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Could you do a brother’s best friend!Megumi x reader?

like her brother being overprotective, but being oblivious of his best friend’s crush on her sister?

(not the) best kept secret

- fushiguro megumi x reader

cool, brooding and handsome. your crush on your brother's best friend is a secret you only keep to yourself. little do you know, he too feels the same. and so, your love story—and the trials and tribulations that come with it—begins.

genre/warnings: college au, reader being yuji's little sister and him and your family being protective, fluff, mutual pining, tiny weeny angst if you squint? with happy ending ofc!

notes: awww anon, this ask is so cute and so hidden love-coded! did you watch hidden love too? because this piece draws inspiration from that ehe. and uh it turned out longer than i expected and i haven't proofread it but pls enjoy!

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You have had a crush on your brother’s best friend, Megumi, for a while now.

Actually, scratch that. For a long time now, since you were in middle school, in fact.

In your eyes, he was really cool. He was reserved and not very talkative, which was a stark contrast to your brother Yuji, who could talk a mile a minute every day. It always baffled you why the two could be bosom friends.

And he treated you well. Megumi may have bonked Yuji’s head at any given chance, but with you, he was different. He was gentler, kinder, and overall just considerate. Sometimes he would even pick you up in your brother’s place, and your heart would beat out of your chest from sheer giddiness.

Little did you know, he too didn’t quite see you as a mere sister of his friend.

It started with head pats. You heart would flutter and he would be more conscious of his actions. Yuji had furrowed an righteous eyebrow at the sight.

“Oi, Fushiguro, that’s some favoritism there!” he whined. “I helped you with homework and what did I get—”

“Shut up, Itadori.”

And then the text messages. You didn’t know how or why you ended up texting him on daily basis. He was the one who texted you first a few months ago, having obtained your number from a mutual friend in your circle to ask about the best gift for Yuji’s birthday. And somehow up until now, you found yourselves telling him how your day went, and he the same.

you: i've just finished my class today. so tired megumi: oh? mine is still in session. quite boring you: i see. well, ganbatte!

Those little interactions made your day, and for now, you were quite satisfied with them. But when your phone buzzed once again, signaling a new text, you couldn't resist the urge to swiftly open the messaging app to expect the expected.

megumi: wanna grab lunch later?

It was so incredibly childish, but you felt like winning.

Lunch invitations were often. You spent the whole duration of lunch with him almost every day at this point. The two of you talked about many mundane things, and he would have this small smile whenever you griped about your hard tests or annoying classmates.

Head pats. Texts. Lunches.

And then there was Nobara.

Now, don't get me wrong. You adored her—she was a fun person, pretty and you even looked up to her as your role model at some point. If Yuji somehow ended up with her, you were sure to give them 200% of your blessings.

But seeing her with Megumi was another story. Sometimes you envied your brother's close knit group of three. They had been friends since middle school, and it was granted that Nobara would spend a whole load of time with both your brother and Megumi. With Yuji, she was harsher and didn't take him seriously, but you couldn't deny what your peers had been whispering and what you yourself found very plausible—she and Megumi would make a fine match.

It wasn't your intention at all, but ever since you saw him and Nobara at the toy shop together, pulling for popular merchandises in gacha box, you started losing confidence in yourself and inadvertently put this distance between you and him.

At first it was subtle, Megumi didn't even realize it. But when your replies were few and far in between, he decided it was time to address the problem.

"You don't answer my texts," he stated one day, barely catching you at campus during the lunchtime. Now that he thought about it, you kept denying his lunch invitations too. "Are you avoiding me?"

"I, um," you stuttered. You didn't anticipate running into him, to be honest, and so you were at loss of words. "It isn't like that..."

Megumi figured that he had done something to make you feel like you should avoid him, but he didn't want the two of you to be in this awkward situation any longer, so he led you away from the crowd to your usual place of hanging out after lunch—the rooftop.

"Have I done something?" he asked warily. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"No, Megumi, I—"

"I don't want us to be like—this," Megumi said, his face contorting with a deep frown. "I don't like it at all."

Typically, he regarded friendships as a pain, but not with you. Not with the girl he had been pining over for who knows how long now.

Yuji's sister. He had to remind himself of that fact so many times and yet his heart didn't seem to get it. You were his best friend's dearest sister, and yet he fell for you regardless. If Yuji knew, he would definitely had some opinions on this.

And so for the last few months, he kept it hidden under his sleeves. He approached you, befriended you, took you out on lunch dates—acting on his growing feelings for you and yet he didn't have the courage to confess still.

But enough was enough. If not confessing meant losing you altogether, then he was willing to take the risk. At the very least, if you did reject him, he would have gone down with a fight.

"Y/N, I don't know if you're already aware of this or not, but..." he gulped. Apparently this wasn't as easy as he thought, especially when you met his gaze with your cutely confused ones.

"I have feelings for you. I... like you, quite much."

His voice was clear, without any hint of doubt. You were taken aback and widened your eyes out of surprise.

"You do...?" you shyly asked him back, finding it hard to believe. Fushiguro Megumi, the boy you've been crushing on since you were 15, when you were only able to hide behind Yuji and saw him from afar. The boy who once was indifferent to you, was now confessing his feelings for you? He liked you back in the same way you liked him?

"I do," he replied with clarity, and then a smile. That small smile that always made your insides do somersaults. "I want to ask you out for a while now, but since well... you know... out of consideration for your brother, I felt like I couldn't simply whisk you away."

To his surprise, you laughed, and Megumi found himself breathless. The way you laugh was so mesmerizing in his eyes, reminding him why he could fall in love with you in the first place.

"I like you too, Megumi."

And that was all he needed. Apparently that confirmation was enough to forget that you were the sister of his long-time friend, and that it was fine even if you were. After all, since when was it a crime to romance your best friend's sister?

Still, you two decided to keep it under the wraps first. Springing this on Yuji would startle him, you reasoned, and he agreed. It was more convenient this way anyways.

Your relationship with Megumi was a happy one. He was curt, but never failed to look out for you. He remembered things you liked, and would take you out on places you wanted to go. Arguments were there—granted, sometimes he was just too stubborn, so you may have a clash of opinions—but in the end, the two of you always managed to work it out.

But there was always something melancholic in Megumi that you weren't sure you could touch at all. Perhaps it was due to his upbringing—his incomplete family. You tried to fill that gap, giving him many fun and happy memories, hoping it would replace his sad ones. He was grateful for that.

Nonetheless, the reality persisted that your brother, Yuji, remained completely oblivious to all of this. Yuji still thought that you were his innocent younger sister, and Megumi was his best bro. Sometimes you felt bad to do all this behind his back, and yet you made no move to rectify it.

“Hey, let’s ask Fushiguro to join too!” Yuji would say, and you would agree. And then, in front of him, you and Megumi would refrain from being too friendly, and he would be none the wiser.

All things have karma. You have built your karma too, for deceiving your kind and sweet brother.

"Fushiguro! How could you?!"

When Yuji's fist collided with his jaw, honestly Megumi had given up on fighting back, because one, there was no chance of winning against him, and two, your scream pierced the air, filled with worry for him.

You two just had to be found out in the worst way possible—while making out. It was wrong in so many levels in the first place. Why and how did you even initiate making out in your house that you shared with your brother?

"It could've been anyone," Yuji fumed with anger, his teeth clenching. "Anyone at all! And yet it has to be Y/N—my own sister! Fushiguro, have you ever considered the magnitude of betrayal this is to me?"

"Yuji! Please stop!" you tried to intervene. "He's not at wrong—it was me who—"

"No, you don't get any say in this!" for the first time, you saw your kind brother got angry and it made you quiver in fear. Yuji had never been angry, not to you. "You too, Y/N. How could do this behind my back? The least you could do is telling me!"

"I'm an adult!" you stressed, now irritated at this display of protectiveness from him. "I can date whoever I want and you can't just punch the man who happens to be my boyfriend!"

Honestly, if asked, Yuji wasn’t like 100% against your relationship with Megumi. He and Megumi practically grew up together, he knew the best and worst parts of him, and overall he still considered him decent.

But what made it hurt was that the two of you decided to leave him out. It made him doubt everything he knew about his best friend. How could he trust his sister to someone he found hard to trust?

He turned to Megumi, who was still slumped on the floors of his garage. “No. If he really likes you that much, then he will willingly accept this.”

Megumi understood, if his own sister was dating… let’s say, someone like Gojo, whom he trusted but not at the same time, he too would definitely beat the crap out of him.

And so he willingly endured all the blows. Yuji had to let off steam, and this pain was worth everything if it meant he would give his blessing for you.

Yuji was taken aback that his friend actually let him do this. When Megumi got thrown one last time and almost passed out, Yuji finally decided that it was the end.

His best friend and his sister… it was almost laughable if he didn’t feel like the biggest fool between the two of you.

He saw how you immediately sauntered towards him with tears in your eyes, muttering several apologies. Yuji wanted to snort, but then Megumi took a hold of your hand that was on his bruised cheek, and smiled, saying that it was okay.

And despite himself, his heart felt warm. Seeing the usual gruff and cold Megumi be this… soft with you seemed to open his eyes to something more.

Looking back, he could’ve had realized it when Megumi started to get touchy with you. He completely missed that the head pats were actually his subtle way of expressing his fondness for you.

Yuji decided to leave you be. At least he had made his point across, and he hated to say it outright, but perhaps, it was okay after all for you to be with him.

Okay didn’t mean you two had obtained his full blessing, though. But another event soon changed his perspective.

“Itadori,” Megumi’s ragged breaths was what he registered first through the sudden phone call. “Please come here—Y/N—she was—”

It was Yuji’s first time to witness pure panic from Megumi. He proceeded to tell him how you had been in pain and then collapsed, and that he had brought you to the hospital.

When Yuji arrived at the hospital, he once again saw how restless his friend was over your wellbeing. He could no longer deny it—the sight moved him.

“Hey, you awake?” Megumi’s face was the first you saw when you awoke at the hospital bed. He looked so concerned, a frown creased deep in his face. “Are you not in pain anymore?”

No, not quite much anymore, you wanted to say, but your throat felt so dry and you only managed to shake your head lightly.

“That’s good,” he let out a relieved sigh, and that was when you notice your brother at the corner of the room, looking at you two with a somewhat exasperated expression, but then he smiled.

Who knew a severe case of appendicitis would lead to Yuji giving his complete approval for you to date his best friend, huh?

But life is nothing if not full of obstacles. The next obstacle you faced after Yuji’s finding out was your parents.

“Look Y/N, we know. Megumi is a good guy,” you mother started. “We've known him for a long time, of course, personality-wise, we have nothing against him.”

You bit your lower lip in frustration. Beside you at the dinner table, Yuji kept his silence, but listened attentively too.

“It’s just… the matters of his family,” your father added, carefully choosing his words.

“His father is never in the picture, is he? And there are also rather unsettling news about him too.” Your mother was always the one being more straightforward.

Both you and Yuji knew it already. As of now, Megumi only had his stepsister, and last you heard, his father was gambling somewhere and then became a convict. Megumi said he had cut ties with him, but there was no such thing as an ex-father. Until forevermore, Fushiguro Toji, a criminal, was his biological father.

“Mom, I know your concern,” Yuji had finally decided to step up, and you were grateful for that. “Fushiguro won’t end up—”

“Yes, we know,” your mother emphasized, letting out a sigh. “But we are your parents, Yuji, Y/N. If there’s even the slightest chance, we worry. We want the best for you. Always.”

You were at a loss.

You were young, and yet you already saw him in your distant future. Being with Megumi felt so right and comfortable. He was your safe space as you were his.

But you also understood where your parents’ concerns came from, or at least tried to. At least until you found out how your father approached Megumi to talk him into thinking your relationship over.

"How could you, Dad?" you asked, aghast. "You're... practically intimidating him into breaking up with me!"

"Y/N, listen—I never meant it like that," your father tried to explain himself, and yet you were already too heartbroken to hear him, and so you shut the door to your room, not giving him any chance.

Why did your relationship suddenly become everyone's business? Why couldn't they just let you be an adult?

Megumi could still hear your father's words rang in his ears.

"Y/N... we raised her with love and care," your father said with a forlorn expression. By all means, Megumi knew that he meant well. "She's always spoiled, my only daughter... Megumi-kun, you must understand, it's not easy for us too."

He knew that his rather colorful past would get in the way one way or another, and he had come to accept it. But it still stung, because of course, he wanted full blessings from the family of the girl he fell in love with.

You were like a ray of sunshine in his dreary life. Like Yuji, your presence had made an impact on him. Your cute smiles, pouts and vulnerability around him... he loved them all.

He would get upset when you looked sad, just as you were now.

"It's really okay... Y/N." He swiftly wiped your tears with his thumb, as you sniffled. "I didn't take it to heart. Your father is just worried about you... I can understand that."

"But still—h-he shouldn't do that," you replied amidst your small sobs. Above all, you didn't want your father to have spooked him. "Megumi... I don't want to break up with you."

And honestly he didn't expect that. You were afraid of him... leaving you?

He, who did everything he could, just to have you to be by his side?

"Sir, I know where you are coming from. As of now, I don't have much. But I can say this with confidence—I... love your daughter very much, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she is happy."

"Stupid," he huffed, putting a hand on your head, before messing up your hair. And gosh, you were so cute, glaring at him through your lashes.

"I won't. I've told your father that too actually."

"Just give me two years," Megumi added with unwavering voice, staring at your father earnestly. "After graduation, I'm getting my life in order. I'll secure a stable job and do my best. I'm... going to prove it to you, and you can be the judge if I can finally deserve Y/N or not."

He was 16 when he knew you, seeing you as nothing but a little girl too timid to approach him. And he was 19 when he realized that you were everything he wanted in a girl of his dreams.

At one point in his life, Megumi thought it was okay to be alone. But ever since getting to know you, he realized that loving and being loved by you were the greatest happiness of existence.

"Thank you," he muttered afterwards, as you were still starstruck that he apparently had the balls to declare something like that before your father.

"Thank you for giving me so much love. Because of you, I realized that I too deserve to be loved."

You could feel tears glassing your eyes once again. “You are. I’m glad that you finally think so.”

And that was it—your love story. Something that had started when you were 15, and ended ten years later when you were 25, with swearing your love for each other in front of the sacred altar before your closest family and friends, and Megumi by your side.

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romanoffprentiss · 2 years ago

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Emily's Car

A/N: I am seriously running out of Emily GIFS to use, also requests are always open

Working with a bunch of profilers left little to be secret. If it wasn't them profiling you then you were sure your son, James' excited blabbing would reveal anything. One secret he seemed to keep very well hidden was your late night companion. Emily and you originally were just fooling around. You didn't want anything serious just stress relief during cases, your job kept you busy enough the little time you did have you wanted to spend with your son. Despite your best efforts you fell for Emily quickly and even more so with how open she was about your son. It helped that James was well acquainted with the rest of the team so when Emily came over for movie nights, he wasn't thrown off.

Slowly her role became bigger, your heart melts whenever they interact. Emily never complained about it, she would gladly be on daycare duty, and offered to coach his t-ball team when the coach backed out. Which led to her most recent purchase. You were almost annoyed with how much time she took researching and double checking to find the safest possible car seat.

After two hours in the store Emily walks out with the carseat feeling accomplished,

"you know this means he's going to want to go with you everywhere now right?" you inform her and she smiles as she begins to try and install it,

"exactly that's how I get his hot mom in the car too" she winks and you scoff and gently push her aside to help her install the seat.

Just as you anticipated the second James found out about the seat he wanted to go with Emily everywhere. She had already spent most of her time at your place that every morning James would pout until Emily could take him. You would have to drive separate for the sake of keeping things secret from the team.

Though the day was simply a paperwork day you ended up staying a lot later than planned and your sister picked up James and brought him to you. Once your sister put him down Penelope held her arms open for James but he quickly ran to Emily,

"Emmy ! look what I drew today" he squealed as he showed the paper of his scribbles,

"oh who knew you were an artist" she complimented and he giggled before squirming out of her arms and ran over to Penelope,

"you got a new favorite aunt now?" she teased and he kissed her cheek,

"alright I forgive you" she relented and you chuckled. JJ and Derek didn't miss the way the James gravitated to Emily the whole time and decided to plan to investigate further.

When leaving the office that day you left quickly saying how James was getting tired but really you didn't want the team to hear James beg to go with Emily since that would surely give it away.

That night with James in Emily's lap and you snuggling into her side as Cars plays you look at her phone to see her looking at houses,

"baby?" you ask and she looks at you kissing your head,

"just thinking" she comments and you smile,

"send me ones you like" you say and she grins,

"aye aye captain" she salutes but James quickly shushes you both.

about a month later and you are standing in an empty house with James on your hip. Emily's heels can be heard clacking against the floor upstairs,

"welcome home Jamie" you say and he smiles,

"Is Emmy staying forever now?" he asks and you nod with a smile,

"yep we are all going to live together now" you tell him and show him around showing him where his room will be. While you watch James excitedly explain how he wants his room, Emily walks in and wraps her arms around you from behind, settling her chin on your shoulder,

"I think its time to tell the team" she comments and you nod,

"yeah Im surprised Jamie hasn't given it away yet" you joke and she chuckles,

"I want the world to know, also we will have to put in an address change so that might give it away" she says and you smile turning in her embrace and kissing her gently,

"EWWWW!" James runs over pushing your legs to push you two apart,

"well I have to give kisses to someone" Emily teased and chased after him making a kissy face as James screamed and ran giggling. You were so glad that they could run around now, no neighbors to complain about James' squealing, Emily had already ordered a play set outside for Jamie along with a tee ball set and had plans to take him to buy his first glove tomorrow. Telling the team didn't seem so scary anymore. It excited you to be able to tell everyone how happy the profiler made you. Too bad you won't remember telling them.

It was a tough case and Rossi offered to buy drinks and you can't really object to that. The whole team went over to the local bar and drinks were flowing. Emily offered to be the Designated Driver which everyone appreciated but in reality she had to be up at 6 to coach James' first tee-ball game.

Once it was getting late and only Derek, JJ, Penelope and yourself and of course Emily. You all pile into Emily's car,

"Em?" JJ asks as she climbs inside,

"yeah jj?" she asks looking into the rear view mirror and realizing she didn't put the carseat in the trunk,

"oh shit how did that get there" Emily plays dumb and you let out a loud laugh. They look at you confused as you turn to Emily.

"that's Jamie's, he loves being with his Emmy...almost as much as I do" you say clearly drunk and turn to the team,

"now get in the car, James is still with my sister for the night so I want to get laid all over our new house" you wink and relax into your seat closing your eyes as the rest of them stare at you in shock,

"surprise?" Emily shrugs and Derek grins,

"oh I knew it ! you finally bagged the hot mama" he patted Emily's shoulder and she chuckled shaking her head,

"yeah now buckle up I have a tee-ball game to coach" she says and they all buckled with smiles on their faces seeing how happy you two were as you held Emily's hand over the console.

#emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss

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treesandtheirberries · 3 years ago

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality PART 2

part one

(Thank you all for liking the last post, my heart is so full.)

More about the twins, parents' discussions, and a girl's day of insight and vulnerability.

WC: 3.5 k

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After tucking June in bed, much to her playful annoyance, Harry made his way to the bedroom where the love of his life was resting. Crossing the hallway, he smiled to himself. There was nothing he loved more than being a trusted father. Having this responsibility lifted him, it guided him to be even better. Just replaying the conversation he had in his head was bringing extra moisture to his eyes. What could he say? He was a natural softie, this (y/n) knew so it was no different with his babies.

Right before making it to his shared bedroom, he instead turned to make his way to the younger ones' room. (y/n) might possibly be crossed with him if she finds out he awoke them just for some kisses, but she didn't have to know.

Shuffling into the room, lit by a nightlight that displayed soft stars on the kids' ceiling, he noticed both of them whispering to one another. Having them share a room was the conscious decision of the parents. Although they had a few rooms to spare, they preferred the twins to sleep together, as they quickly noticed how the two reacted when apart. Oftentimes, they'll find Mick in Mazzy's bed, or vice-versa. It is clear to the parents that the twins are most comfortable with one another, and separating them seemed borderline abusive.

"Hmmm, what're you two on about? Late, innit?" Harry softly spoke, with a smile on his face to clear any seriousness in his words.

"Dadaaaa" Mazzy dragged, smiling that her father was here. She sat up on her bed, making grabby arms as to drag her father further into the room. He was so weak for his babies and quickly made his way to her.

"Mazzy meet friends today. Talk dada," Mick explained in an annoyed tone, which Harry obviously found hilarious. Pardon him for not knowing the basis of their conversations. As he smiled to himself, he wrapped his arm around Mazzy as she further burrowed himself on his side, and he extended his hand to Mick (whose bed was a very short distance away from Mazzy's). "Bedtime dada, momma said sleep" Mick said seriously to his father as he reluctantly grabbed his hand.

Harry and (y/n) could see the personalities of the two strongly already: Mick adopted the role of the carrying older brother despite being born only six minutes before, and Mazzy the clumsy, caring younger sister. The twins upheld their roles quite well, and because of their personalities, they rarely left each others' sides.

"Oh baby, I know she did but I just want some snuggies. Don't kill me, 'kay?" Harry said, pulling his arm so Mick would get the message to hug his father. Despite wanting to seem ever-so mature, loved nothing more than to hug the most important man of his life and finally succumbed to 'snuggies'.

"Mumma said to sleep for school, dada," Mazzy inquisitively said to Harry, looking up at him questioning.

