fountain rubbing your bumb.

"You think the baby will like here?"

"Yes, sweet love." Rebekah said kissing your temple when Kol joined you both standing behind your resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Elijah made sure your bedroom was in the middle of ours so you wouldn't have to go far."

"That's sweet of him." You said leaning back against Kol and both vampires moved you three to the den. You sat leaning back against Kol as Rebekah lay in front of you on the couch with you showing your favorite Disney movie.

You three fell asleep like this and how Klaus and Elijah found you three. Elijah gently covered you three with a blanket and gently rubbed your baby bump then sat in a chair and Klaus taking another. It was nice to enjoy the peace while they could while keeping an eye on you and soon to be newest Mikaelson.