"Yes baby, you two need to start sleeping more, you'll start preschool later this year, and mums' not sure if they do nappy time like in daycare." He rubbed both of their backs in unison as he saw them interlock hands on his stomach. These moments, he thinks, are the exact reason he does what he does. He wants nothing more than to support his babies (all four, actually) and be able to watch them grow. "Just wanted to give you guys some kissies. Kissies please?" He finished by puckering his lips as he looks down at the two.

They giggle and lean up to press soft kisses on his cheeks simultaneously.

"Now what's this about some friends, Mazzy?"

"Yes papa, so nice to me. Mick wants to hear if good friends."

Harry continued to rub their backs, so proud of their bond. "Good job Mick, always taking care of your sister. You know she'll always do the same for you too."

"I know dada, told me Aidan was rude to her. We not friends again." Mick stated, again making his father's chest filled with pride.

"Good, we all know we need to treat our friends nicely but if they are not kind back, we can't let ourselves be their friends. What do we do, babes?"

The kids smiled, playfully annoyed once again yet said together: "treat people with kindness." dragging it out as most kids do with very little seriousness.

"I've gotta go now, let's tuck you both in so momma will never know I was here, 'kay?" He lifted Mick in his arms and carried him the short distance to his bed, while Mazzy tucked her legs back in her blankie. Making sure Mick was cozy, he planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Dadaaa" Mick smiled, knowing his father's antics by now.

After placing another kiss on Mazzy's head, he placed a palm on both of the children's bellies. "I love you two so dearly. You guys, June, and your mum are the best things in my life. Rest up so we can have another fun day tomorrow babies."

He finally made his way out of their room, seeing the two burrowings further into their respective blankets with their eyes closed filling his heart. Sneaking his phone out, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to his wife so she could keep a copy of the moment. (although, through this, he effectively ruined the small secret of waking them.) Fuck it, he'll just say this is how he found them.

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"She wanted to talk about the Sage situation?" (y/n) guessed, as her beloved crossed the threshold and planted himself face-first on their king bed. All spread out, he moved his back to crack it, due to the stress of every day and ... well, age.

"Said she heard about my sexuality more than yours. Bet you're jealous huh?"

"Please, I know the bond you two have. Is she okay though? You gave her the good ole' 'we'll always be there' parent talk?" (y/n) never doubted his ability to be a father, but these circumstances were a bit more sensitive than other matters. She finally shut her book, placing it on the bedside table that holds Harry and her's current reads. There was no better end to her day than kissing her babies and reading alongside the love of her life.

"She's okay, I think. It's hard for her, obviously. I hate seeing her in pain but this is just one of those things she has to do. As long as she knows we're here, I don't expect it to be too difficult?" He pondered. He did mean it, being a questioning teenager is difficult as is but adding sexuality to the equation? He was fortunate enough to be so self-assured that the concept of questioning himself wasn't that turbulent. "But she wants to hear from you too, obviously. Be prepared to share your life story babe," he giggled, turning his head to see his wife who now began to stroke his hair. God, that really did it when he was tired.

"Yeah, I think I recall her saying this week was slow since she finished exams, so would you agree that we could take a girl's day in light of it all?" She pondered, wanting to assure her daughter in the best, normal way possible.

Harry finally sat up, only to cuddle into his wife's arms. This was another reason he knew the two were soulmates: she loved being the big spoon as much as he liked being held in her arms. "Yes, definitely a good idea. Mhm, what'd I do to have someone as mindful and loving as you? M'life would be incomplete without you, you're everything to me, love." Still feeling as 'lovey-dovey' as ever, he burrowed his head further into her, almost physically absorbing the love she poured out.

"I just want her to feel normal, I guess. When I finally came out, it seemed like it was the only interesting thing about me. It was the only point of conversation for a while, and I don't want June to feel like it's such a hugely different thing. She's still our baby, always will be."

"Hmm, the parenting books have nothing on us. So happy we're a team," he says, grabbing one of her hands to intertwine their fingers. "Gives me a love boner just thinking about how good we are, God."

"Narcissistic asshole. Want a bedtime handie?"

Her words make him shudder, a moan itching to be released. "M'done for with you."

She smiles at his words, knowing that the man in her arms is unlike the general population in that he prefers her hand far over her mouth. Shifting a bit, she kept one arm around his shoulders, to keep him close, and inched the other one to his briefs. They were firm believers in comfortable sleeping, which often lead to sleeping in only undergarments or less. She began to touch him softly through the fabric, already feeling how hard he was. "Oh baby, what's got you all worked up already?" It was a taunting tone, something about their position made it common sense that he'd be more submissive tonight.

"Please, (y/n). Just a quick hand, please." He shifted his hips, trying to get her soft hand to come down harder. Lucky for him, she wasn't in a mood to see him suffer and pressed the heel of her hand more firmly. "You know exactly what that does to me. Please baby, I'll be quiet."

"I know you will, you deserve this, 'kay?" She finally ended the small foreplay and moved her fingers into his briefs. Having been with her for over 15 years, (y/n) knew exactly what got Harry off the quickest. Nothing sold him out faster than a quick, sloppy hand, and her coaxing and appraisal always made him finish embarrassingly fast. Wrapping her hand around his length, she immediately began to jerk him off, wiping his precome to make it smoother. "Such a good daddy to our babies, best father out there I swear."

Her words made him shudder, even more, her touch making him extremely sensitive. Given her arm wrapped around him, he moved his head to the crevice of her neck, feeling shy from her praise. "(y/n), you're going to-" he was interrupted by her thumbing his head again, letting out a breathy moan, "god, make me cum so quick, please."

"It's okay baby, come on now, give it to me." She smirked as she felt him press soft kisses to her neck, almost as a thank you for the fucking phenomenal handie he was receiving.

His breath increased, indicating he was nearing his peak. He began to whimper ever so slightly, wriggling in place and only pushing himself closer to her. "Cumming, god m'cumming." he moaned, finally releasing over her hand.

(y/n) didn't end there though, still dragging her hand to rub his cum down his length and creating a click-ing sound. It was left unsaid that he loved to be overstimulated and milked.

Finally pulling her hand out after Harry begged her it was enough, she got up to grab a hand towel from their en suite restroom. Coming back, she found him with his eyes shut, clearly ready for sleeping.

"Budge up, or this'll get all gross in the morning."

Moving sluggishly, he allowed her to clean. "Come on now, let me do the same to you," he slurred as he flipped on his side, patting the bed.

"No baby, that's alright. Just wanna sleep with 'ya." She smiled at him fondly, noticing his eyes once again shutting in content. The two were almost annoying cuddlers, and they were practically seared together when it came to sleeping.

"Alright, in my arms 'ya go now. Come." He said faintly as she crawled into the space he made for her. Immediately squishing her face in his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back, caging her in and digging his fingers in her loose hair. "Love you," he whispered, although given his face was over her head, it was pretty muffled.

"Love you."

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"Let's do three more deep breaths, and then we can go see what your mum made for breakfast," Harry indicated, eyes still shut as he sat cross-legged by Mazzy and Mick on the floor, June also sitting on one of the twins' bed.

Before the two parents gave birth to June, Harry insisted that it would be vital to teach their children meditation: a practice that would help them understand and work through their emotions. (y/n) agreed quickly, after hearing many testimonials online of increased mindfulness in small toddlers. Harry tried more often than not to do what he called "Good Morning Heart" exercises before school, but if he was out (y/n) had no problem doing it alone. Today though, the two woke up slightly later than usual and had to split up their duties.

"Okay, good. Keep your eyes closed for now, my bugs. I want you to think about one thing you hope to achieve today. Talk to a new kid maybe, or participate in class. Anything, and take another deep breath as you think of it."

"Dada, done now," Mazzy said, smiling wide at her father. Obviously having meditated her whole life (although they didn't consider it meditation, more so family time) she was used to these exercises and her father leading the group. She didn't know exactly why they did it, but being able to frame your day as positive before it even starts did boost her already positive demeanor.

"Good job baby, so proud of you. Why don't you go run down to see your mama? Not on the stairs though."

"I take her, dada!" Mick excitedly said, unknowingly to others, his positive goal for the day was protecting his 'baby' sister.

Harry smiled, dimples shinning as he saw the two siblings scurry down the hall. "Finished bug?" He asked as June and he were the only two left in the twins' room.

"Yeah, going to ask mom about everything."

"She's ready, and she's so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you, Dad, for everything. I mean it." June leaned over to give him a hug, making her cheek squish against his shoulder. He moved his head over to give her a kiss over her hair, closing his eyes for a second, basking in the life full of love he manifested.

"You didn't hear it from me, but I have an insider report your mum made chocolate pancakes."

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"Come here for your kisses, don't try to weasel out of it," (y/n) laughed, putting her arm over the center console to pucker her lips. Mick was first, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek, dimples resembling his father's. Mazzy followed with obtaining their daily kiss before daycare, both stumbling their way out of the car to meet a teacher that helped them inside. "God they're so precious, as are you," (y/n) said, as she softly pinches June's cheek.

"Mooom," June dragged, now in the 'always embarrassed by parents' teenager phase. "Could we talk about Yesterday? You know, with whatever Dad said?”

“Yes! Actually, before we start would it be cool if we play hooky?” There wasn’t a ‘cooler’ parent between the two as they usually were very lenient, but this definitely bought (y/n) some cool parent points.

“What?! Are you sure? Is Dad okay with it?”

“Of course, he encouraged it really. Just a girl's day for us, can go shopping and eat lunch? Whad’ya think babe?”

“Freak it.” Or for translation, June’s way of saying fuck it.

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“Can you maybe … tell me how it worked for you? How you … decided?” June said nervously, still nervous about the topic.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s a much longer story than your fathers, but I’ll try to condense it:

“At your age, it’s such a period of confusion, and a lot of times your family can agitate that. From seventh grade to about my senior year of high school, I had what I now call my ‘identity crisis. Really, it was rooted in sexual confusion and overall expression but at the time, it was the most dramatic thing happening since the death of mom.”

The two were sitting in the car, having stopped by a local cafe for coffee before sitting in the mall parking lot. It was an odd place, but comfortable given the two were together. (y/n) and Harry prided themselves off of being an open family and sharing details of their past, but this wasn’t something June had heard of in such detail yet. Because of this, she was extremely absorbed in what her mother was saying.

“It’s really funny to me now, because that’s how I deal with things, I guess. But at the moment, I was-“ (y/n) turned her head to look out the window of the car, needing a small moment before recalling the most difficult time of her life. “It’s ridiculous because I know I should say losing mom was painful, but this whole sexuality thing tore me apart in a different way. It was silent, and it was internal. There was no one I could tell, not until my junior year.

“Anyway, going back to the plotline, yes. I did have a close friend I liked. She is mainly the reason I began to question, that and being a little too obsessed with Stevie Nicks. Sidebar: that was one thing that your father and I initially bonded on.” (y/n) finally lifted her head to see her daughter who stared at her with much adoration. Although she was a mother, this specific conversation still made her extremely insecure due to years of denial from family. She could only hope to raise her kids in a contrasting environment. “It was really hard, and I did become depressed and, well, suicidal frankly. Coming from a background like mine, there isn’t a ‘good’ view on anyone who is gay and that combined with my father's overall conserved nature, I was terrified. Then there was the back-and-forth: am I gay? Am I straight? Am I faking it? Does it matter? And the answer, to the last one at least, is yes it does fucking matter.”

“It made you that sad? Trying to figure it out? Dad says I’ll always be the same girl, why was it such a big deal for grandpa?”

“It was hard on me that I didn’t have someone noticing this pain I was going through. I, unfortunately, did not have someone to tell me that it was okay, and it was normal. God, I felt like such a deviant,” (y/n) laughed in an attempt at raising the mood. “When I finally got around to telling your grandpa, he said that mom mentioned it to him once, before she passed. He claims that she said I was going to be different, and he would have to understand that. Mothers always know. And he did, at least, he tried. It was hard to go from always saying future husband to future partner but he got the hang of it. You’re never too old to change your views and grandpa is the best example of that. He’s also very proud of his son-in-law for being so open about everything including sexuality, says that makes our relationship stronger and is the biggest reason he permitted your Dad to propose.”

"I don't even know what to say, that's kind of insane mom."

(y/n) laughed. The pain of her past has subsided over the years, and it was relieving to be able to recount it. "So insane. What else can I say about this? Two aunts were really rude about it and dad got so angry. It made me cry seeing him fight for me. After that, things just all worked out. It's still a hard topic, it took me forever to tell your dad. I thought he was going to be grossed out," (y/n) laughed again out of remembrance, cheeks warming from embarrassment.

"Mom! How could he, I'm sure he was the same as when you two met but dad would beat himself if he ever hurt you. And, that's really nice to hear about grandpa." June was amused over the change of topic and touched her mom was letting this information out.

"No, no. He's always been so attentive and needy," (y/n) giggled, June joining. "You should ask him about it, he's such a sap but that story especially gets a few tears out of him."

"Oh, definitely will do."

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After the two had strolled around the mall a bit and found a few new pieces of clothing (what could (y/n) say, she had the tiniest shopping addiction) June opened up the conversation once more.

"So, how long does it take to know know."

"Oh babe, there's no number I can give you that works for everyone. You can't really but a timeline on these things. I will say there are stages, like definitely a questioning period, but you might not spend time experimenting with labels or you will. It's really hard to say. Personally, it was like six-ish years for me?"

They continued to roam the store, June now looking at jeans with embroidered details. "Hm." She looked deep in thought, but not nearly as conflicted as Harry described her to be the night prior. "I'm thinking about it mom, and I might be sure about it."

As (y/n) moved June into her arms into a Styles' classic bear hug, she hummed in joy. "I am so happy to hear that baby. We are so proud of you, and you're still our same baby but you're developing your identity and we're just so proud to be your parents. Please, babe, don't worry about this, we're here always to defend you through anything. Although, half of our friends and family are gay or something too." (y/n) gave her a smirk, both chuckling at the situation. "Now, if we're done here maybe we can stop by your dad's fav strawberry dealer, he sent me a message he was craving some."

June followed her mom out of the store after deciding to buy the jeans, body warming at the thought of having what she considered to be the best parents in the world.

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Part two done! kinda obsessed with this storyline now, so let me know what else you want to see from this precious family. ily!

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nataliaphantomhivesblog · 4 years ago

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In the end of it all, Monaca Towa was still a child.

To start this off, this isn't my usual Black Butler posts but ive been meaning to talk about Danganronpa for a hot minute, so please bear with me! Second, this is solely my opinion and before anyone wants to attack me please read thoroughly first. Thank you:)

(Spoiler warning for Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls and Danganronpa 3)

Also, before we dive in I'm going to list some trigger warnings:

Physcological abuse

Physical abuse

Manipulation

P*dophillia

Suicide attempt

Violence (?)

Childhood trauma

Please take care and read at your own risk<3

Hello there Danganronpa fandom! Today I will be talking about Monaca Towa (as stated in the title) and how people often minimize her trauma and sometimes forget the fact that shes still a child who got heavily manipulated by Junko too.

Monaca is seemingly very amiable and caring, because of her charming personality, all of the Warriors of Hope love her and try their best to keep her happy and go along with what she wants. However, it's slowly revealed that she is actually manipulative and cunning behind her friendly facade.

Monoca is a character that is cruel, manipulative, and extremly unhinged. Many of her actions cannot be excused or justified, but you can understand where she's coming from.

Monaca's Backstory:

She was born an unwanted child by both her father and her mother. Monaca's mother was supposed to take care of her but instead abandoned the child soon after her birth. Because of all her actions, Monaca saw her mother as a completely selfish and pathetic person. Monaca's father thought of giving her to an orphanage but instead took her into his family.

However, Monaca was always unwanted and everyone else felt uncomfortable around her. Every time Monaca smiled or joked, the others looked at her coldly, as if she didn't deserve to laugh. Every time she spoke, the others turned silent. His older-half brother thought of her as an alien, not part of the family.

She was also physically abused to the point that she pretended to be seriously wounded for them to stop as a result.

Monaca also attended Hope's Peak Elementary School and was part of the "trouble-makers class" along with Nagisa, Masaru, Jataro, and Kotoko.

Along with her fellow abused classmates, she planned a group suicide; however, Monaca never had any plans to commit suicide in the first place and was planning to let the others die as a prank.

The group suicide was stopped by Junko, who took the kids in and manipulated them by treating them with kindness and love.

Monaca then helped Junko mass produce Monokumas for the Tragedy by using her position as a representative of the Towa Group.

She lied to her father and the other adults in order to produce the Monokumas, telling them that she wanted to create futuristic robots that could be domestic helpers and emergency aid workers.

Due to her separation from the family and her genius, her family decided to give her leg room to do what she wanted as long as she brought in profits to the company, and didn't delve too deeply into her plans.

Things to keep in mind about Monoca's backstory:

She was emotionally and physically abused from a very young age.

She started to pretend to be paraplegic because she was finally treated with some kindness and she could have more control over people.

She convinced Nagisa, Jataro, Kotoko and Masaru to commit suicide.

Out of all the Warriros of Hope, Junko took the most intrest in Monoca due to her position, meaning that she was the one who got used and manipulated the most.

How Monoca's mindset works:

The moment she got physically abused to the point that she had to fake her injuries to make her family feel bad was the moment she learned that through sympathy from others comes power. Due to her families neglection and abuse, she started to quickly pick up on things in which benefited her yet hurt others.

She started to use manipulative tactics on her family to gain control over them. She then started implicating these tactics with the Warriors of Hope.

When Junko got into the picture, everything changed for the worst. Junko was the only person in Monaca's life who showed her affection. Even though deep down Monaca knew Junko only cared for her as a means to use her robotics genius for the Tragedy, Monaca didn't care, and happily helped out Junko with her plans if it meant being loved and appreciated in return. At the heart of it, despite all her horrific acts, that's a very child-like thing to do, right? So when Junko dies, Monaca's entire reason for living basically disappears.

AI Junko via Kurokuma may have planted the idea of a successor in her head, but in Monaca's mind it's a way to get her big sis back, and very specifically chooses to mold Komaru into becoming Junko's successor. That's for a big reason, Monaca doesn't want to become Junko, I'd say she actually just wanted her big sister back who would love and appreciate her again, and hence tried to make someone else take on that role initially. Once again, that's the mindset of a child.

Monaca's relationship with the Warriors of Hope:

The Warriors of Hope are a group of children who are extremely resentful and hateful of adults, regardless of whether or not they were involved in their rough paths.

We all know that the Warriros of Hope are extememly tramutized kids. Masaru had alcoholic parents who physically abused him, Jataro was physcologically abused to the point he bealived he was so ugly that if anyone saw his "repulsive" face they would die, Kotoko was r*ped multiple times by disgusting p*dophilic men (not to mention, Monaca's brother was attracted to her), and last but not least we have Nagisa who had pressuring parents who wanted to raise him as the child prodigy and expirimented on him constantly.

Monaca used the Warriros of Hope's trauma against them, manipulating them to the point were they had to do her bidding completly.

As much as I hate to say it, Monaca truly saw them as pawns. Although there are some instances where she openly declares her care for the Warriors of Hope, it's likely she does that as a form of emotional manipulation.

If anything, she probably did see them as equal in the beginning but then when she started to gain control over her own family, she started to do the same with the Warriors of Hope as a way to protect herself from getting hurt, then again this is my baseless assumption.

Her dynamic with Nagito:

Monaca was amused by Nagito's strange behavior and contradicting beliefs and appeared to be somewhat annoyed with him at the times. However, the two appeared to at least seemingly respect each other in some way, as they treated each other somewhat formally as allies.

Her dynamic with Nagito is one of the most intresting ones. Obviously I think that her being rasied by Nagito was potentially a dangerous thing, considering Nagito's goal was for Monaca to become Enoshima's successor. Monaca seemed to agree with this goal, but Nagito's constant rambling about hope and despair made Monaca bored and feel embarrassed about the whole thing.

She claims he made her an adult in a way, as she grew up in the mental sense and became more cynical and apathetic, not really caring about anything.

In the end, Monaca found Nagito creepy and annoying, but she also appeared to get closer to him during their time together, while originally calling him just "Mister Servant" in UDG, she later refers to him as "Big Bro" in Danganronpa 3. I do think their dynamic was sort of soft and I would've loved to have seen more of it. Honestly the concept of Nagito being a soft brother to Monaca warms my heart, and the wasted potential will forever anger me.

(If any Danganronpa fanfic writer or any writer in general is reading this post: if u could be so kind and do a PLATONIC Nagito and Monaca prompt and tag me in it, I would love you forever!!)

My opinion on Monaca:

I think that Monaca was a very well-written character who deserved more than what she got in the end of Danganronpa 3. She was abused, mistreated and belittled by her family. If anything, I see her as a completely misguided little girl. If she actually had a positive authoritative influence in her life, she wouldn't have turned astray.

A lot of people disregard Monaca's trauma and forget that at the end of the day, Monaca was a child who the moment she was born, the people who were supposed to love her were unwelcoming.

Don't get me wrong though, there is no way in hell I will ever justify or condone the things Monaca has done. If anything, I just think that she alongside the rest of the Warriors of Hope should've been properly taken care of.

Also, if you dislike/hate Monaca thats 100% valid! She did a lot of inexcusable things and its alright to hate on her. I personally love her character but I know she is not everyones cup of tea.

If you read all the way, I'm actually surprised! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed<333

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Scintila (Peter Parker x Fem! Reader)

A/N: I loooove this!

Request by Anon: Hello! Happy 400!! Idk if you guys still write for marvel but can I request "scintila (n); a tiny, brilliant flash; a small thing; a barely visible trait" with Peter Parker if you're still doing those?

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Add yourself to the taglist!

Harley Keener, since meeting the great Tony Stark, has become one more member of the family. And although he’s not the biological son of the businessman, everyone treats him as such.

Pepper, Morgan and Y/N Stark welcomed him with open arms when he needed help and Harley has always been grateful. So much is the connection that he even treats Tony's daughters like his sisters. With Morgan it was easier because she was so young. With Y/N it was a bit strange being the same age, but they managed to be friends and Harley would do anything for them.

He even promised Tony that he would take care of any boy who wants to hurt them. Somewhat exaggerated, but Tony appreciates it, he doesn’t want to intrude much in the life of his teenage daughter.

Another person who has also become a great friend of the family is Peter Parker. Tony adores the boy and admires everything he has done at such a young age, in addition to understanding the role of being a superhero, he also sees him as a teenager that had to mature at a young age.

Harley and Peter study at the same high school, so they became great friends with many things in common. Soon they had a group with MJ, Ned and Betty, who already knew about Peter's identity and Tony's influence.

While celebrating the victory against Thanos, Tony Stark did not hesitate to invite as many superheroes and helpers as he could, including the group of friends.

Harley is having his best life, then he sees his friend Peter rush out onto the small balcony. He doesn’t hesitate to follow him to find out what was happening.

“Peter?"

He jumps a bit, but his shoulders fall as he recognizes Harley.

"Hey, man, what's up?” He answers nervous.

"You're good?”

“Great, yeah. Great party, Mr. Stark always gives good parties.”

“Just say it, Parker.”

"Say what?”

"I know you. I haven't seen you so nervous since you met Tony.”

"Me? Nervous? I don't know what you're talking about, I'm having a blast!”

"Why did you go out? Less than five minutes ago I saw you laughing with Ned!” says Harley leaning against the balcony railing.

"I just needed air.”

Harley rolls his eyes.

“You'd feel better if you tell me.”

Peter frowns.

"Are you saying it because you really want to help or do you just want to know the gossip?”

Harley cocks his head.

"A little of both. Okay, more of the latter, but come on, buddy. What’s got you so upset?" He says pretending not to know why. He had his suspicions.

Peter sighs and imitates his friend's position.

"It's not a what, exactly,” His cheeks flush. "There's a girl who-“

“Oh, yeah. Now it all makes sense,” says Harley. He laughs. "It's just that?”

"What? You knew it?" He asks nervously.

"You're not very discreet, Peter," He scoffs. "Actually, I don't know why it took you so long.”

The truth is that Harley saw the exact moment when Peter's panic started and it has to do with the moment MJ arrived at the party just five minutes ago.

Peter groans in frustration.

“Ned has also told me that, but I didn’t believe him. Dammit.”

“Hey, calm down, it's not that bad. There’s nothing wrong with you liking a girl.”

"It's not that I see it as a bad thing, it's just that…” He sighs. "Whenever I’m around her, I don't know, I turn into this stupid machine that can barely say a word. She makes me nervous.”

Harley smiles.

"I understand," He pats his back.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it's the bad thing about being a brainiac. We don't always have the girl, though I'm still hopeful. Just look at Tony.”

“Okay, First thing, are you talking about a specific girl? And Second; Mr. Stark does not count, he is a millionaire.”

“Right," He grins. “A girl I share biology with, but that's not important, Parker. You’re the main guy now,” He points out.

"I don't know what to do, Harley.”

"How much do you like the girl?”

“A lot, she doesn't have an idea. Shit, just look at me now, she barely got here and I couldn't help but run away! And-“ He smiles like a fool, “she looks beautiful, Harley. She always is, but today–”

"Stop before you start drooling,” Harley takes him by the shoulders. "I know what you need, Parker.”

“What?”

"Confidence, that's what you need. I will help you get enough to encourage you to kiss that girl.”

"What? Kiss her? No Harley, it's not a good idea and less around her– her–“

"This is the right time! Nobody will make fun of you if something goes wrong.”

"That doesn’t help me. Also,” He makes a face. “Suppose I kiss her, what if she rejects me or something? As far as I know, she doesn't feel the same way about me.”

Harley can't resist the defeated look from his friend. Peter’s always there for him when he needs him most and has helped him many times, it is his duty to return the favor.

"Listen to me, Parker,” He shakes him. “Today is the perfect night for you to finally admit your love for the girl you want. Stop overthinking it. Do not think. Just go to her and kiss her, only then you’ll get an answer.”

"I can't just do that, I don't want to make her uncomfortable!” Harley lets go of him and purses his lips.

“Okay, you're right about that. But just a little kiss from her and see her reaction?”

“This plan has many flaws.”

“Peter, at this rate, you’ll never be able to say the simple words 'I like you'. And you, better than anyone, know that time is money. What if the next day she’s gone? I don't want you to regret something you never did.”

Parker analyzes the words of his friend and sighs. "Just one kiss?”

Harley smiles.

"If she asks for more, then go ahead,” Peter rolls his eyes, but he smiles. "Come on Parker. It's your moment, don't think about it anymore!” He goes to the sliding door and opens it. "Kiss her!”

“Alright!” He answers without moving.

“Peter.”

“Yes?"

“Now.”

“Oh, yeah…” He shakes his head and walks into the house.

Obeying Harley's advice, Peter doesn't make eye contact with anyone else. His gaze is fixed on the target. Harley looks at him proudly from the open door. He watches him get closer to where MJ is laughing with the others, he even notices that Y/N has also arrived. Everything changes when Harley sees Peter approaching her.

“Oh, crap.”

Peter touches the girl's shoulder. She turns smiling when she recognizes the boy, but she does not have the opportunity to say something since Parker's lips collide with hers.

"Holy, shit!” says Harley.

Ned, Betty and MJ look surprised, but the three also share a mischievous grin. The kiss lasts only a few seconds. Peter waits for the girl's reaction.

The palpitations of his heart increase in anticipation. Only until he sees a small smile from Y/N does he feel like his chest is about to explode, but he can't enjoy the moment because someone takes him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him across the place.

"Harley?" the girl asks when she sees her friend's reaction, but it's too late for him to hear her. She returns with his friends. "What has happened?”

Ned shrugs.

"Oh, I know," Betty says with a big smile. "Parker finally dared to kiss you.”

"About time," adds MJ, nodding.

Y/N smiles feeling her face burn.

"You better find out what's going on.”

"And then you tell us," Ned points out.

She follows the path the boys took. She hears her voices and stops before reaching the television room.

"What were you thinking, Parker?”

Peter looks at him confused as he fixes his shirt.

"What? I was doing exactly what you told me!” He says flustered.

“But why did you kiss Y/N!?”

“That was your advice, idiot!”

"That is not true!”

"Stop yelling at me!”

They both growl in frustration. Harley tries to calm his breathing. He walks from one side to the other.

“I don't know if your brain failed and maybe you didn't realize it, but buddy, you got the wrong girl!”

"What? Of course not. Why do you think that?”

"The girl you were talking about is MJ!”

"No," Peter shakes his head. "Of course not. MJ’s my friend!”

"B-but, you–” Harley points at him with his shaking hand. "You panicked when she arrived!”

Peter sighs. "And didn't you notice who she arrived with?”

It looks like Harley's eyes are about to pop out of his face.

"Shit, no,” He pulls his hair. "No, you can't like Y/N.”

"So all that motivational talk was because you thought the girl I liked was MJ?”

"Obviously! Shit, everything was simple. I thought you liked her, Parker, but now…” Harley couldn't feel dumber. He now realizes that Peter tried to warn him. Now it makes sense why he was so nervous.

Peter frowns.

"If I had told you from the beginning who she was, wouldn't you have helped me?”

Harley sighs heavily.

“Peter, I promised Mr. Stark that I would not allow any boy to break Y/N's heart.”

"And you think I want that?" He says annoyed.

"It's nothing personal,” he tries to get closer, but Peter backs away.

"Of course not," He says sarcastically. “Do you think I want to hurt her? Me?”

“Peter…”

"No. I can't believe my friend thinks that of me. You don’t-" He growls. “You don't understand, you don't know how I feel about her, Harley.”

"Peter, I'm just trying to keep my promise.”

“And you didn't even bother to consider or think that I, above all people, am the one who wants to harm her the least? Shit, even I would beat myself up if I do that! Harley, you don't have an idea of everything I would do for her. What I would give to see that smile all the time, her eyes every time she gets emotional…” His voice cracks. "To hear her laugh, hug her when she's sad, take care of her… I would do whatever to see her wrinkle her nose, raise her voice and pace around as if she wanted to dig a hole in the floor and then make up with her favorite ice cream, chips, chocolates and watch her favorite movie…” He sighs. "But you could never know that.”

Harley looks at him in surprise. He had never seen Peter like that. Guilt eats away at him from within.

"Peter, I'm sorry. You… you're right, I didn't give you a chance. I'm very sorry, it's just that– I felt scared. I promised Tony that I would take care of her and even if I hadn't, she is like my sister. I don't want her to get hurt…”

"And everyone says I'm melodramatic!” Both boys look towards the entrance of the room.

“Tony!”

"Mr. Stark–”

"How long have you been listening?" Harley asks.

“Enough, kid,” He raises an eyebrow. "As much as I love teenage drama, it caught my attention that this time the protagonist of this drama is my daughter,” He looks directly at Peter. The boy seems embarrassed. "I was shocked to my core.”

"Did-did you see it?" Peter asks.

Tony rolls his eyes. “You are in my party, at my house. I obviously saw it. This happens to me for inviting so many teenagers…”

“Are you upset?”

"No, kid, breathe. I only came because I saw Harley nearly choke you. I don't want blood in my new house. But no, I'm not upset you kissed my daughter, Parker. Actually, it was about time,” He smiles amused. "Thanks to you, I won a bet.”

"Did you bet for them to be together?”

“We all did. MJ and I made good money,” The three are silent for a few seconds. "Well, seeing that you did not kill each other, it’d be better if I returned to the party,” He walks away, but before leaving, he turns to see them. "I appreciate that need to take care of Y/N, but the both of you made a serious mistake.”

“Which one?" They say at the same time.

“You didn’t take my daughter's opinion into account and believe me, that will cost you. I learned it the hard way.”

"I don't think she’d be so upset just by one kiss," says Harley.

"No, not for the kiss. But for everything you just shouted.”

The two boys tense up.

"Did she hear us?”

“Loud and clear,” says Y/N, leaning against the door frame.

"Good luck!” says Tony leaving.

The girl walks into the room and crosses her arms.

"I can explain it–”

“It's not what it seems–”

She raises a hand.

“My dad’s right. You did something bad, but not so serious,” She approaches Harley and kisses his cheek. "Thank you for being a good brother,” she smiles at him, then punches his arm hardly. “That's so you stop making stupid promises. I can take care of myself. You’ll help me only when I ask, not before.”

"Got it,” Harley grunts.

She turns to Peter, who grimaces expecting the blow, but it never comes.

"Harley, this is the time for you to leave us alone.”

“Fine, but don’t do bad things. Tony will know if you do,” He complains as he leaves the place.

"Aren't you going to hit me?”

"I should," She raises an eyebrow. "But, I prefer to kiss you.”

This time the is slow and sweet. He puts his hands around her waist and she plays with Peter's brown curls.

"Everything you said to Harley, was it true?" She asks.

"Every word," Peter whispers against her lips.

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atomicblasphemy · 4 years ago

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Blight Industries Board Meeting

I have some thoughts about that EE episode. Being myself I just couldn’t put them out in a sensible fashion, so I put on some crust in my headphones, amped everyone’s cynicism, and here’s the result.

O: Good evening everyone and welcome to the Blight Industries board meeting of number...

Ed and Em shoot glances at each other as confused about how they ended up there as when it happened for the first time.

Al looks longingly at his workshop door.

Amity glares.

Am: Mom, can we try to have dinner like a normal family which, according to Merriam-Webster at least, we technically are? For once at least?

O: That can wait, Mittens. Anyway, I called you all here to announce I shall be making some changes to our company. Namely, I shall change the job titles of the three of you. I’m still CEO, Alador still development, research and, well, the assembly line I suppose. As for you, Emira, Edric, you’re now in charge of security. I don’t want to hear about company secrets leaking out, okay? Mittens, you’re our new marketing department.

Am: Marketing?

Em: Seriously, mom?

Od: Dearests, this is a meeting please use our appropriate titles.

Ed: No no no no. They have a point. Okay, let me see if I understand your thought process. So, you’re the head of a company, right?

Od: I don’t like your tone, Edric. But okay, I’ll humor you. Yes I am, go on.

Ed: And said company essentially sells only guns.

Od: Mhmm, what’s your point?

Ed: And you think that the best way to convey that is by using your local annoyed teenage lesbian that half the time looks like she would be rather doing literally anything else? Is that a correct assessment, ma’am?

Od: Oh, and I suppose you have a better idea?

Em: Yeah, we do. ANYONE ELSE. We *frantically and repeatedly points her finger from herself to Edric* could do this, I mean we tried to leak our sister’s journal just a few weeks ago so we clearly know nothing about keeping secrets. You could do it. I mean, no offense, but putting up a show seems to be your only useful skill because if this your idea of how to run a company, we... aaaaand now I’m suddenly starting to realize where we get our decision making incompetence from. Anyway. This guy *points at Alador* could do it if you just made sure to remind him that that’s what’s funding his little research. Heck, you could hire Luz. She’s pretty charismatic and just took a shot at the Emperor himself. I’m sure having someone like that vouching for our products would do wonders for our business. See? That’s how you make a half-decent marketing strategy. Besides, I hear Luz could use the money and I’m sure Mittens would be happy to have her working here.

Am: Yup, normally I’d have other reasons but honestly I’d just be happy someone else is doing this particular job.

Al: *woop there goes gravity* Why? I told you this wasn’t the best idea. Besides, we agreed, twice at least, that I would take care of the abominations and you’d be in charge of everything else *leans in closer to whisper conspiratorially to Odalia* I don’t like dealing with them *points at their very loving children*.

Ed, Em, and Am: HEY!

Al: *sighs* Listen to your boss, children.

The children huddle closer, they are the conspiratorial ones now.

Am: We’re gonna end up broke and starving, aren’t we?

Em: Yeah, isn’t it weird though? I mean, you’d think they’d have found someone better to... sponsor by now. Apparently that’s not the case. Moreover, why do they, our parents I mean, keeping putting so many resources into product development then? And it’s not even like we’re branching out into new markets, making some groundbreaking products. Nope, just shinier versions of the old stuff.

Am: Hum... Can either of you teach me how to write a resume?

Ed: I... uh... was going to ask you the same thing.

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Later.

Em: Okay, let’s recap the recent events, shall we?

Odalia and Alador were sat side by side in flimsy wooden chair at the factory’s storage area. Their children loomed over them with stern faces.

Am: First off, you decided to entirely restructure the company, you know, the one with our name in it. And you did so by making all possible wrong choices. Especially putting me as the face and head of marketing.

Ed: Then, secondly, when you realized that wasn’t working due to Mittens, justifiably I might add, wanting to do pretty much anything else with her time. So you two in a strike of parenting brilliance decide that the best way to deal with all of that was not to, oh I don’t know, hire some specialist or anything like that for the position and let her, and us, be teenagers like any normal parent would do. No, instead you think: “Hey, I’ll double down and alienate the one of my children giving me a hard time from the only people she seems to like.”

Al: In our defense...

Em: AND THEN, when one of said people decide to actually do something about, and in a very diplomatic fashion given the circumstances, mind you, you go ahead and try to commit murder in front of a large audience of potential witnesses. Granted, not a particularly morally upstanding audience given the type of products they were trying to buy, but still. Do you have any idea how many people would want a piece of you if you actually hurt the human? You have three of them standing in front of you right now.

Od: Well, Emira dearest, you can’t argue with the numbers. Tonight’s sale was an astounding success.

Am: And she still has her poise despite all the failures... Look, the three of us, we’ve been talking. We somehow are also part of the board, right? Moreover, we are, despite all evidence on the contrary, still employs of this company. So we put things through a vote.

Ed: First off, we’re unionizing. And your first demand is better working conditions...

Od: I’m not putting apple blood fountains in the factory floors. That’s off the table. I already told this Edric. The abominations take a surprising liking to the stuff.

Em: We can discuss the specifics later. We have other topics at hand.

Al: Okay, like what?

Em: You two are out. Actually just you mom. We still need dad for development of new products and stuff.

Od: WHAT? You can’t do this.

Am: Let me rephrase what Emira said: you’re not CEO anymore. She is.

Al and Od: EMIRA?

Ed: Yes, Emira. I’ll be in charge of supply and distribution as well as any other duties dad still had besides research and develop. Mom, you’re the new Mittens. I mean, marketing. You’re in charge of marketing now. Just marketing and literally nothing else. I’m sure we won’t regret giving you this much responsibility. And, by the way. One mistake and we’re hiring Luz for the job. AND we’re giving her enough shares to sit at the board.

Od: *starts chuckling while reaching for a small book in her vest* I can’t say I’m not angry at the three of you, but it is indeed nice to see you trying to take a more active role in the company. But there’s a big flaw to your little coup. You see, according to article 15 of the Blight Industries statute, Alador’s vote, as well as mine...

Al: I’m voting with them, Odalia.

Everyone else turns to look at him, wide eyed.

Al: Look, I’m not ecstatic about this or anything. But at the end of day if Edric is taking half the load off my shoulders then I’ll have the more time in my workshop. And away from them. Odalia, don’t look at me like that, I told you the other day I was wanting us to develop magic powered air fryers. Now I’ll have the time for that. We can tap onto more markets this way, more money.

Od: ... You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.

Al: *sighs* How about Mittens, what will she do now?

Am: Librarian. That’ll be my new job title.

Al: We have no use for a librarian, Amity. You know that, don’t you?

Am: I know. I’m not working here anymore. Gary had been telling me for some time about this internship opening. I start Monday. But don’t go thinking I’ll leave the board. I’m keeping my shares and besides, Ed and Em agreed to keep me as an adviser.

Od: Oh look at our daughter, Alador. Going all out on that daily grind, making the minimum wage. Are you sure you can handle it, Mittens my dear?

Am: Well, you paid me in passive aggressive comments and threats so far. I consider minimum wage a raise if anything.

Od: Whatever you say... In any case. I suppose I’ll now be some sort of glorified secretary then.

Em: What do you mean, mom?

Od: Oh, right. You weren’t there at the time. We struck a big contract, big enough so we won’t need to worry about marketing for the foreseeable future.

Em: What? HOW?

Al: That uhh... That kid, what’s his name again? The new head of the Emperor’s coven. He came in after the sales ended, said we should go around building Frankenstein mercenaries, and that the Emperor would be buying all of our Thanos thingies aaand on top of that the state would fund all our future research.

Ed and Em: Oh... Oh... Ohh Titan... Didn’t he get ahold of Eda’s portal? Mittens, we have to tell Luz.

Am: *chuckles* Yeah, good luck with that, Emperor.

Ed: I... Are you okay? Shouldn’t you be worried?

Am: Eh... I mean... First things first. Yeah, I know he’s building an army to invade the human realm and yeah, I know we’ll be supplying the weaponry and that I should probably give Luz a heads up. But, you know. That’s pretty stupid of him when you think about it.

Ed: What?

Am: I mean, think about it. He is getting a supplier that he knows, for a fact, has a positive connection to his enemies. Meaning it would be in our interest - especially mine, you know, the other Blight with Abomination know how and the one closest to the one human living in the Boiling Isles, as proven today - to put some back doors in all the tech we’ll be selling them. Moreover... Sure humans don’t have magic but they make up for it in other ways. Luz was telling me about her realm the other day and... Well... Let me put it this way: we are not humans, meaning we are not covered by the Geneva convention. Best case scenario once Bellos opens the portal we, not them, become a colony. And humans don’t make a habit of treating their colonies with any decency. So, you know... Anyway. Worst case scenario, they’ll just start pumping napalm, anthrax, mustard gas, and all sorts of fun stuff chemical and biological weapons through the portal. Meaning we’ll die. Painfully. Heck, they can even make good on their anti-nuclear proliferation treaties and just throw it all here and make it go boom. Trust me, that alone will be enough to finish sinking the Titan.

All the other four Blights look at her wide eyed.

Am: Eh... But you know, I’ll go and tell Luz and Eda. Fir witchkind’s sake or whatever. So... See you guys later.

Od: *shaking the shock away from her head* Oh... Quite a hurry to go and see Luz, aren’t we Mittens? *a sly smile forming* I’m sorry... I meant YOUR Luz.

Ed and Em: Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Damn, missed the joke.

Al just nods in agreement.

Am: What are you people talking about?

Od: Oh, it’s nothing really Mittens, my dear child. It’s just that, you seem to be rather attached to her, aren’t you? In a very weird way, but still.

Am: Weird? Weird how? You’re talking non-sense.

Ed: No, Mittens, the lady has a point. I don’t get your thought process tonight either.

Am: I have no idea what...

Ed: No, seriously. I mean, no need to beat around the bush here: you have a gargantuan crush on her. That’s plenty obvious to everyone here.

Am: *blushing* No comments.

Ed: Whatever, I’ll take that to mean you do. So, you see your crush up on the stage. She’s fighting dad’s Thanos thingy. Which, might I add, was being controlled by him. Seriously, what the hell, dude? Is this a way to meet your potential daughter-in-law? Anyway. She’s potentially in mortal danger. And your first thought is: I’m gonna woo her.

Am: That’s... not what I thought...

Em: Yeah, Mittens. Sure. That’s why the first you did was to turn around and start climbing the ladders.

Am: I... They were fighting up there, I wanted to get to close quarters.

Em: Nope. Not buying it.

Ed: We were watching it all unfold Mittens, you started climbing the ladders before, long before, they were up there.

Am: But... the crowd.

Ed: Dispersed pretty quickly, and knowing Abomination magic, as you do, you definitely knew Thanos would have that effect.

Am: I... But... I wanted to fight close quarters... and I wanted... the higher ground.

Em: So... You are up in the pipes, and by then Luz and Thanos are already back in ground level. So you position yourself in the spot with the best lighting and a means for you to quickly climb down - I swear, I’m certain I saw you double checking to make sure you were positioned just right. Then you take your sweet time pulling your hood back up. And finally, then and only then, you go to Luz’s rescue by using your magic. And you do that before you climb down, meaning your magic has enough range, as we’ve all always known, to be effective without the close quarters or the higher.

Ed: Come on, Mittens. Just admit it. You wanted to do a super-hero landing in front of your crush. Come on...

Am: I... Do you think it worked?

Everyone, expect for Amity, looks at Alador.

Al: I dunno, why are you asking me?

Ed: Because somehow out of all of us you’re the one most likely to pick up that sort of stuff.

Al: Right, and I’m also the one least likely to care.

Am: I’M YOUR DAUGHTER.

Em: *taking a deep breath* Okay, lets pause for a second here. Ed, Mittens. Pat yourselves on the back. Come on, do it. Look, I’ll do it too. *begins patting her own back in tandem with her siblings’ more tentative display*

Am: Em... Why are we doing this?

Em: For not succumbing to drugs and alcohol (shrewd ad campaigns on Twitter aside). *Edric and Amity begin patting their backs more enthusiastically, Emira turns to their parents* You know, you two. You should pat yourselves on the back as well. I mean, sure, we’ll need years of therapy to undo all the damage the emotional neglect the both of you show us has caused so far, but no one can say we don’t get plenty of variety.

Al: Are you done being passive aggressive, Emira?

Em: What can I say? I’ve learned from the best. *looks at Odalia, who just rolls her eyes*

Al: *sighing* As for your previous question. The human seemed to be blushing as well. So my best guess is that Amity’s little... spectacle... did work.

Od: See? And you dare say it was a bad idea to put her on marketing.

Am: That’s because I had a reason to care when I was doing all that.

Od: Ohh right, then what do you suggest I had done to make you care about our, emphasis on our, business.

Am, Ed and Em in unison: Pay us for our labor.

Am: I mean, seriously. You guys built a whole business model around Abominations: a.k.a. free labor. Sure you could afford to pay us, a.k.a. self aware creatures that are not (and I’ve checked this) Abominations, something.

Ed: So... again to recap the day. Mom and dad lost their company, Bellos shot himself square in the foot. Hell, even this new coven head pretty much proved his lack of intelligence gathering competence by doing business with us. Today was a failure on every front. Even Luz when you think about it.

Em: Luz?

Ed: Yeah... She trusted... her *points at Odalia*.

Em: Ohh...

Od: HEY! I’m still your mother.

Em: Nominally, maybe. Jury still out on that one. Anyway, that reminds me. I want all our financial books for the past five years i my desk, formerly yours, in two days.

Am: I think my day was pretty successful. I have reason to believe my crush likes me back and I’ll know what a healthy professional and financial life looks like for the first in these 14 groolling and long years of existence. So things are looking up for me. Anyway... Are we done here?

Am: I guess so, why?

Am: Cool. Gonna head out.

Em: Oh, going to let your Luz know of the Emperor’s plan and bask in her presence.

Am: Emira, I swear in the Titan’s name that if you ever address her like that in front of her they will never find your body. But yes, that’s the gist of it.

Em: Fine. Actually, wait up. Lilith is living there now isn’t she? I wanted to talk to her.

Am: Lilith as in Lilith Clawthorne? Eda’s sister? Former head of the Emperor’s Coven? My former mentor? That Lilith?

Em: Yup.

Am: Why, pray tell, do you want to talk to her?

Em: Wanted to hire her. We need a new accountant.

Am: And you thought of her because...?

Em: Lack of options?

Am: I... You know what, fair enough.

Ed: Hold up. I’m coming with. I don’t like being around them *points at Odalia and Alador*.

Am: Sure.

They leaving. Only Odalia and Alador are left in the room.

Al: Wow.

Od: I know.

Al: Just... wow...

Od: I know.

Al: I don’t know how to process any of this. It happened all so fast.

Od: I know.

Al: Like... no sense of pacing at all.

Od: I know, Alador. Titan do I know.

Al: Almost as if everyone’s words were being written by an extra-dimentional entity that reaaally wanted to rant but didn’t want to put out their opinions in a more reasonable manner, and wasn’t even remotely concerned with making it sound like a normal conversation.

Od: I know.

Al: Anyway. We failed as people, didn’t we?

Od: *sighing* I know.

#THE OWL HOUSE #Edric Blight #Luz Noceda #amity blight #odalia blight #emira blight #Alador Blight

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #729: Dungeons and Dragons (Persona 5)

9:23 p.m. Outside of Leblanc Café........

Ann: (Smiles Brightly While Walking With Shiho, Ren and Makoto to the Café) That was a good movie night.

Shiho: (Smiles Softly) I agree. The new Godzilla movie was a lot more fun to watch than I thought it would be.

Makoto: You know, I've always wanted to learn more about the monster himself. His origins, his strength and weaknesses, how powerful his atomic laser really is.....and....how he even got it in the first place.

Ren: Pretty sure Futuba would've filled you in on all of that already. I'm surprised she didn't want to go to the movies with us.

Makoto: I'm more surprised at the fact that she wanted to spend time with my sister today. I hope they were getting along with one another while we were gone.....

Ren: (Gives Makoto a Reassuring Smile While Placing his Hand on the Café's Door Handle). Don't worry, 'hon.

'Door Opens and Bells Ringing'

Ren: (Turns Back Around Forward) I'm sure those two are doing just fine to- (Eyes Widened at What is in Front is in Front of him, Along with Everyone Else) ge....ther......

Futuba: (Gets Up from her and Speak in a Old Wizard Accent Seat While Wearing a White, Long Beard and a Wizard Hat) Greetings, love strucked travelers!

Sae: (Waves at the Very Surprised Gang While Having a Small Smile on her Face) Welcome back.

Lavenza/Morgana: (Happily Waves Hello to the Gang as Well While Wearing Respective Travelers' Robes)

Ren: (Almost Speechless) Well.......Guess we have nothing to worry about in that department.

Makoto: Sis......A-Are you..... actually playing-

Sae: Dungeons & Dragons with Futuba and the others? Why, yes my dear, yet somewhat naive little sister, I am. I play the role as a trained, Silver Knight. (Pulls out a Wooden Sword Right Beside her) While wielding an all powerful Excalibur in my grasp.

Futuba: I am the Almighty Wizard of the Ever Green Forest! Sharing and exposing my wisdom and power to those how DARES to seek them!

Shiho: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Weren't you like a mage at one point?

Futuba: Yeah, but I'd grind and grind a lot in my spare to till I was eventually able leveled up and evolved into full fledged wizard.

Shiho: Ohhhhhhhhh I see. (Smiles Softly) Nice work.

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks! I-I mean....('Clears Throat') Thank you, lady friend of Blantent Fashion Diva!

Ann: (Gives Futuba a Deadpinned Look on her Face While her Girlfriend Giggles Softly at Her Dispense) Really?

Futuba: Yes. Really.

Lavenza: And Morgana and I are the wizard's humble apprentices who decided to leave their hometown in order to learn the ways of creating magical sorcery and use them necessary combat.

Morgana: (Pulls out his Wooden Sword) We also have swords. In case for urgent emergencies.....and if this whole magic gig doesn't work out.

Futuba: I heard that, Sir Cute & Fluffy Butt!!

Morgana: (Turns to Futuba with an Annoyed Look on his Face) Do you really have to keep calling me that throughout the entire runtime of this quest?

Futuba: Yes. (Pats on Morgana's Head) It suits you perfectly.

Lavenza: (Happily Hugs Morgana) Not to mention that your overall cuteness knows no bounds to the eyes of our enemies.

Sae: (Smiles a Little) I agree with both of them, Mona-Chan. You're quite adorable in your own unique way.

Morgana: (Starts Blushing a Little) You know, I I don't know why I didn't ask you this sooner but, HOW exactly are you able to understand what I've been saying this entire time?

Sae: I'm not really sure why myself, if I'm being honest...... Nonetheless, I'm.... somewhat glad that I am able to have a conversation with you.

Morgana: (Sighs Before Smiling a Little) Same.

Ann: (Giggles Softly) Wow, Sae. I had no idea you would be this interested that kind of stuff.

Sae: There is a lot of things you don't know about me, Ms. Takakmaki.

Shiho: Ooh! Like how you're the biggest fan of-

Sae: (Starts Rolling her Eyes While Sighing) Of Banjo-Kun and Kazooie-Chan. Yes! That is the honest truth unfortunately. You weren't even suppose to know that information if a certain SOMEONE didn't tell you before hand! (Glares at the Two Culprits, Ren and Makoto)

Ren: (Starts Getting a Little Scared by Sae's Cold Stone Glare) Ah shit.......

Makoto: (Chuckles Very Awkwardly and Nervously) I'm..... guessing....You managed to figured that one out somehow, huh?

Sae: Futuba told me everything. But it's fine..... I'm already over it. And besides, it helps become more laid back than ever before.

Makoto: ('Sigh') I'm happy for that, sis. But if you need any of us.....(Gently Grabs Ren's Hand) we'll be heading upstairs to-

Sae: Form a Cuddle Session among yourselves?

Ren: (Immediately Starts Looking Away While Whistling)

Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Surprised Before Looking Away While Blushing in Embarrassment) .............

Ann: ('Sigh') Geeez....... She's still able to see right through us, even when she's not in the courtroom......

Shiho: Yeah. That's pretty impressive.....and scary.

Sae: Very well. I'll let you four be for the night. Have fun, but not too much fun. Understand?

Makoto: ('Sigh') Yes, big sister. We understand. (Made her Way to the Upstairs with Ren, Ann and Shiho Following Her) Have fun with game night-

Sae: Makoto.

Makoto: (Turns Back to Sae) Yes? What's wrong?

Sae: (Use Both of her Fingers to Create a Heart Shape While Giving her Little Sister a Soft, Loving Smile) I love you.

Makoto: (Eyes Widened at Her Bug Sister For a Brief Second Before Smiling Softly Herself) I love you too, sis.

Ann/Shiho: Awwwwwwww~

Ren: (Smiles Softly at the Scene) Adorable.

Sae: Ren.

Ren: (Quickly Gives Saw Attention) Y-Yes, ma'am?

Sae: ............... You're a good boy.

Ren: ............................ I'm sorry. What?

Sae: You heard me. I said you're a good boy.

Ren: (Couldn't Believe What He is Hearing) Y-Y-You're kidding, right? You're not just saying that to be nice, are you?

Sae: ('Sigh') No, Ren. I meant every word I said. Despite our difference in the past......(Smiles Softly) I truly believe that you're a good person and already worthy of my respect.

Ren: (Almost at a Loss for Words) Wow. I..... (Chuckles Lightly) Honestly don't know what to say here. T-Thank you-

Sae: THAT being said.......

Ren: (Gets Startled by Sae's Serious Side Again) Y-Yes, ma'am?

Sae: (Gives Ren a Serious Look on her Face) You frequently make my little sister worried sick about you everytime you do something reckless and stupid. Which is exactly why I am ordering you to refrain yourself from doing that from this day forward!

Makoto: (Pouts at Ren) That goes double from me too, Mister!

Ann: (Glares at Ren as Well) And us too!

Shiho: (Nods in Agreement While Crossing her Arms)

Lavenza: I agree wholeheartedly in this in this request!

Morgana: Same here.

Futuba: By the power invested in me and it's everlasting glory!....( Points at Ren) I ORDER you to agree to the Silver Knight's command and take it very SERIOUSLY!...............(Sighs Before Talking in her Usual Self Again) Seriously, man. Promise us you won't be reckless idiot anymore, okay?

Ren: (Was About to Say Something Before His Phone Starts Ringing and Begins to Answer it) Hello?

Bayonetta: (On the Other Line) No more being reckless, young man!!

Ren: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) Mom!?

Palutena: (On the Other Line) Listen to your friends and mother, Ren-Ren!

Ren: Other Mom!?

Pit: Please, Ren? We're only trying to look out for you, that's all.

Dark Pit: In other words, quit being a dumbass already.

Kirby: Poyo! Poyo!

Pit: Yeah! What Kirby said!

Ren: Okay! Okay! I try not to be a reckless idiot anymore. I promise.

Sae: ('Sigh') Very well. I suppose that's good enough for us. Just know that we will have eyes on you for the time being.

Makoto: (Hugs Ren Lovingly) That's right. We won't let anything bad happen to you again, Ren-Ren.

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) I know you guys wouldn't, 'hon~ (Gives Makoto a Kiss on the Forehead)

Dark Pit: Oh God. Are they making out already? Just marry each other already!

Makoto starts blushing again while Ren starts putting on a deadpinned look on his face.

Palutena: ('Sigh') Don't make fun of your brother, Pitto.

Dark Pit: Hey, I'm just saying. If they're gonna keep being lovey dovey with one another, they might as well put a ring on it sooner or later........ Bet you $50 Makoto gonna propose first.

Pit: No way! I bet you $20 that Ren is gonna do it first!

Kirby: Poyo! Poyo! Poyo!

Dark Pit: ('Heh') Deal.

Palutena: NO BETTING ON YOUR BROTHER!

Ren: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Love you, guys!

Bayonetta: We love you too, sweetie-

Ren: (Finally Hangs Up the Phone Call Before Turning Back to Sae) Seriously though, thanks for the kind words, Ms. Prosecutor. And for..... (Smiles Softly) Trying to look out for me. Means a lot.

Sae: (Smiles Softly While Slowly Nodding) Think nothing of it. You four can proceed go to upstairs now.

Makoto: 'Kay. (Makes her Way Upstairs with the Rest of the Gang) Have fun on your quest!

Sae: Will do! ('Sigh') Glad I finally got that out of my system. I hope what I said that was enough for them to understand

Futuba: (Smiles Softly) You kidding? It was more than enough, Sae. I'm proud of ya.

Sae: (Smiles Back at Futuba While Simply Nodding) Thank you, Futuba. Now then......(Forms a Smirk on her Face) Shall we continue the quest?

Futuba: Let the Quest of Dragons Begins!!

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jaehyunspeachparty · 4 years ago

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1.8

warnings: This story contains content that could be problematic for one or the other. Among other things, the story may contain content about sex, late pregnancy, relationship with a large age difference, and others. Just because it's in the warnings doesn't mean these topics will appear, but they will definitely be covered in the story. The content of the story is fixed and doesn’t change. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, then it's okay if you don't read the story. I just write down my ideas here and I just enjoy writing about life. The fact that some things in life are not rational or weird for some people is also part of it. Now enough and I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

Her fingertips moved over his upper arms, she could feel his whole body tense. With her dark eyes she looked up and saw his soft face with the distinctive features. His smile was white and wide, so that her heart started pounding even faster. "I love you." His lips formed into these words and she couldn't help but meet him with a kiss. Everything was perfect, everything was as she wanted it to be. Just...

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!" It was just a dream. "Geon! Kiwoo! What are you doing in my room?" Miga was blinded by the light that shone through the open door. "You have to get up!" Kiwoo shook his big sister's shoulders and Miga sighed. "Why? Today is my birthday. I can sleep late." Miga was already annoyed because she really wanted end this dream. "But you have a lot of presents at the table." Geon came to his sister too and snuggled closer to her. Miga took him in her arms and looked at him in surprise. "I thought we weren't going to celebrate with the family until the evening." "There are other gifts," said Kiwoo then. "And lots of flowers," added Geon. "Mum doesn't know where to put them all", Kiwoo giggled. Miga looked at her brothers in suprise and sighed. "Okay, I'll get up and take a look then."

"Why does Miga get so many roses?" Jaehyun stood desperately in the kitchen, where all the gifts that had been delivered and lay on the kitchen island. "She is beautiful and popular." You smile and kiss your husband on the cheek. Her fame has risen a lot since Miga's last drama and that was especially evident today on her birthday. "I'm also beautiful and popular, but I've never got so many flowers." Jaehyun sighed and you had to laugh. "You're not a girl. Miga is simply adored." You smile and start making coffee. "Oh, I don't know if I like that." Jaehyun sighed again and stood next to you. "I'm more concerned about something else." You suddenly turn to the side and look seriously at your husband, who looked at you in surprise. "Chichi has been staying at Sunoh a lot lately and even if I think that they are studying, I think we should talk to Sunoh about sex." You mean that Jaehyun should talk to him because you had already done your part with Miga. "Do you think they have already have sex?", Jaehyun asked in astonishment, because the two of them sometimes found it difficult to look into each other's eyes for a long time without blushing. "I don't know. But I’m sure that they getting together soon and maybe it would be good if you explain basic things to Sunoh." You shrug your shoulders and Jaehyun panicked a bit. "What do you mean by basic things?" "Well, for example, how a condom works and how he uses it. But also what is important for the first time so that Chichi has less pain." "Don't you think Sunoh knows that?" Jaehyun sighed, he didn't really want to talk with his son about sex. "How should he know? They don't learn that in school and I don't think porn will really educate him in that regard." "Yes, well. But don't you think that you should talk to Chichi about it too? You're her mother substitute and I don't think Yuta will talk to her about sex." Jaehyun looked at you seriously and you have to agree with him. "Yeah okay. I'll have this conversation with Chichi too. I've done it before." You wink because you knew Jaehyun didn't know that fact. "What? You talked to Miga about it?" "Yes of course. She shouldn't be naive about this. Besides, you'll have to do the same thing again with Geon and Kiwoo in a few years anyway." You grin when you hear Jaehyun sigh. "Why do our babies have to grow up?" "I know, but maybe we'll be lucky with another baby again." You take Jaehyun's hand and place it on your stomach. "Yes hopefully." He smiled and kissed you gently. "Miga here in the kitchen", Geon screamed excitedly and so your kiss with Jaehyun ended. "I'm coming," sighed Miga and you could see her coming down the aisle with Kiwoo. The twins were almost more excited than she was. "Geon! Kiwoo! I said you shouldn't wake up your sister", you warned them, but the two boys just giggled. "I think I have to start locking my door." Miga yawned and padded slowly into the kitchen. "Happy birthday my princess." Jaehyun and took his daughter in his arms and hugged her tightly. "Thank you daddy," she said with a smile and then her father kissed her hair. "I wish you a happy birthday too. I'm so proud of you." You also hug your daughter and you get a little sentimental. Your first daughter has now turned 19 ... it's unbelievable how quickly the time has passed. "Thanks mum." Miga smiled and she looks at her sentimentally. "You grew so beautiful and so big." "Okay okay, can I have a coffee?" Miga was a bit overwhelmed by all of this. Jaehyun immediately gave her a cup while Miga looked at the kitchen island full of the presents. "And that's all for me?" She asked in astonishment. You nod and put an arm over her. "Yeah, I think the suppliers hate us now." "I tipped them, I think that should make up for it," said Jaehyun with a smile. Miga continued to examine her presents and she particularly noticed one bouquet. Most of them sent her roses, but there was only one bouquet of daisies. She looked at the card and read "Happy girls are the prettiest girls. J". It was a quote from Audrey Hepburn and Miga immediately knew who the flowers were from. Her heart began to pound and she was instantly back in her dreams. "J. Who will that be?", Jaehyun asked suddenly and Miga started briefly. "Uhh, I don't know." She had to lie, if her father knew she was in love with Jaemin, he would get incredibly angry. "Okay, I'll wake up Sunoh so we can all have breakfast ..." You smile and go up the stairs.

Jaemin sat in the car and stared at the steering wheel. How could this have happened to him, why she? His pulse was high and he found it difficult to think clearly. He didn't know anymore what to do, what to feel. Everything seemed so mixed up. But it didn't help. He had to get his mind clear somehow, and best of all with the help of good friends. Jaemin, Haechan and Renjun visited Jeno, who has just become a dad for the first time. He had a baby boy and he already had his father's eyes. "Can I ask you something?" Jaemin now had to address it, he didn't know what to do next. "Sure," said Jeno and put his son in the cradle. "I know a girl, she's beautiful, smart and we share so many interests. It's like we're soul mates." Jaemin took a deep breath and Haechan realized that there was a problem. "But?" "But she is very young ..." Jaemin said then. "That's not bad. My wife is younger too." Jeno grinned and looked at his boy. "How young?" Renjun then asked more seriously. Jaemin leaned back and put his hands on his forehead. "Just that she is of legal age." "And you like her?" Jeno asked. "If she were older, I wouldn't hesitate, but 19 years ... that's so young ..." Jaemin didn't know what to do next, he became more and more desperate. "Maybe, but if you're not dating because of her age, but because you have a connection, then I see no problem." Haechan shrugged. "Yes, I see it the same way. You like her because you share interests and not because she is 19 years old." Jeno smiled and Jaemin just nodded. What he noticed is that Renjun was relatively calm. But maybe he just wanted to evade his opinion.

After the baby visit at Jeno, Jaemin was still thinking. He still didn't quite know what to do. But before he got to his car, Rejun came towards him. "Wait Jaemin," he called and ran towards him. "Did I forget something?" He asked smiling, but Renjun remained serious. "I want to talk to you about the previous subject...between us ... about the girl." Jaemin turned to his friend in amazement. "Yes?" Jaemin put the car key back in his pocket and looked expectantly at Renjun. It all came as a surprise because he had previously abstained from his opinion. "It's Miga, isn't it?" Renjung looked deep into his eyes and Jaemin froze. "I saw you the other day. I know you guys do a lot together." "Are you following me?" Jaemin was a little angry. He crossed his arms and looked at Renjun. "No, but we live in the same street. I saw you a couple of times at the convenience store." Jaemin didn't know what to say. He had forgotten that he and Renjun are almost neighbors. "I just help her with acting." Jaemin didn't quite know whether to admit it was Miga. But he couldn't lie to his friend either. "Remember. Miga has known you since she was little." "Yes, but just because I saw her a few times as a kid doesn't mean that..." "I know you worked more and didn't have that much contact with the Jung children, but Miga always looked up to you. I think she can't differentiate with you as a role model or as a partner. Your relationship would never be equal." Renjung stopped briefly but saw Jaemin sigh and turn his head to the side. "And think of Jaehyun. You are friends. Is it really worth risking a long-term friendship to you? You have been friends with Jaehyun longer than Miga is old." Jaemin had nothing to say. He looked down, Renjun's words were true. "I think someone had to tell you. You can't take the advice of the others seriously, because they don't know it's Miga." "Okay ..." Jaemin ran a hand through his hair and looked back at Renjun. He nodded and then left. Jaemin got into the car but couldn't drive. He was frozen.

Jaehyun wanted to get the conversation over quickly. When there was a little time after breakfast, Jaehyun came to his son's room. "Sunoh, can I come in for a minute?" "Yeah sure." Sunoh was lying on the bed and looked at his phone that he was now lying aside. "I want to talk to you about something." Jaehyun took his son's desk chair and rolled it over and sat on it. "Did I do something wrong?", Sunoh asked and looked a little panicked at his father. But Jaehyun immediately shook his head. "No. Your mother and I just noticed that Chichi has stayed here a lot lately and I wanted to talk to you about the fact that ..." "Oh no, I think I know what kind of conversation this will be. Chichi and I are just talking and studying. Maybe we'll see series then, but that's it." Sunoh put his palms on his forehead and blushed completely. "I know, but you like Chichi right?" Jaehyun looked seriously at his son and he nodded carefully. "You are 15 years old. You will get curious and you have hormones. It is normal that there will be another step at some point." Jaehyun tried to appear calm, but inside it was all uncomfortable for him too. "Dad, please. This is so embarrassing." The boy sighed and didn't want to look his father in the eye anymore. "I know you think you already know everything. But I can tell you one thing, the female body is sometimes harder to understand than you think." "Oh god please don't," Sunoh swore. "It is important that you use contraception. In the beginning, a condom is always good, because it also protects against sexually transmitted diseases. It is important after you have opened it that you hold the tip so that no air comes in. This is important for later then there will be room for ... well ... you know ... for your end. " "Dad please. Why are you tormenting me so much?" Sunoh was desperate, but Jaehyun decided to just go with it. "You put on the condom and it shouldn't be too tight or too loose. After you're done, you roll it off carefully and best of all tie it up. Before you throw it away, check again that nothing is leaking." "Okay, was that it?", Sunoh was red as a tomato, he didn't want to hear anymore. "If you are having your first time with Chichi, you have to be very careful. It is painful for women. It is important that the girl is moist, otherwise it will hurt her." "Dad, I can't listen any more." "SUNOH! I'm not having fun either. You can listen to this now and then we never have to have this conversation again, okay?" Jaehyun looked seriously at his son, who suddenly softened and nodded. "Make sure you always take care of the girl first. Always. It may be that she will bleed. But no panic it's normal. It's okay if you don't ... ahhh why is that so hard ... it's okay if you are too fast ... or ... uh ... you can’t perform." He saw how Sunoh buried his face in his pillow and couldn't look at his father. “But if you two have done it a few times, it will a wonderful thing." Jaehyun got up and handed something to his son. "Just to be safe." Sunoh looked at the package and saw that there were condoms inside. "So, I'm going again now and we never have to talk about it again." Jaehyun turned and disappeared from the room while Sunoh was still looking horrified at the condom pack.

In the afternoon the whole family celebrated Miga's birthday. There were presents, cakes and you are telling the family about the birth of your daughter for the hundredth time again. "Chichi will come over and bring you your present," Sunoh said and Miga grinned with joy. After all, she loves Chichi because she was like a little sister to her. "Is she staying here over night again?" You ask your son. Sunoh glanced at his father for a moment, then blushed and nodded. "Sunoh, I have another birthday wish." Miga leaned over to her brother and smiled. "What?", He knew something uncomfortable was coming. "Finally tell Chichi today that you like her. I can't look at you anymore, how you shyly dance around each other." Miga rolled her eyes because she wanted Sunoh and Chichi to come together. "But what if she doesn't like me as much?" Sunoh asked honestly. "Okay, I'll tell you something that I shouldn't tell you. Chichi has been in love with you for over a year." "Over a year?" Asked Sunoh in amazement. So she known for a long time that she liked him. He had only recently discovered his feelings for her. He'd never thought of girls before anyway. "Yes. And you hang out together every day. You're already like a couple. Please go with her, get married and have cute babies." Miga grinned and Sunoh was astonished. He didn't expect Chichi to feel the same way. When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Sunoh immediately jumped up. He picked up Chichi and went straight to the kitchen with her. "Happy birthday. It's from Yuta, Sana, Asami and me." Chichi handed the present to Miga, who got up at the same time and hugged her. "Many thanks." "Do you like a cake and a coffee?", Sunoh asked and Chichi nodded shyly. You, Jaehyun and Miga are watching them. Every time they accidentally touched, they apologized and blushed. They were super shy next to each other, but still they spent all their free time together. "I can hardly look at that, that's super awkward," said Jaehyun, looking at the two. "Oh, leave them, I think that's super cute," you say with a smile. "I think everyone knows, apart from the two themselves, that they like each other," said Miga and shook her head.

In the evening Miga went out with her friends. Actually, she wasn't allowed to go out because she had such bad grades. But since it was her birthday, you and Jaehyun made an exception. She went to a trendy place in Itaewon with her girls and she enjoyed the time to just have fun and drink. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIGA!" Shouted her friends and they all toast with their drinks. "Ahhh I am so happy that we are here." Miga giggled and took her first sip of her cocktail. "We know you'd rather be somewhere else." A friend of her winked and the other girls started giggling. "How are things going with the mysterious Elder Man?" Asked another. "He sent me flowers. But they weren't just any flowers. They have a meaning. But he hasn't called yet. I don't know, should I call him and thank him for the flowers?" Miga looked desperately at her friends. "Yes! He's waiting for it," said another friend. "Okay I'll call him tomorrow." Miga sighed and took another sip. "No! Now! It's not too late," encourage their friends. Miga looked around briefly and then nodded. "Okay, I'll be right back." She took her bag and left the bar quickly because it was too loud inside. She found a quiet spot and tapped Jaemin's number. She got nervous while on the line. Her heart was pounding and she waited until she suddenly heard a "Hey". "Hey Jaemin, thanks for the flowers," Miga said shyly. "You recognized them?" "Well, you were the only one who sent me daisies with an Audrey Hepburn quote." "Happy birthday, Miga," he said softly. Miga bit her lip lightly and wished she could be with him now. "Hey, I got so many flowers and cakes. My mum doesn't even know what to do with them. You always help an orphanage, right? Could we bring the things there?" "Wow, the kids would be happy about that. Should I pick you up tomorrow? At noon?" Jaemin knew he was doing something wrong. He shouldn't be alone with Miga anymore, but he was so fascinated by her. "Yes, that would be great ..." Miga's heart began to pound wildly for joy again. "Take care of yourself Miga," he said before hanging up. Miga wanted to scream for joy. It was the best birthday ever. But when she was about to go back to the bar, she looked into the bar opposite and saw a familiar face. "That can't be ...", she whispered to herself and walked closer to the building. She saw Janina, half passed out, lying at the table and a few young men around her. She saw how someone slowly touched her immorally and Miga couldn't watch it any more. She immediately ran into the bar and towards Jaina. "Get off your hands immediately, she is only 14 years old." Miga was incredibly angry and she tries to support Jaina. "What? She doesn't look like it!" One of the men panicked and threw money on the table to quickly disappear. Slowly the staff also became attentive. "You are Miga Jung, aren't you? Can we do something for you?" Miga was immediately recognized by the waiter. "Call me a taxi immediately," said Miga. "I'm sorry, this is Itaewon and at this time ...", the waiter stammered. "I don't care or do you want me to report you to the police because you gave a 14-year-old girl alcohol." Miga was in a complete sister mode. She just wanted to get Jaina home as soon as possible. "I'll talk to my manager." The waiter disappeared and you try to give Jaina water. But you noticed that one of the men wasn't scared off yet. "Hey, we want to go to a party. You and the little one can still come along." The man smiled dirty and Miga could throw up right on his shoes. "Yeah ... let's go to the party ..." Jaina slurred. "Look, the little one would like to go too," said the man and Miga rolled her eyes. "Pervert", Miga scolded him and the man got up immediately. "Do you just think you're better because you are famous. Sluts like you are always the same. Pretend innocent, but I bet you fuck all your fellow actors." "Okay that's enough. You already know that you talk to two young girls? I think manners would be the order of the day." A man, around Jaehuyn's age, got in the way and tried to support Miga a little. But the next moment the man got hit in the face. Miga screamed in shock, Jaina started to laugh. "Miss, I'm the manager of the restaurant. I'll get you and your friend out right away." Miga nodded and saw the waiter calling the police. "I'm so sorry that you got to know our bar under such circumstances." The manager bowed several times to Miga after putting Jaina in the back seat. "It's okay, thanks for the help," said Miga and sat down next to Jaina. After giving her address to the driver, she quickly called her friends to let them know that she was no longer coming. Jaina slowly recover and she carefully sat up. "Why did you suddenly have to play big sister? I could have done it alone." Jaina looked upset and looked contemptuously at Miga. "Excuse me? I didn't want something to happen that night that would destroy your life forever. These guys had no good things in their minds." Miga wanted to straighten Jaina's hair, but she slapped her hand away. "Oh, are you afraid that I will lose my virginity before you? If this continues with Sunoh and the stupid Chichi, then Sunoh will be loose it before you too." Jaina looked angrily at Miga, who was totally horrified. "What are you talking about? This is not a competition!" "Yeah yeah, just pretend you know your way around." Miga just didn't understand what was going on with Jaina. "Stop it, you know I'm a lot older." "Oh what? You have a perfect life. You are daddy's everything, successful actress and your siblings look up at you. So don't pretend you understand me." "I don't know it is easy with your half-sister Misook and that your father is now together with Irene, but you don't have a difficult life because of it." Miga looked at the girl with concern. She also wonders why no one was looking for her. "You don't know anything. Everyone loves you. You are one of those girls who everyone loves. Chichi too. She can't even open her mouth and still guys like Sunoh like her." "Is it something about Sunoh too? Do you like him?" Miga was surprised because she didn't know that. Jaina suddenly fell silent and stared out the window. Miga didn't know what to say, because Sunoh was 100% focused on Chichi. The two were a perfect match. She didn't know Jaina felt the same way. It was always wrong for Miga when classmates came to her and brought her little sister with them to introduce them to Sunoh. She always refused because she knew about Chichi, but she didn't know that Jaina was one of those girls too. Her brother was the new school crush and that only caused trouble.

Chichi and Sunoh sat outside with a thick blanket and a hot chocolate. Supposedly there should be a lot of shooting stars that night. Sunoh was nervous because he wanted to grant Miga's wish and finally confess his feelings to Chichi. "Are you okay?", She asked, because she noticed that Sunoh was tense. "Yes ... yes ..." He put his and Miga's cup aside and turned to her. "I wanted to tell you something ..." he began, but then Chichi discovered something. "Look, a falling star." She pointed to the sky and Sunoh turned to look at it too. "You can make a wish now." She smiled shyly and looked at Sunoh. "What did you wish for?" He asked curiously. Chichi carefully put her fist in front of her face and her cheeks turned red. "I can't say that." "Do you know what I wished for?" Sunoh looked deep into Chichi's eyes. His heart was pounding and he could almost only hear the blood in his ear. Chichi looked at him with wide eyes full of expectation. He wanted to come closer to hers with his lips, but then suddenly he heard his sister's voice. "Mum? Dad?" Miga called into the house. Sunoh and Chichi also stood up immediately and saw that Miga was supporting someone. "Is that Jaina?" You come down the stairs with Jaehyun and were suprised that your daughter was home so early. "Yeah, she's drunk. I was able to pull her away from a few guys." "I'll call Johanna in a minute. Jaina will sleep here for the night," you say and go to your phone. "I have such a headache," Jaina slurred and slowly came to her senses. "Where did you find her?" Jaehyun asked his daughter. "She was in the bar across the street and there was a guy who didn't want to leave her even though he knew she was only 14 years old." Miga sighed and Jaehyun took her Jaina from her to put her to bed. "Has something happened to her?", Sunoh asked worried. "No, I was here in time," said Miga and looked worriedly at the girl. "Do you know if she's been having problems lately? She was so angry, I don't even know her like that." Miga turned to her little brother and Chichi, but they both shake their heads. "Jaina hardly talks to me anymore," said Chichi sadly and bowed her head. "When we do something, then she's always normal," Sunoh said and Miga just nodded. But she was still worried about Jaina.

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Tanjoubi Omedetou, Niisan!

Part I

"Evening, Commander! Better be on your guard, he's particularly moody today."

Villetta Nu, who had just exited the lift that had taken her to the secret OSI control room raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you for the warning, Victor, but I think I know how to handle him."

"Good for you, Commander. Well, good night, then."

Villetta entered the room that was filled with control panels and screens that, among other things, showed footage of the hundreds of cameras that were hidden all across the premises of Ashford Academy. The panels were manned by a single fair-haired OSI agent whose name she had yet to memorise. Unlike Victor, he looked more annoyed than upset, and the reason for that was obviously the only other occupant of the room. And Victor had been right. Rolo, who was lounging on the sofa, looked dark and brooding. A casual observer would simply have interpreted this as anger and reacted like the blonde agent, who shot Rolo a nasty glance, musing that the one thing child actors and child assassins have in common is that they start getting troublesome once they hit puberty. Villetta Nu, however, had achieved at least some basic understanding of the teenage boy's inner workings, so she guessed that something else was going on.

"Good evening, gentlemen! Anything to report?"

"Good evening, Commander! Nothing to report. We're just sitting here having a good time," the agent said sarcastically, exchanging another mean look with Rolo, who also returned Villettas greeting, gave her a brief nod and then went back to toying with the locket that was dangling from his mobile phone.

"Rolo, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, Commander. I'm just thinking about how to best fulfill my mission."

There was a stifled snort behind Villetta. She looked at the agent, then at Rolo, and said: "I'll relieve you, agent. You can call it an early night."

"Understood, Commander." The agent gave her a grateful look and hurried to the exit, trying not to let his relief show too much.

When the door had closed behind him, Villetta turned to Rolo again and said:

"Now, Rolo, will you tell me what's really going on?"

The purple-eyed boy hesitated briefly, then said: "My big brother's - I mean - Lelouch's birthday is next week, and I still have no idea what to buy for him."

Villetta smiled. "Is that all? Maybe you don't have to buy him anything. Just draw him a picture or something like that."

Rolo gave her a look that seemed to question her sanity.

"What am I? Five?"

"Then buy him a book, he seems to be very fond of reading."

"Yes, he probably knows all the classics. He is very smart and learned, especially for his age."

"Excellent."

"But I am not," Rolo sighed, "so I wouldn't know what to pick."

"Or maybe," Villetta's inner teacher said, "you could buy him a treadmill. He could really do with some exercise."

"I don't want him to hate me - yet." Rolo smiled, beside himself. "If Lelouch wanted to do sports, he would simply attend your lessons rather than skip them, don't you think?"

"Fair point." Villetta conceded, slightly annoyed. "Maybe you should ask his friends from the student council."

"I have considered that. But as his little brother, I should know him better than they, and I should not have to ask them for help. But I overheard their conversations concerning his birthday."

"And?"

"Well, Rivalz wants to invite him on a trip with his bike to Mount Fuji (which will mean more trouble for us, we'll probably have to wire the bike - or Rivalz). Of course I could borrow it from him and do the same, but that would be boring. President Milly says his birthday party in the evening will be her gift, but it's more like a gift to herself because she loves to throw parties, and Lelouch and I are celebrating his birthday in the afternoon anyway. Miss Shirley says she won't give him anything because it would be embarrassing. Plus, she wouldn't want her gift to be drowned in the sea of presents Lelouch is going to be showered with by all the other girls on campus."

"She, too, has a point." Villetta nodded knowingly. "Maybe you should not think too much about it and just buy some off-the-mill gift."

That suggestion made Rolo look exceedingly unhappy.

"Now what's the matter?" asked the P.E. teacher/soldier/secret agent, who felt increasingly like an agony aunt.

Rolo hesitated briefly, then asked: "Did you ever feel obliged to someone who is technically your enemy?"

He could have sworn that the commander was blushing, but dismissed the thought as ridiculous.

"Why - where does that even come from, Rolo?"

"Well, my big brother, I mean Lelouch, he gave me a present for my birthday. It was not actually my birthday, of course, but his sister's. But anyway, it probably was pretty pricey and I'm sure he put a lot of thought into it. So I feel that I should give it my all and find a great present for him, too. Is that wrong?"

Villetta Nu looked at Rolo's mobile phone and the heart-shaped locket that had been dangling from it for about a month and which the boy assassin would hardly ever let go. Realisation dawned on her, and her heart once again broke a little for the boy with the sad purple eyes.

"I don't think you're in the wrong here, Rolo. On the contrary, one good turn deserves another, as they say," she replied, trying not to think of a certain member of the Black Knights, "and it also benefits our mission if you take your role seriously, just don't forget that you are not really Lelouch Lamperouge's little brother, but an agent of the OSI."

"I will not, Commander!" Rolo replied.

"Good. I think you should go now. Lelouch is probably already waiting for you."

"You're probably right, Commander. Thank you. Maybe I have another idea whom to ask, but that can wait till tomorrow. Good night."

"One more thing, Rolo," Villetta said as he was about to leave the control room. She hesitated to break it to the boy, but went on: "You realise that Lelouch probably had his sister Nunnally in mind when he bought that gift, don't you? So don't let it affect you too much."

"I do and I won't commander." he said.

Too late. he thought.

While the elevator was taking Rolo to the ground floor, he was trying to sort his feelings.

His sister Nunnally. Did she even have a cellphone?

Part II

"Your name is Rolo, right? It's been a while."

"It has indeed, Lord Kururugi."

"No need to be so formal. How's the Vincent doing?"

"He's a great piece of machinery. I am eager to try him in actual combat."

"Don't be," Suzaku said, smiling at the fact that Rolo referred to the KnightMare Frame as "he". "How can I help you?"

"Well, allow me to put it bluntly, My Lord, given the fact that you and Lelouch used to be childhood friends, I was hoping that you could help me find a suitable birthday gift for him."

That request caught the Knight of Seven off guard, so his immediate response was: "Oh right, December's not far away." Pushing aside his mixed emotions, Suzaku went on: "I'm not sure if I can help you. I used to pray at our shrine for him on his birthday. Apart from that, I mostly gave him something that I had made myself. like a nice calligraphy of his name, or a wooden katana sword that I had carved myself."

"That's amazing, Lord Kururugi."

"I know right?!. I had made one for myself too and wanted to have a duel with him, but he did not like that."

"Of course not, it involved physical activity." Rolo remarked drily.

"True." Suzaku grinned. "That hasn't changed, apparently. His sister Nunnally would knit dolls for him that looked like the three of us."

There she is again. How did she even do that?

"But what he liked best, I think," Suzaku went on "was a Shôgi set that I had made from cardboard and plywood, but he had to leave it behind when we escaped from home during the war."

"That's something like Japanese chess, right?" Rolo said. "I'm not surprised. That sounds like a game Big- Lelouch can actually win. And he certainly likes to win."

"You seem to have gained a pretty good understanding of Lelouch's personality," Suzaku replied, "but it's not just the winning that Lelouch likes. He likes to win knowing that he has outsmarted the enemy. That's his way of ascertaining superiority."

"You're right. I have often seen this when - "

"Rolo, you're okay?"

"Yes, more than okay. Thank you, Lord Kururugi. You have been a great help."

"I have?! That's good to hear. Then please keep me updated on the situation in Ashford."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Like I said, no need to be that formal, once I return to the academy, you will have to call me Suzaku anyway."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Goodbye, Rolo."

"Goodbye, Lord Kururugi!" Rolo said, suppressing the urge to bark "ALL HAIL BRITANNIA!"

Part III

The door of the Lamperouge Brothers' apartment opened and in came a bunch of plastic bags filled with teddy bears, gift-wrapped parcels, sweets and colourful birthday cards, followed by Lelouch Lamperouge, who was trying hard not to drop them. "I told them not to," he exclaimed, "I told them last year they shouldn't have, but they never listen."

"This is Valentine's Day all over again," a panting Rolo said while entering after his "brother". He was carrying a huge cardboard box filled with similar items. "Where do you want me to put the presents, Big Brother? Do you want to open them right away?"

No, please put them in my room, Rolo. I want to celebrate with my little brother first. We can open the gifts later."

"We?"

"I hope you'll help me." Lelouch grinned. "This is too much for a single person."

"Fine, Big Brother." Rolo said when he put down the box on Lelouch's sofa. "But please let there be no panties this time."

"I don't mind the panties," Lelouch's grin widened to that peculiar Lamperouge smirk, "as long as they are for boys. We have to live on a tight budget after all."

Rolo, who did not want to hear about tight budgets or tight panties, said "Let's celebrate. You get the tea, I get the cake."

So the cake was brought forth. It was a collaborative work of the Lamperouge Brothers. Lelouch had taken care of the dough, Rolo had done the icing. The cake had the obligatory 17 candles, and inside the circle that they formed, there was something like a smiley with light-purple eyes and light-brown hair featuring two cowlicks. Above the emoji there was a huge speech bubble, saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG BROTHER!" Which, incidentally, was exactly what Rolo said at that point.

Lelouch laughed in delight (and amusement because of Smiley Rolo, given that the original was not really much of a smiler, except now). "Thank you so much Rolo, you could not have made me happier."

"I hope I can, Big Brother, I still have a present for you when we've finished our tea."

So fifteen minutes later Lelouch was fiddling with the ribbons around a parcel that a nice lady from a shop at the Omatosando Mall had dilligently wrapped in expensive-looking paper. After Lelouch had removed the wrapping, he held something like a small, slim suitcase in his hands. He gave a quizzing look to Rolo, who was eyeing him nervously.

"Just open it."

"It's a chessboard!" Lelouch said enthusiastically, examining the foldable board and the figures. "These are great, theý look refined and modern at the same time. I particularly like the king. This is just perfect. Again, thank you, Little Brother. That must have cost a fortune! How long did you have to save your allowance for that?"

"You're welcome, Big Brother. It really wasn't that much of a deal." Rolo (whose "allowance" came in the form of a credit card with no limit, courtesy of the OSI) said and grinned smugly.

"I challenge you to be my first opponent, Rolo! The clash of the Lamperouge Brothers. A duel for the ages. But beware, I'll show no mercy!"

“I wouldn't have it any other way," Rolo replied. "I accept your challenge."

That was of course not totally true, Rolo mused, while Lelouch was arranging the pieces on the board. Before he had come to Ashford, he had known next to nothing about chess, how to move the pieces on the board at best, but his brother had taught him a lot about the game, and he had also read a few books about it, even joined the Ashford chess club for a while, so that he would at least have a fighting chance against Lelouch. Still, he was no match for him, but Lelouch would at least go easy on him for the first ten minutes or so, firstly, because he did not want to frustrate his little brother too much, secondly, because it allowed him to enjoy the prospect of victory a bit longer (Rolo always thought that this was how a cat felt when it had caught a mouse and played a little before the kill).

What Lelouch did not know was that his gift had a second part in the form of a tiny chess computer that Rolo had also bought. This model had allegedly defeated a chess world champion and allowed you to enter a start setting and go from there. Rolo's plan was to use his time-stopping Geass, should the need arise. He did not want to cheat to win though, only to provide his brother with a bit more of a challenge. The victory, after all, was part of the gift.

"Ready, Rolo?"

"Yes, Big Brother!"

"Happy Birthday!" Rolo said softly one more time, rather pleased with himself and the world.

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lost-in-the-spectrum · 4 years ago

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How did I get my diagnosis for the Asperger-Synrome?

Hello Folks,

I hope you are doing well and hopefully this post will help some people out there with… whatever they need help in.

Today I’d like to tell you the story of how I actually got to my Asperger diagnosis: How did I know that there could be smth like that? How was the assessment? This post could help some people with getting prepared for an assessment like that, it could also help with even figuring out how to get to an assessment like that tho. All things which I am describing and writing in that post is only about me. These are experiences which I made and that doesn’t mean that you’re about to make the same experiences at all. Never mind if bad or good experiences ... don’t let this story unsettle you!

So... Everything started with meeting dad’s girlfriend for the first time. It was after a long search for a place to stay at. I was forced to be homeless for, I guess 6 months – luckily not longer – because me and my sister didn’t come along very well and my mother died 2013 which took my only home away from me. I also had a weird relationship to my other relatives which is the reason why I absolutely couldn’t imagine to live with them. And in addition, I couldn’t expect from the few friends I had that time that they take me to their homes and try to, you know... support me with food and all that stuff. They all had their own problems and at the same time they all haven’t had money either, especially not for a second person to feed.

So I had no other choice. My dad picked me up at my sister’s house and we both drove all the long way to Berlin, where he lived with his girlfriend. The story between us three is very difficult and private. Let’s say it at this way: Living with my mum became kinda impossible for my dad which is why he has chosen an other woman he could imagine to live with. Yes, I know, first I was furious about that decision too but after talking with my dad I could understand his point. Just to make that point clear that there is no reason to dislike him for the choices he had to make, also for himself. Anyway his girlfriend was a hard thing for me. I didn’t want to have an other woman except my mum by dad’s side and in general I was always scared of meeting her because I have never met her in my life before... and she has been in dad’s life since I was about five years old. So when we arrived at their apartment and ringed she opened the door for us. First of all: She didn’t look like I have imagined. I saw few photos of her somewhere as a kid – and thought she’d be only a good friend of dad... I was naive – and on these photos, I think, she looked a bit different. I was a little surprised, she too. But not because she didn’t know that I am coming – she did know – later she told me that she was stunned by my beauty and she was honest and serious about that thought she had. She also told me that she was scared too to meet me for the first time. She actually expected me to hate her by first sight because she knows what kind of role she’s playing in my life. I was nervous of meeting her for the first time but I’d never have been mean to her, never mind what kind of role or position she is having in my life.

We spent some time together, not only to get to know her better but also because I kinda liked her, at least for the first moments we had together. We talked a lot and went up to the bakery to bring some bread for the morning. We have done that together for many times so that I could see where to go and one morning she told me to bring the bread. So I did, I mean, we have walked that way for three times! I should know where the place is. Well, I didn't.

I walked the way I remembered but suddenly the streets and surrounding looked a little different to me. Or no, they didn't. It was the same as before but I couldn't find the way we both walked together. My “inner navigation” was so bad all of sudden, I didn't even know that it apparently was. So I went to the wrong bakery where the bread we always used to buy was a little more expensive. I was so overdone with that that I didn't care. I bought 5 breads for us, two for dad, two for her and only one for me. We all used to have two breads for the morning but I couldn't afford the second one for me. When I came back I told her my issue and explained that I didn't know where to go so I bought the bread in that bakery where I was. I was disappointed and upset and I didn't hide it. I never really do. She was understanding or at least not angry at all, she just said that we can go the way again or she tries to explain me the way. In the next times I found the right bakery but I seriously needed a self drawn map to find it … even though we have been walking there for three times.

Then one evening, she made some dinner- stuffed paprika with beef and rice and a really nice tomato sauce – and we started talking again about the issue I had. She started telling me that she thinks I could have a kind of disorder which I should already have had since the age of at least five.* She asked me then: 'Have you ever heard of the Asperger-Syndrome?” I of course said that I've never heard about that and asked what it is supposed to be. 'It is Autism or at least one of the many sorts of in the spectrum.' First I thought she's kidding me and in fact annoyed that I have got so many issues with things so that she called me like that or seriously thinks I should be autistic because I seem to be unable to do things. I thought she was offending me because all I knew about these people to that time is that they have a special or even strange behaviour. Also I mixed all these people up and have put them in one box because that is all I heard about them. I didn't know better. Then before I could ask if she's serious she already started telling me why she thinks like that: The way I talk, the fact that I never or barely looked in her eyes while we talked, the fact that I had that issue with finding the way which is actually a simple one – yes, it was... - and my talent and passion for drawing comics and illustrations in a really little time and almost totally perfectly. In addition the things my dad told her, how I was as a little kid and that I had problems to find the one or other friend at school as I never wanted to play with other kids in the kindergarten... she told me that all these things are very familiar to her. She is French-, English-, and German teacher and at the same time she worked half time in the school psychology to test children if they are gifted or having special problems with certain exercises and subjects. She has met many children there and some of them where autistic and behaved almost exactly like me. She also told me what's typical for that syndrome and the more she told me the more I recognized myself in her description. I was surprised and confused, nobody has ever told me about that before, no one ever mentioned that I could have it. I was only the antisocial, bad behaving kid – fun fact: bad behaving because I didn't always say thank you to someone – and many people didn't like me for that. She told me that we could make an online testing first before we start to maybe contact someone who's an expert in it. I agreed, what could go wrong? And I really wanted to know.

So, we made the online test which includes some general questions about my behaviour and “attitude” and the result told us: there is a high possibility for me to have the Asperger-Syndrome. It wasn't to 100% sure that I have it but it was a reason to contact that one person who's an expert in it and who could tell if I have. So dad's girlfriend contacted him and made an appointment. Unfortunately I was meant to wait over a year to get an appointment there and to finally figure out what's wrong with me. We didn't want to wait so we paid... and then we had an appointment just one week later.

We drove to Potsdam near Berlin where the person lived. We met him at his house – yes, where he lived and had his private life – and introduced ourselves, told him that we made this appointment with him because we think I could have the Asperger-Syndrome. And then he started to test me in different tasks. First of all I had to answer some several questions on a piece of paper. How do I feel in certain situations, what are my interests and hobbies, in which things I am absolutely not interested in even though these things are normally interesting to people at my age. I also had to watch pictures of human eyes to tell if these are happy, sad, angry or else. Then he asked my father about my childhood and if there was any special behaviour those days. Dad told what the matter was: I haven't had many friends, spent a lot of time alone in my room drawing comics for almost 2 hours because without that I got nervous and also aggressive. I needed this to feel comfortable. I had a strong imagination and fantasy, could create adventurous stories in a short time and when I was little – about 5 years old – I walked around with a little piece of paper or a small straw of wheat and talked to it or had conversations with it. Sometimes I even created conversations between two personalities, some kind of role play and all in my mind. People kept saying that this isn't a point because little kids mostly have a huge imagination in playing but the way I imagined was special and maybe a little odd. He also mentioned that on some days at my age 'now' – so eighteen those days – I've been sitting at the computer for about three hours – on some days less or even more – playing The Sims 3 creating crazy characters and building crazy houses. The way my dad told him seemed worried and I had such a feeling that my dad tried to convince that man to tell me that this isn't normal and I should stop that. But the man didn't say anything about it. He just wrote it down for the results if I've got the syndrome or not. The assessment was made of talking and answering to questions on a paper including some “riddles” I had to solute. And at the end of it – after six hours including a little break in between – the man told us that he'll check my answers out. He wasn't sure if I really got it but he could tell that he thinks I may got an attention disorder which prevents me to be focused all the time and which makes me easy to get distracted. And so we left the place and got prepared to wait for the results... until today.

Yes, you read correctly: I haven't got the results by that man until today and the appointment at his place was already about six years ago. Getting a diagnosis never lasts that long so we've tried to contact this man for many times. Not only my dad and his girlfriend but also doctors and psychologists later. Never got an answer and never got the diagnosis if there even was one.

Before this the relationship between me and dad's girlfriend got worse and dad and her began to argue really often. I didn't know if this happened more often than I realized and if they already argued before I came around but I felt kinda uneasy and even a little guilty for that. I also have an insecure personality disorder which makes me often and easily think to be guilty in many things even though it's not the truth. The arguing lasted pretty long and I realized it was probably because of me just like I thought. One time I passed their bed room and just by accident I listened and heard what she said about me. She said since I've been there they argue really often and that I might be the reason for it. I felt very bad for it and that situation got worse.

Later my dad apparently decided to leave with me. He planned to live at his brother's place with me as long as we try to figure out what to do next. The late afternoon before we left, dad's girlfriend sat at the table in the kitchen and she was sad, crying of course. I joined her and before I could ask what the matter is – I mean I knew it but yet I wanted to ask – she just looked into my eyes, furious, sad, disappointed, that's what I could tell because there wasn't anything to misunderstand in that look... she told me again, that dad is gonna leave her for me and I just replied that I am sorry for that, feeling guilty and that I never meant to make that happen.

She just said: 'Well I can't take that feeling of guilt away from you. And I don't want to. If I have to suffer, you should suffer too.'

Those words were very hard. They hurt me and made me feel like a huge mistake. I started thinking many thinks because... I wasn't just depressive. I was suicidal. And that feeling got stronger after hearing this. My dad gave me my suitcase and took his own one. We went downstairs and put them into the car. Then we left.

Some time ago I got a kind of 'legal guardian ', a very nice woman who took care of formal things and who also took a look on my money on my bank account. Her job was it to support me with all these things in life. My dad told her about the disaster we were in and that it's an emergency. So the woman did her best and found a place for me to stay at: A 'social psychological' commune for young people with depressions and other conditions – like me. This commune was in Kiel. My dad and I drove to that place for an introducing meeting to get to know the commune. It was a very nice place, the house was kind of 'JugendStil', so pretty vintage but also modern in either way. The educators there and also the Chef of the commune, a woman at the age of about 35 I guess, were totally nice to me. They noticed the emergency and understood why it was so important to me to finally get help. They met me as a very skinny, depressive person who was tired of life and being. I moved there and had finally the chance to be able to build up an own life.

Living in this commune I also found a psychologist there where I mentioned my Asperger-Syndrome which people think I could have. She started to contact the man in Potsdam too, even twice, as did my 'legal guardian '. No success, no answer, neither to the phone nor to the mail address. But it was certain that we need this diagnosis to maybe find the right therapy for me. So my psychologist contacted an other woman who is also making assessments like that. She came around one day and met me, started the assessment. But this assessment was different. This time my dad wasn't there to tell how I was a child. I repeated the things he told the man in Potsdam and answered to some questions the woman asked me. About my attitude, behaviour and so on. Actually the same but without testing sheets. At the same time she had a white board next to her and explained me what the Asperger-Syndrome actually is, how differently 'our' brain works in contrast to people without the syndrome. That was pretty interesting and something the man in Potsdam didn't do. I got tested in it and at the same time I learned what it actually is. I also gave permission to be filmed while she's testing me. I still have the video here and it's so weird to see how I looked those days. Much more different than now.

At the end of it all she told me: 'Well, you indeed got it. There is no doubt.' I was happy but confused at the same time. How is it possible that a person who is known for assessments like that wasn't sure about my syndrome but this woman who got the same knowledge has no doubts that I'm having it?

I then finally got my diagnosis that day and to be honest: I had a feeling that my life would turn into a better and more confident one because I finally knew who I am.

So Folks, that's my story how I got the diagnosis. It's a pretty long text but I needed to tell you everything what happened to finally get the explanation of who and what I am. You see, the way to this diagnosis can be very long and complicated. The man hasn't given me my diagnosis yet until today, there for I got it from an other person at the same day where I got tested and it was obviously clear that I have it.

Maybe you're prepared now if you should ever want to get tested and as I've already said: This is only my story. It could be that you'll get an appointment much quicker than me and that you get your diagnosis just some days or weeks later – not like with that man who has never given me this until today – maybe you also get the result on the same day as I got from that woman. Just be sure and think about these things before you try to get an appointment: Do you really need it because you want to know what's wrong with you? Because you need special help which you can only get if you have that diagnosis? Would it help you or others to understand you? Or do you actually have no issues with it so that it doesn't matter? Think about these questions before you go on a probably exhausting journey as me, prepare yourself and listen to what your heart needs. My heart needed an explanation for my personality to realize that it's not because of me people got problems with my personality. It's because of them because they have never taken the time to figure out what kind of person I am.

Just saying: There are many people who love the way I am. I seem to be a cool person, not as crap as some idiots tried to make me think.

Have a good day, friends! See you later!

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curlyhairallday · 5 years ago

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Bumps and Dumps - Part 6

Harry and Hattie were best friends and fuck buddies until she got knocked up. Her life was becoming one big mess and even though her best friend had finally admitted his feeling but she believed it is only because of the baby.

Harold: Him…….

Hatters: We were just friends Harry and he actually seems to care about me and he didn’t have to knock me up to realise.

Harry kept rereading the text he finally realised how bad he had screwed up his chances with her. He had always known she liked him for the most part he never realised though that one day when the universe had made it clear he can be selfish he can have her she would no longer want him. He had spent the whole of the SNL after party looking at this photo of her and fucking sink boy. Aj had been his only real threat and now he was playing the role of Dad to his unborn baby, he should be rubbing her back not him. Ever since that skit all he thought about was them going to birthing classes, getting the nursery ready in the new house and talking to her bump. Harry had been getting updates from Gemma apparently Hattie had the tiniest bump which more looked like she was bloated but only they knew it was their spud.

He tried to type her a message several times and gave up. He just kept looking at that photo he went onto twitter to see what his fans were saying. He knew Jeff would come over and try and come up with a plan to diffuse the situation but he also knew Jeff wouldn’t care as after looking at his fans tweets everyone was speculating he was going to become a Godfather to Aj’s baby all he wanted to tweet was it’s mine. Most people had assumed she had just drunk a few too many and was paying the price. Harry was so wrapped up in his phone he had forgotten that he had invited his mates to the after party including two of his exes Kendall and Camille.

“What you looking at Styles.”

Kendall quickly grabbed his phone away, Kendall had never quite known what was going on between him and Hattie but she herself thought they were meant to be together. Kendall had realised shortly into her fling with Harry that their was another women and she had never disliked Hattie the two had got on well. They were not best friends but that was because they were opposites Kendall and Camille were both slightly vain and their lives were hollywood. Where as, Hattie dreamed differently something Harry found intriguing she hated the spotlight and anything glitz and glam she craved a different lifestyle she loved fighting for people to get their attackers behind bars and helping men and women to prosecute their other halfs for domestic abuse. She didn’t need attention or money she needed to help. Where as, Camille and Kendall spent time and money on the latest clothes to look cool which is something them and Harry had bonded over, Hattie spent most her time around the house in his hoddies or merch. He tried not to compare them to Hattie when he had dated them both as he knew no matter what they would always fall short. Even when Hattie lectured him on the dangers of drug use or how he shouldn’t smoke or allow Camille to smoke in the house because his lungs wouldn’t work very well and he wouldn’t be able to hold the high notes, Hattie was a goody goody in that sense and Harry loved her for that. Now she would save her lectures for court when she realised that her child was better with Aj as a father than this fuck up. He downed his drink to help with the sorrow.

“So Harriet is having fun, wow look her new boyfriend is hot.”

“Of course.”

“Come on Styles you are normally the first to admire a man's good looks.”

“I’d admire them if he had any, she could do better.” Harry grumbled.

“By better do you mean you? I must admit thought you two would finally end up together, I was surprised you and Camille lasted so long didn’t think you could stand to distance yourself from her.”

Harry knew she was right they had cut multiple trips short during there time together because Hattie had a big test or she was stressed or he just missed her.

“I heard my name.”

Camille kissed Harry on the cheek as she joined him and Kendall. Him and Camille were on good terms even though at the end it had hurt but he always knew he was trying to make himself love someone, when that place had already been filed.

“H, why are you so sad you just killed SNL.”

“Capital is saying you’re going to be a Godfather, is that why you’re so sad missed because you missed your shot?”

Kendall exclaimed while looking through the twitter feed.

“Harry wouldn’t care about that. When is she due? I am surprised she didn’t tell you first? Wait is she still living with you?”

Camille fired question after question at him, Camille was lovely and intelligent but she was one of those people who never wanted her ex to move on almost like a power move. In her mind Harry would have never fancied Hattie as he should still be into her. Harry quickly downed his drink he had been trying to stop drinking to fill a void but he was currently failing.

“Styles tell us what’s going on? so we can cheer your miserable ass up and get the fuck out of here and celebrate.”

Harry looked around at all of his friends in the room they were all so Harry and here to congratulate him.

“It’s mine.”

“What’s yours H?”

Camille stroked his arm and glanced at Kendall waiting for her to answer, she normally understood Harry.

“Whats going on over here?”

Jeff joined the group kissing both the girls on the cheek before looking at his mates solomon expression. Harry grabbed another drink of a waiter and downed it. Kendall passed Jeff Harry’s phone.

“Harry mate slow down a bit. I will sort it have you called Hattie made sure she is ok?” Jeff tried to reason knowing that Harry wasn’t handling his transition into parenthood the best mainly due to the baby mumma issues. He also knew one of Harry’s rules was protect Hattie so even though this would blow over in the press it probably wouldn’t have made it there if she hadn’t been friends with Harry or caught with the future CEO of one of the most prestigious law firms in the Country.

“The baby its mine.”

“Wait what?” Camille laughed out not believing him.

“She’s nearly twelve weeks, I am going to be a dad.”

Jeff was busy texting someone probably to get the press under control about Hattie.

“So why is your girlfriend with a random guy at 6am?”

“We aren’t together she doesn’t want me. I screwed it up by ignoring her for other people. Her exact last text was basically said I only want her because I knocked her up.”

“Let’s just have fun H.” Camille gave him and kendall both a glass.

The rest of the night was a blur until he woke up the next morning to five missed calls from Gemma and two from Anne. He could barely open his eyes the hangover was that bad.

“Hey Mum, sorry I was out last night?”

“Harry you need to call Hattie. She is devastated they told her that the no longer required her at the firm. Said the press photo was not a good look for the company having a employee throwing up at 6am outside Starbucks. Apparently clients won’t take her seriously and she did sevre damage ”

“Wait what? Did she say she’s pregnant?”

“Gemma has tried to comfort her but she’s distraught. She did they already knew she thinks that’s why they did it. She said to Gemma is was a possibility.”

“I can’t come home mum I have the late late show and my interview with Apple.”

“Harry you need to do something? Honestly Gemma called me panicked as you weren’t answering Hattie tried to call you of Gemma phone apparently her pregnancy hormones caused her to throw hers at the floor the other day.”

“Mum I am going to go.”

Harry layed there trying to figure out what to say, he couldn’t get out of work these things had been booked for months. Maybe he could convince her to fly out here for a break I mean he was sure his record label could use a solicitor but knew she hates that bit of the law.

“Gemma pass me to Hattie” He cut of his sister hello he was in a rush.

“Hattie, I am so sorry baby. You’re amazing.”

He could hear her hiccuping back her tears this was her dream job she had been through shit to keep this job and now she had lost it thanks to him.

“I wo-r-ked sooo …. Hard Harry.”

She began sobbing again he knew how hard she’d worked. She was a robot at uni trying to get a first and not settling for anything less.

“Hatters baby, come to LA. I have to be here all week but we can figure stuff out ok. I promise I will make you feel better.”

“I can’t even get drunk to numb this pain.”

Harry chuckled a drunk Hattie was a scary sight .

“Get on a plane now I will pick you up myself we will get ice cream and cake or anything spud will stomach.”

“I can’t Aj said he could get me a interview at his dads, In the family law section it’s not perfect but it’s something. I was really helping people though H they took it away because of spud. I am not going to resent spud though it’s not his fault or hers. It’s his mummy’s for being a whore.”

“Hattie what the fuck? You are not a whore.”

“That’s what twitter is saying and the people at work said I get around.”

She began crying again and selfishly all he cared about was the fact that she would be working with Aj and that made his blood boil. He also still had the hangover from hell and was struggling to not vomit.

“When is this interview?” He calmly asked so to not upset her.

“Later today.”

“Ok after I will book a flight this evening. You need a little break we can spend the rest of the week together I only have to work today and tomorrow. I can selffishly get my best friend back and hopefully you will feel a bit better.”

“I think I like that, I am sorry for being a bitch recently it’s hormones and also I couldn’t hold in my feelings.”

“We can talk when you get here.”

Hattie was annoyed with herself for apologising she was still mad at him but she wanted him bad. She had the interview and Aj had helped her a lot they had offered her a job and she was so thankful for Aj. If not she would be a pregnant singleish mum with no money at least she lived with Harry so she wouldn’t be on the street. She was excited to start next week mainly because Emily had been distant with her recently so Aj was all she had friends wise who wasn’t somehow linked to Harry. She had packed light for LA not wanting to take a lot as the morning sickness had made her feel very weak. She was surprised that she was willingly seeing Harry but she needed to. They had never spent this long without constant communication she was also excited for him to hold her as she still couldn’t believe she had lost her job and managed to get a new one in a 24hour period I guess it goes to show how important it is to know the right people.

She spent the whole flight passed out in front of the toilet or with her head down it being sick. She was convinced this baby hated her.

Bump and Dumps Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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santa baby - sauna

WHO: Sawyer Hudson and Fauna Hudson - @sawyer-hudson

WHEN: 25th December 2020

WHERE: The Flanagan Household, Belfast, Northern Ireland

WHAT: Sawyer and Fauna do some Christmas themed.

WARNINGS: Smut, Santa/Regina George, light degradation

Sometimes roleplaying was slightly hit and miss. That was the conclusion Sawyer came to when staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, donned in the costume Fauna had picked out for him. Santa's suit hug him maybe slightly too tightly, and there was no vest under it, his bare chest peaking out from under the red velvet, the matching trousers only coming up to rest on his hips, which he had no doubt in mind was the intention. He had spent a good couple of minute messing with the Santa hat, and when he deemed it was acceptable, dashed down the corridor from the bathroom back to Fauna's bedroom before either her parents, brothers, or his sister could see them. "Hey," He said, swiftly closing the door behind him, "When you told me you had a sexy Christmas surprise, I imagined there'd be a certain present I'd get to unwrap, not that I'd be the one, uh, distributing the gifts." Fauna smoothed down her skirt in the mirror, very satisfied with the Regina look for today. Her red lipstick tying in perfectly with the red velvet look that she was rocking. She heard the bathroom door open and carefully reclined across her childhood bed, having changed the sheets into red ones she had Mary pick up under the pretence of festiveness. When Sawyer entered the room she pouted a little at his first words. “Excuse me Hudson. If you want to unwrap your gift then you’d better play along properly. Enter as Santa and then maybe I’ll tell you what this is all about.” The blonde demanded, gesturing her hand towards the door without a hint of a joke. It should have been obvious the moment Sawyer walked in and noticed the blonde wig, that he should have kept his mouth shut and continued with the act. However, he took a moment to stare at Fauna -- well, Regina -- firstly incredously at how she spoke to him, eyes lingering a little too long on her get up. A part of him wanted to lecture her about speaking to him like this, but another part of him was extremely curious about this evening's plans. "Regina, I didn't know you'd be joining me this evening." He said, voice more tightly than if he was speaking to just Fauna. "One second." Promptly exiting the room, he took a deep breath, praying the other five members of the household didn't have the sudden urge to walk down the corridor, before pulling open the door ocne more. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" He announced, "Merry Christmas! Have you been naughty or nice, little girl?" As Regina Fauna found herself ever more confident in drinking in the attention that she got from Sawyer. Watching his eyes drag across her body. “You didn’t think I was going to go a whole holiday season without giving you a gift?” She was glad when he did as he was told and entered again. “It’s funny that you should ask that Santa Baby... because that’s what this is all about. I want to know if I made your nice or naughty list.. and if I’m on the naughty list I was hoping we could come to some kind of arrangement about getting back onto the nice list.” She purred, slipping off the bed and heading over to him. Regina never wasted time, as she pressed her body close to his. It was important to Fauna to take this scene seriously, and therefore important to Sawyer, although Regina as an added extra to this type of scenario was indeed more of a challenge. "Well," Sawyer-as-Santa said, eyeing her carefully, trying not to groan at the feeling of their bodies pressed together, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. He instead stepped back, holding his hands on her waist firmly to stop her from moving closer. "Why don't we get comfortable, little girl, come sit on my lap, and I'll check my list." They moved to the bed, him spreading his legs slightly wider than usual, pulling her down onto his lap. "What's your name?" Regina watched him eyeing her and saw how he put his hand on her waist to keep her from doing what she had been intending and rubbing herself up against him. “Sure Santy Claus.” She purred, trying not to let out any kind of a squeal as he pulled her down onto his lap. With a slightly devilish smile the blonde began to shift in his lap a little, as if she were trying to get comfortable but in reality she was simply grinding down on him. “Regina George.” She responded in a voice that was perhaps the must innocent that Regina could muster. He refrained from groaning as she shifted around on his lap, his cock twitching in the tight Santa pants. He didn't want to give Regina the satisfaction, not just yet. Sawyer-Santa, Sawnta he dubbed in his head , lips flinching amusedly for a moment, before focusing on the scene at play. "Regina George...yes yes...we know all about you at my workshop," He said, "The naughtiest girl, right on top of the list." He raised an eyebrow, "And why do you think you've been so naughty this year, Regina?" Regina almost pouted when he gave no reaction to her shifting and instead threaded her arms around his neck. If she’d been doing the scene as herself she would have paused to find out where his smile had come from. But as Regina she simply sighed with indignation that she was the naughtiest girl on the list. “Ugh! That is so unfair. Is this because I’ve put that Cady Heron girl in her place, and been sleeping with Hudson even though he has that simpering little submissive?” She asked in a temper. “Surely you can’t be mad at me about that? Hudson likes it when I’m mean to him.” It was fun, to have the occasional scenes where Fauna -- Regina -- was more of a brat. Sawyer didn't like to be a hard-ass, and he never really needed to be, but he felt like a different version of himself when dealing with Fauna's alter-ego, and he guessed as Santa he was a different person altogether. The benevolent leader of Christmas, the one who decided who was good and to be rewarded, and who was bad and needed to be punished. His eyes flicked up and down Regina for a moment, and he decided that she definitely needed to be punished."I don't thnk it's very unfair at all, those seem like very valid reasons for you to be on the naughty list," He said, "And I don't think he likes it, he's had to punish you quite a bit, hasn't he, Regina? I think maybe you secretly enjoy it." He raised an eyebrow, as if daring for her to challenge him. Fauna loved playing this role, because she could mirror every early 2000’s bitch she had ever loved without actually hurting anyone. She made a little ‘hmph’ sound when he claimed that they were all valid reasons for her to be on the naughty list. Face pulled down in annoyed pout when he said she deserved to be on the naughty list. “I think maybe he’s the one who enjoys it.” She protested, folding her arms, eyes glinting as she returned his challenge. Regina never backed down quickly unlike Fauna herself who usually almost immediately backed off. Sawyer recognised the counter-challenge Regina was putting on the table, and decided to rise to it. That was the whole point of her meeting up with him, to pay her dues for being on the naughty list, after all, wasn't it? "I believe he does, but because he gets to punish naughty girls like you, he gets to be on top of the nice list. All you need to do, Regina, to get what you want for Christmas this year, is to admit you're a bad girl and accept a spanking. But," He smirked, taking in a moment to appreciate how well Fauna played entitled bratty characters, a far cry from who she was, "I think that's what you wanted for Christmas all along, right?" Him saying the word spanking was usually enough to make her stir a little, and sure enough she shifted a bit on his lap with excitement at the idea. “Hudson gets to be top of the nice list because he smacks my ass?” Regina huffed though she wanted it, she wanted the spanking very badly but she wasn’t willing to just completely bend she would have to do it on her own terms. “I mean I definitely asked for a pink Porsche for Christmas.. and a new set of FENTY underwear.. however.. I suppose if it’s what will get me back on the nice list then..” The blonde leaned in close. “I’ve been a very naughty girl... and I need a spanking to set me right.” He couldn’t help the very un-Santalike smirk that plastered on his face when he felt Regina shift. “He’s just being Santa’s little helper.” He observed, knowing she was close to giving in, his hand snaking around her waist, resting on her lower back, stroking a teasing pattern into the skin. “Thank you for admitting that Regina, maybe you’ll get what you wished for after all, now stand, hike up that skirt and expose that ass for me, and then bend over my lap.” He ordered, enjoying the idea of her being on Santa’s lap in an entirely different way. Her mouth twitched at his comment about her being Santa’s little helper, but she quickly rearranged it into Reginas snooty expression again. She shifted herself against when he put his hand on her back, her heart fluttering a little when he asked her to bend over his lap. “Alright..” She tutted, standing up and turning away from him so that she could make a show of flipping up her skirt and slowly dragging her panties down before she leaned over his lap. She might not want to tell him so, but she was more than excited for her punishment. He appreciated the show Regina did for him, and once she was positioned over his lap as told, he began to caress her naked cheek. “Good girl,” Sawyer purred, almost sarcastically. “See was that so hard to be good for me?” He teased, before lifting his hand up and spanking her firmly on the cheek he just stroked. Firm, but not too hard, but definitely with enough force to leave a delicious red mark on her pale skin. “And what do we say after every spanking, Miss George?” He prompted. Regina tried hard not to show how aroused she was by the situation. Though she knew that the small sharp breaths that left her body betrayed her. “Being good for you is not a requirement.” She responded slightly bitterly, though she knew that it was. The blonde couldn’t help but moan just a little as his hand came down on her ass. Hips shifting just a little with arousal. “Thank you Sir.” She said without really thinking about it. “Or something like that.” Sawyer chuckled, pausing the next spank, hand lingering in anticipation, hovering in the air. "I think you'll find, little girl, it's the only requirement." He corrected her, smirking at the moan, and the little shift of her hips, as if trying to gather some friction. "Sounds perfect to me," He said, before spanking her again, "Now tell me, Miss George, what do you want for Christmas? Aside from the lingerie and car? What, in this moment right now, do you want?" The blonde waited for the next strike and found herself almost holding her breath anticipating his hand. Where he couldn’t see her face she licked her lips, Sawyer was always so hot when he was in control like this. She couldn’t help but let out another little noise of surprise when his hand came down again. “Thank you Sir.” She responded curtly. “I want.. to get this over and done with so you can fuck me. Because let’s face it.. everyone wants to fuck me.” She declared without shame, Regina George was never shy. Not even when it came to the all seeing, all knowing Father Christmas. He chuckled, tempted to deny her for the way she had answered his question, but stopped himself because she had only followed orders. Sawyer never said how nicely she had to tell him, just to tell him what she wanted. "Keep making demands like that, young lady, and I'll drag this on until you're sobbing for release." He warned, as another smack landed on her cheek, "But I don't think everyone wants to fuck you, not without a bit of begging from your own end." Sawyer smirked, biting his lip at the thought of it all. "Beg." He ordered, with another smack to punctuate it. "Off my lap and on your knees and beg for me to fuck you." The blonde couldn’t help but let her mouth fall open when he threatened to make her sob for release. Her thighs squeezing together slightly with arousal. “Thank you Sir.” She remembered as his hand came down again. Had she been playing herself she would have perhaps teased him about all Dominants being secretly evil. But Regina was just slightly shocked that she was being forced to beg, this early, before arousal had truly penetrated her bravado. In a very unlike Regina manner her cheeks flushed red. She slid off his lap and onto her knees, chin jutting up with her own pride. “Please..” She swallowed. “I really want you to fuck me.” Her tone was flatter than really begging, but Regina could never quite give in properly right away. Sawyer knew the usual Regina routine like the back of his hand by this point, but he thought since they were shaking things up with this specific roleplay in mind, he might as well try and catch her out when he could. Try and see how much of Fauna's natural good girl instincts would jump out to contradict with Regina's more bratty side. All he could do at her version of begging to fuck her was raise his eyebrow unimpressed, pretending to check the time on the imaginary watch on his wrist. "You know, Miss George, I have plenty of other naughty girls to get on the good list before Christmas Eve. If you're not gonna take it seriously, I'm just going to have to go." Regina pouted a little when he seemed unimpressed with her display of begging, but as her eyes traced his abs peaking through the outfit and the strong line of his jaw, she confirmed how much she actually did want this. "No.. please Sir." She responded, changing her posture from grumpy to seductive, leaning forward on her knees to put her hands on his thighs. "Please, I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me, not any of those other naughty girls.. I want you to fuck me like the bad little girl that I am. Please, please fuck me. I'm desperate for it, all you've done is put me in my place and I'm already so wet for you. Do you want to feel how wet I am for you?" It was so easy how much he could make Regina work for it, and he focused on her words as she begged, the change in her body language, how she placed herself for the sole purpose for Sawyer to look at her. To get him as desperate as she sounded, and honestly it was working. His cock twitched against the soft velvet of the Santa pants, and he bit his lip as he thought about his next move. “Since you’ve proved to me you can do what you told, I’ll let you have a little treat,” He decided. “Do I make you suck me off whilst you’re already conveniently on your knees for me, put that mouth you run to good use to get me nice and hard to fuck you with, or do I let you back on my lap, to finger fuck you, inspect how wet you claim to be?” He asked, curious in which direction she’d want to take it. Reginas entire body language had shifted now that she was in seduction mode, and she continued to run her fingers lightly over his leg. Cheating just a little because she knew that it turned him on. Licking her lips she leaned in closer. “Why don’t you let me show you what a good little girl I can be and suck you off and then see how wet it makes me.” The blonde was hedging her bets, she wanted his fingers inside her but she didn’t want to admit it in case he teased her by taking the opportunity away. Plus the Fauna part of her brain was always a little desperate to bring Sawyer pleasure. Sawyer tried not to shift at the sensation of her running her fingers down his leg, sometimes as equally stubborn to show his enjoyment as much as Regina was. Truthfully the suggestion was delicious and as much as he wanted to enthusiastically agree, he had to pace himself, pretend he was mulling it over. "You can try," He eventually said, "Show me how much of a good girl Regina George can be." Sawyer leaned over from where he was sat, hand placing over the back of her neck, to angle her head to look at him properly in the eyes. "I don't want you breaking eye contact from me the entire time, I want to see how much you enjoy being a good little girl." Internally Fauna had to bite her lip to stop herself from visually melting just a little when she challenged her. Regina however quirked an eyebrow when he set down his terms. She was beyond aroused, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know that. It wouldn’t do if people thought she enjoyed being a good little girl for anyone. However she nodded as much as she could without breaking eye contact. “I can do that for you Sir.. though don’t be afraid to tell me how much you like it.” She purred as she went for the waist band of his pants, tugging them down. She ran one hand over his length as she leaned in to swipe her tongue over the head of his cock. Sawyer had to steady his breathing, not wanting to show just how desperate he was for this. Fauna was an amazing, talented person in many ways, and that included her mouth. Mixed in with Regina’s sassiness, it was hot and almost overstimulating. “Only if I’m enjoying it,” He managed to say, reminding her who’s in charge, gulping thickly as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his cock, her tongue making contact with his sensitive head. “Oh....fuck...” He gasped out. Regina liked watching him a lot as she slowly slid her mouth down his length pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock as she did so. It always made her feel powerful to see how she could break him down just a little with what she considered to be such a small notion. She continued until she had taken him all the way in, before pulling back just as slow. You should always start with a tease, was her personal motto. Once she’d pulled her mouth back, she gave him a little wink before she began to bob her head with a little more speed. Sawyer let out a shaky breath as she began to work over on his cock, eyes slipping shut as he felt his length hit the back of her throat, letting out a groan. "Shit," He moaned, "Guess your mouth is good for something other than talking back." Sure, the Dominant had stammered out the sentence, but he couldn't help but flutter open his eyes and smirk down, rolling his eyes at the wink, another moan falling from his lips as she increased the speed. "Don't...stop..." She watched his eyes fall shut with satisfaction, glad that she already had him starting to fall apart just a little for her as she continued to work her mouth over him. She stopped for a moment again when she had him all the way to the back of her throat, and as she pulled back she hummed around his length to create a slight vibration to further stimulate him. Doing a few ministrations like that before returning to her regular rhythm. The familiar twist low in his belly only increased in pressure when Fauna hummd around his cock, and he let out a groan. He was so close already, but he didn't want to come like this, he wanted to drag it out for the both of them. "Fuck, Kitten," He murmured, momentarily forgetting the roleplay aspect of the scene for a moment. When it popped back into his head, he snapped his eyes back open from where they had fallen shut, glancing down at her, reaching out to hold a tuft of her hair. "That's enough, Miss George," The Dominant panted out, "You've proven yourself to be a good girl for me so far, why don't you come back on Santa's lap, and we can check how wet you are for me, and see if you're deserving for an early Christmas present?" Fauna almost smiled when he said her special little name instead of Reginas, because she loved to make him lose control like that. But she didn't say anything because she was more than enjoying herself. She whined as he pulled at the wig stilling her movement almost wishing that it was her real hair that he was tugging on, shifting her hips a little with arousal at the husky quality of his voice. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Sir, I did say that I was very good with my mouth." Carefully she rose from her knees and laid herself across his lap. "I really am hoping for that early Christmas present." Sawyer had to remind himself not to be too rough with Fauna’s hair, that it was a wig she had probably spent ages laying just right. He didn’t want to ruin the mood of the scene, or accidentally catch it and hurt her. “Well guess we’ll see, won’t we?” He mused to her, shifting to make sure she was comfortable on her lap. He moved his hand onto her thigh, slowly tracing the sensitive skin as he moved further up in between her legs. “Tell me again how badly you want me.” He ordered, murmuring in her ear. Regina waited patiently while he shifted them, smug in the knowledge that she’d done a good enough job to get him a little flustered. Before suddenly his hand was moving up her thigh and the smugness was replaced by a little pant of excitement. “I want you so badly Sir, I want your fingers in my cunt... I need you to feel not just hear how badly I want you, I’m so wet for you Sir. I don’t act like this for just anyone you know.” She responded in a low purr, trying to make sure that despite the fact that she was begging that she still sounded somewhat in control. If he had his way, he'd listen to her beg for him all day, cock twitching at the desperate ache of want in her voice, a pleasurable pain all too familiar to Sawyer. And though he wanted to keep teasing, keep her begging, have her practically sobbing under his control, he didn't know how much patience he had left himself. "Good girl," He rewarded her, hands snaking up her sensitive skin, fingers teasing her lips, letting out a groan at the wet warmth he was greeted with, biting his lip in anticipation. "I'm impressed you weren't lying," He murmured, fingers running up and down her lips, thumb circling at her clit,"You are fucking soaked for me." Her breath hitched again as he ran his hand up her thigh, waiting with anticipation until he finally began to touch her where she wanted him the most. The blonde let out an uncharacteristically desperate moan as he teased her. Hips shifting on his lap a little as she searched for friction. “Lie? Me? Never.” Regina lied, though the words were lost to a loud needy moan as his thumb finally found her clit. “So wet for you.” She promised. “Only for you.” The blonde encouraged, not wanting him to take away the pleasure now that she had it. Something about the way the Regina character mixed in with Fauna's own clear desperation really did something to Sawyer, and her began nipping at her throat, fingers sliding in easily into her wet core, curling upwards, before he began to slowly finger-fuck her in teasing motions, wanting to her her beg for it before he filled her with his cock. "God so desperate and needy," He groaned, breath hot against her ear, "What do you want for Christmas?" He repeated, smirking because he had a feeling he knew the answer, and he was more than ready to give it to her, "What does my good little girl want fro me this Christmastime?" The little submissive couldn't help but let out an eager whine from the combination of his fingers pushing inside her and the nips to her neck. Unable to stop herself from grinding back against him as his fingers teasingly pulled in and out of her, desperate for him to give her a little more, to fuck her a little faster. "I want you." She said forgetting her character for a moment, her words clouded by lust before she corrected herself. "I want you to fuck me hard." She corrected in her Regina voice, though it was way harder to keep thinking about Regina when he was calling her his good little girl. "I want you to fill me up, and make me see fucking stars." He couldn't help the chuckle that left him, vibrating against her neck from where he nipped at the skin with his teeth. "You're so pretty when you beg," He commented, the speed of his fingers inside her increasing. "I want to fucking ruin you, I never want you to feel pleasure with anyone else like you do with me." Sawyer's voice was low and husky, and he had an almost dangerous glint in his eye as he removed his fingers, using the hand that was holding her to lift her chin so she had no choice but to look him in the eye, as he sucked the juices of his fingers. "Fuck you taste delicious, guess there was a sweet side to you after all, Regina." He teased, before shifting, where she was sat on his lap, giving his exposed, hard cock a few strokes, before both hands reached to grip her hips, and he slowly began to push inside her. Regina let out a little annoyed huff at his words as if she was somehow above being a pretty beggar, but it came off somewhat pathetic due to the fact that she was panting desperately with excitement, hips pushing back against his hand as he fucked her. "I-" She began to form some kind of sassy remark but it died before it begun, he had her entranced. So all she could do was watch with lust filled eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips, letting out a soft whine as she reached to put her hands on his shoulders nails digging in just a little as she watched him. "I've told you before Sir, I have a pussy to die for." She managed, before she let out another needy whimper as he began to push inside her. "Fuck.. yes.." The blonde mewled, head tilting back. Sawyer chuckled in a way that was more dirty and mischevious than Santa-friendly. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased with his words, as he was teasing her with his hands, feeling a rare type of smugness wash over him that he could do this to her with a few well-placed touches and words. She seemed to have found her persona again just before entered her, and he playfully rolled his eyes at how quickly the biting words turned into a whimper, because it was obvious Regina was losing her hold, and he wasn't afraid to tell her so. "Well it seems like I have a cock you're absolutely desperate for," He groaned as he began to thrust, slowly and almost painfully, burying his head into his shoulder as his own desperation began to sink in. Sawyer didn't know how long he'd be able to tease her as it was already not doing himself any favours. He was so attractive to her when he was smug like this, and she had to hold back from telling him so. Because Regina George didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Even though she was desperate for him right now and she knew it was written all over her face, pushing her body as close to him as she could as he pushed slowly inside her. The blonde let out another needy noise that was akin to a sob as he teased her. “Please fuck me Sir. Please I need you to fuck me hard.” She begged in his ear, unable to hold back. “Ruin me.. make it so I can only ever think about your cock from now on.” She dug her nails into his shoulders as she ground her hips down on top of his length. leather daddy17/02/2021 Sawyer couldn't hold back anymore, her sobbing out of desperation only tipping him further over the edge, and with his teeth grazing the skin of her neck, he began to fuck her hard and fast, letting out his frustration in the best way he could. "I want you to think of me, and only me, no matter what." He instructed in a low grunt, finger nails digging into her hips to hold her in place as his thrusts deepened. "When you're whoring yourself out for jocks on the football team, when you're touching yourself late at night. You only think of me." The blonde gasped as his teeth scraped over the skin of her neck, and let out another soblike noise of relief as he began to fuck her hard and fast. Her nails digging in even harder into his shoulders as she rocked her hips against him. “I will Sir, no matter what. I’ll only think of you fucking me, how good you feel inside me.” She promised breathlessly.”When I’m using my fingers to get myself off I’ll be wishing it was you instead.” Fauna added beyond turned on at this point, she took a hand from his shoulders snaking it down her own body. “Can I?” She asked referring to touching herself. Every single noise that left Fauna's mouth urged Sawyer on, and he didn't stop, only trying to go as hard as fast as they both craved in this moment, as evidenced by his hard grip on her waist, surely causing bruises, and her sharp nails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades, making him hiss every so often in pleasurable pain. "Good girl, I don't want you ever getting off unless it's because of me." He growled in her ear, eyes following where her hands moved from his shoulders to inbetween her legs. "Yes, yes," He groaned out, not even caring he was supposed to act more Dom-like, to berate her for her lack of manners. They were both too far gone now, no longer caring about the pleasantries of the scene they had created, only caring about the end result. "Fuck, Kitten," He groaned, "I'm so close." Fauna couldn’t barely think now that he was giving her exactly what she wanted, little moans and whines leaving her lips with every thrust. “I won’t.. I swear.. only you Sir. There’s only ever you.” Regina was basically gone now, Fauna was just telling him the truth. He was it for her forever, the only one that she would ever think of or let touch her. Before the words of approval were even fully out of his mouth she was rubbing at her clit. Fingers moving quickly to try to keep up with the punishing rhythm that their hips had created. Leaning her forehead against his shoulder for support as she did so. Knowing that he would support her. “Me too Sir... can I cum?” She choked out against his skin, the pleasure radiating through her body almost too much to handle. Sawyer didn’t know when Regina had completely evaporated from Fauna but he was grateful to have his Kitten back when they were like this, pushing each other over the edge, enjoying the everythingness of each other. “Yes, yes,” He moaned, not only answer to her question but as a proclamation on how he himself was feeling. “I...fuck,” And with that he came, realising with a groan, steady rhythm growing sloppy. “Come for me, Kitten,” Sawyer commanded, softly urging her to finish too. Despite the ridiculousness of the original set up there was a kind of intimacy that had settled over the two of them in this final moment of being together in this way that was so special to Fauna. She whined as she felt him release inside of her, pressing her mouth against his shoulder half as a kiss and half as moan. "Love you so much Sir." She choked out as she came hard, clenching around his length. Before she felt herself go boneless against him. "So good." She panted. The need for release gone, the cloud of lust in his head slowly evaporating, Sawyer couldn't help but laugh once they were both sated, remembering the original premise for this scene. He laughed against her, trying not to exert himself. "God I love you so much," He murmured, giving himself a moment to breathe before he pulled out of her with a hiss. "Let's get us cleaned up and ready for bed?" Sawyer then suggested, tucking some stray hair of the blonde wig behind Fauna's ear, no longer seeing her as Regina. When Sawyer laughed Fauna laughed too, peaking her head up from where it had been buried in her shoulder. She leaned in to delicately kiss his forehead. “Merry Christmas Sir.” The submissive giggled and then nodded. “You might have to carry me though because I think that you’ve broken my legs for now.” She informed him with a little shrug, completely content

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I am a father, mother, brother and uncle all in one!!!

Now imagine, you have been living for the last years of what I would consider is the perfect single life. You wanted to go to a restaurant with the guys, no problem, you wanted to visit a bar and then a club, yes sir, you could, you wanted to stay in and have a lazy evening with a nice take away of course, no problem. O yes almost forgot, there is nobody to monitor you 24/7, no one to report your whereabouts and nobody to update anyone about the happenings of your life. O yes and you can choose to whom dedicate your time, that’s also a big one. Almost forgot you can bring members of the opposite sex home without giving further explanation. If I don’t stop here I write an article about the advantages of being single.

Then after about 13 years I came to the conclusion that I had enough from London, I wanted to life with my family again, I wanted to start my own company, I had planned out my life for at least the next five years, basically start a new life in Italy. A couple of month before leaving I started planning my travel website, got in touch with the web company, graphic designer, necessary suppliers and met with friends one last time. My mind was made up, ready for a new chapter! The new chapter started, but not as I thought, nothing could prepare myself to the daunting new life as a member of a family. Big question… Does life ever goes as planned??? NO IT DOESN’T, I am the living prove, I suppose there's a reason for why life is called uncertain and that's because it never goes as planned.

What I can tell you is that living again at home and with a family shook me to the core, reminded me again of my family values and also changed me for the better. There are quite a few benefit of livening with a family but the two that stood out for me are, you learn again to share your space and you have got somebody to be there for you. As a single you can do whatever you want whenever you want but that has the disadvantage that you become quite selfish with you space, which means for example you can’t stand it when somebody moves your staff, you want to do whenever you want to do without taking in consideration that maybe you have got some responsibility towards other people in the household. So living with a family makes you aware of other peoples needs and you become less selfish, however in exchange you get support and unconditional love from the people that life with you. I would even go that far and say that living with a family prepares you to an extent to your own family life or living with a partner.

I suppose there were two phases to my new role:

Phase 1 – Italy – The lost sun back home – Getting used to life in a family

I have spend about 13 years living on my own in London, living again after such a short time at home was quite an adjustment, it took me more or less about 6 -12 month. I had to get used to have my family around, they had to get used to me, after all I was also an ‘intruder’ into their daily life. I had my own room and everything that belonged to me had to ‘stay’ in my room, dishes had to be cleaned straight away, rubbish brought out when full immediately…etc… O and yes when your shirt is not properly ironed they will let you know (in my family there are predominantly women), let you know when your perfume is not smelling ‘good’ or when you are not dressed well enough. Asking, Marco where are you going, when will you be back, don’t be late, don’t forget to pick up your sister, I mean you get my point, it seriously took me a while of getting used to that.

And now then the introduction to my nephew, uncle Marco I am hungry, me: pick up something from the fridge, he was 4 yeas old… and he had to get used to me, my nephew to my mother: since uncle Marco arrived the fridge is always empty, when is he going to leave. When it was necessary I had to babysit him, feed him or pick him up from school, other mothers waiting for their children obviously gossiping if I was the father or the new partner of the mother, so much to women. Overall it was hard not to treat this child like an ‘adult’, understand his limitations, helping him to go to the toilet, brush his teeth and to listen to me, damn that was hard.

Last but not least my sister getting pregnant with my niece Martina, Jesus Christ, her mood swings, her emotions were up and down, that was killing us, she was so aggressive, that’s one hell of an experience. One minute she was crying uncontrollably, the next one she was freaking out. Apparently during the pregnancy of her older child she was very calm. Lucky me… at the right time at the right place. Eventually however my niece Martina was born, my first time holding a newly born baby, little did I know back than that she would become also a very important person in my life.

Phase 2 – Germany - Back to square one – becoming a father, mother, uncle all in one

Due to unforeseen economic circumstances in 2013 I had to leave Italy and start again from scratch in Germany and went to stay with my sisters family that left Italy previously. Here I became fully integrated to the family again starting with babysitting, I witnessed growing up both my niece and nephew. I also began having a strong bond with my little niece, somehow she needed me for everything, uncle I am hungry, uncle I am thirsty, uncle can I sleep in your bad, can we watch a movie together, uncle… Carlo (her older brother) is annoying me…etc. I also had an ,official’ babysitting day, I still don’t now where the difference is between any other day. With her older brother I have a mother uncle relationship I suppose, although still very tight. With him as well uncle I need this uncle I need that, When he started secondary school I started spending a little bit more time because I started giving him English lessons, however is more into his mother.

It is a great experience to see how both children grow up and how different they are already at this young age. And of course you cannot just buy something just for one of them, you also have to buy something for the other one. On a day where is was feeling down, regarding on what I had achieved or not achieved in life, she replied to me you should be proud of yourself, you are helping my children growing up and giving them also an education, you are really a father, mother and uncle to them. Although we are living all in one house, the best time that we all have together is when we go on a holiday and this is also the time that I cherish the most. The pictures and the videos that you do and the time spend together are just unforgettable, lasting moments down memory lane, which you look back with nostalgia are simply unique, nothing compares to that.

Looking back I can sincerely say that today I am the best version of myself that I have been in a long time and that’s thanks to my family. Was it easy to get there, no, is it easy to life in a family, definitely not, but it is worth, just hold on and go with the flow, the love and support that you get from your family outweighs the responsibility that you have got. Empathy, responsibility and selfishness

However all depends of what kind of relationship you would like to have with your family and of course how do you see your future.

#family #single #relationship #relationships #self help

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The Pumpkin Incident

Summery: It was supposed to be a quick trip to the pumpkin patch. Quick in and out, grab the pumpkins and get home. She was not supposed to meet newcomer Killian Jones. She was certainly not supposed to end up trick or treating with Henry, a pirate and little Robin Hood.

(But why does he look so damn good as a pirate?!)

Ao3 FFn

AN: This is my contribution to the @csrolereversal . Thank you so much @darkcolinodonorgasm for putting this event together it was wonderful to be a part of. Please see the art that this is based on by @carpedzem it's amazing Thank you so much for all your help making this story what it was, she also did some beta work on this thing, so please go check out her art. Also thanks soo much to all the people who helped inspire some of this over on discord!

What Emma will never understand is the fascination for pumpkins everyone has this time of year. Because seriously, why pumpkin of all things?

Pumpkin spice, Pumpkin carving, even pumpkin hummus! Pumpkin wasn’t even that good!

(She’d be lying to say she didn’t try the pumpkin hummus, it was as gross as she expected.)

“We need to find the biggest Pumpkin!” Leo announces proudly from the back seat of Emma’s bug. Emma smirks at her nephew’s assertion. At 12 years old, the kid thought he was ready to conquer the world.

“Nuh uh.” Henry disagrees. “We need to find the weirdest pumpkin. I want the one no one else wants.” Emma steals a glance at her big hearted kid. Henry, being 2 years Leo’s junior, always loves finding the underdog, whether it be the saddest pumpkin, or the smallest plant, Henry always wanted to give it a shot.

(Emma’s always surprised how well these smaller things blossom under Henry’s influence, as if he’s made them succeed with his pure belief)

“Smaller things are lame.” Leo retorts.

“You’re lame!” Henry replies bitterly.

“Hey, no calling your cousin lame.” Emma says immediately silencing them mid argument. If the boys are left alone, it would soon dissolve into a fight. “We can get both, how does that sound?”

Emma hears small mumbles of agreement. She suppresses a sigh herself.

Typically, it was David who did this kind of stuff with the boys, all the dirty messy stuff dads did with their sons. Henry was almost always included, something she was eternally grateful for. Emma hoped that David made up for Henry not having a father in some way.

It was why when David's shift got changed to work the afternoon before Halloween rather than the morning. She offered to take the boys instead to pick out pumpkins to carve. It was a tradition of sorts so she would hate for them to miss it.

"Alright, we're here." She announces, pulling into the parking spot besides Tiny's Farm. "Everyone remember the rules?"

"No talking to strangers, and always be within sight." Leo echoes in an annoyed tone.

"Good." Emma says unlocking the doors. The boys pile out of the bug and make a beeline towards the pumpkin patch.

She can see the one Leo has his eyes on, an absolute monster of a pumpkin that he most likely won't be able to carry.

"Maybe not-" but she's interrupted by the kid in question trying to lift the pumpkin.

“Leo-” She tried, before he managed to get it off the ground before nearly dropping it onto his foot.

“Easy lad.” says a voice, as a man came around to help support the pumpkin's weight and keep Leo from accidentally hurting himself. “That’s a big pumpkin for a little lad.”

That made Leo pout, and try once more to pick up the pumpkin“I’m not little” Leo says impatiently.

“Leo, do not pick up the pumpkin.” Emma snaps. “You can really hurt yourself if you’re not careful." The little brunette boy threw a glare her way.

"But I am being careful. Dad would let me." he says simply.

"Well your Dad's at work, so why don't you find a pumpkin that won't need a seatbelt." She glances around noticing Henry talking to a young boy, several appropriate sized pumpkins scattered about."Look, Henry's finding plenty." She points out.

With a huff, Leo crosses his arms and walks towards his cousin. Emma has no doubt that after seeing some more pumpkins he’ll forget all about the giant one.

"The lad is certainly spirited." The man says with a chuckle.

"Yup. Thanks for helping Leo." She says turning towards the stranger.

He was a bit taller than her, wrapped in dark leather, and more importantly handsome, very handsome.

"Anytime love," he says shooting her a brilliant smile. It makes her blush ever so slightly. She’s surprised she doesn’t recognize him, being a Sheriff in a relatively small town, Emma feels like she knows a majority of the locals by name.

“You’re not from around here are you?” She inquires with a smile, noticing him watching the young boy talking to Henry.

“What gave it away?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“I’m something of an expert of this place.” She says casually.

“Oh?”

“Plus the accent, not many foreigners in Storybrooke.” She says. “So what’s your story? Visiting family?”

His grin wides. “Killian Jones.” He introduces. “But not visiting family, hoping to use the holiday to help the lad settle in.” He says gesturing towards the boy. “His mother just got a job as the new District Attorney so here we are.”

Emma had heard David talking about that, with Spencer retiring, they were looking for someone new. Word around town was that she was a very blunt straight forward woman with a husband and son...

“Killy!” The boy calls out, beckoning their attention. They both venture closer to the boys “Can Henry come trick or Treat with us?” He asks, big wide eyes looking at the man.

“Why don’t we ask his mother lad?” Killian says smoothly, looking at the pumpkin the younger boy was holding. “That’s a mighty fine treasure you found.” He says.

“Can we Mom?” Henry asks. She looks to the two energetic boys, big wide eyes.

“Sorry kid, you know the rules.” She says. It had been a long held rule that holidays were for family. It was time for Leo and Henry to have fun as cousins. “Halloween is just for family, you’ll have a good time with Leo.”

Speaking of Leo...

"Leo. Put down the pumpkin!"

"Fine."

“Understood...” He confirms with a nod, trailing off.

“Emma.” She introduces. “Sheriff Emma Swan.”

"Swan." He says simply. "Well Swan”, he says fishing into his pocket. "If you change your mind about the trick or treating..." he hands her a card.

"Oh?" She says surprised. "Photographer?" She reads on the slip of cardstock.

"Usually weddings and the like, the address is outdated but the number...” He scratched behind his ear nervously.

“Do you usually give your number out to people you just meet?” She asks with a brow raised in curiosity.

“Typically that's how one gets business, besides you’re the sheriff.”

She smiles as he and his son walk off. He has the boy’s pumpkin in his arm, the other holding onto the boy’s hand.

For a moment, Emma wonders about calling the guy.

The next she wonders, if he was here with his son and wife, why the hell was he flirting with her?

They arrive back at the farmhouse with no less than five pumpkins. Emma’s not entirely sure how the boys swindled her into buying more pumpkins than they could possibly carve in a month, let alone the few hours till Halloween.

“Pumpkins Pumpkins!” The boys shouted the moment she pulled into her spot in the driveway, practically falling over themselves carrying their pumpkins into the house.

“We have Pumpkins Mom!” Leo calls rushing through the front door. Emma follows behind, holding the other two they just had to have.

Mary Margret, her sister in law looks like she just got home, purse still laying on the couch, kettle still simmering for her daily cup of tea.

“You did!” The pixie cut 4th grade teacher says, a brilliant smile as she embraces her son. She looks up at Emma thankfully, but with a curious expression.

Why so many?

Emma shakes her head.

Don’t ask...

“Go set them on the table and go wash your hands.” She says simply. The boys don’t miss a beat obeying Mary Margaret’s instructions. No one could disobey something when she used her teacher voice, even David and her sometimes caught themselves listening when she raised her voice to that teacher pitch.

“You know Emma.” Her sister-in-law says taking a seat on the couch “You’ll still be Leo’s favorite aunt if you say no to his demands.” Emma groans, collapsing into one of her nearby chairs.

“You know I’m not good at that, if it isn’t something that will put them in mortal danger I’m a sap.”

She laughs in agreement.

It’s then that they could hear a rickety truck pull into the driveway. Everyone in the house knew exactly what that was.

“Dad!” Leo proclaimed, racing towards the door as it swung open.

“Hey bud.” David says, giving his son a hug.

“Uncle David, Uncle David!” Henry exclaims behind his blonde haired cousin. “Look at the pumpkins we got!” He nodded, letting the boys pull him towards the table where the oddly shaped pumpkins waited for carving. Emma could vaguely hear all the ideas they had for the designs that David was going to help them make.

“Let him put his stuff down first.” Mary Margaret calls after them. “Don’t forget to wash your hands!”

“Yes honey.” David replies. There are moments like this that really remind Emma how perfect her brother’s life was. He ran an animal shelter on Main street, married his high school sweetheart, the most perfect person Emma had ever met.

It was really Emma to really feel like a screw up next to him.

Sure she was a sheriff, but that was more of an accident than anything else. The town really only needed two deputies with the sheriff. When Graham Humbert decided he wanted to leave town, Emma was the natural choice. Will Scarlet, the other deputy didn’t really fit the sheriff role.

“Are we going to cut the brain out of the pumpkin now?” Leo asks. “Are you going to use the big knife?”

She watches as Mary Margaret grabs the knife from the kitchen, helping David empty the centers from the pumpkins.

“Did you have fun with Emma today?” Mary says, once all the prep work had been completed and both Emma and she had a glass of red wine in their hands.

“Yeah.” Leo says casually, marker in hand as he draws a spooky face on the pumpkin. She could tell the blonde was concentrating as he had the same face both his father, and cousin had as they too were focused on their creations. “I had this huge Pumpkin I was going to get, like you wouldn’t believe it mom! It was so big!” He extends his arms trying to illustrate the size of the thing. “I tried to get it, but Auntie Emma said it was too big to fit in the car.” He explains.

Emma nods. “We probably wouldn’t have been able to get it to fit in the bug.” She agrees.

“The guy could have helped...” Henry pipes in rather cheerfully.

“Guy? What guy?” David repeats rather surprised, looking between the boys and Emma. He practically screamed over protective big brother mode, making Emma roll her eyes.

Emma closes her eyes, knowing what was about to happen.

"Emma was talking to a guy." Leo says, not even looking up, too busy carving the pumpkin while David helped Henry.

It certainly got Mary Margaret’s attention.

“There was a guy with his son...” She says at the excited look her sister in law was giving her. “He’s married, so obviously I’m not pursuing anything.” She says quickly.

“But this is the first guy you’ve gotten excited about since-”

“I don’t think I’m getting excited about anything.” She reminds her. “I just had a nice conversation. That’s it.”

It was silly, really, to read anything at all into this.

It was just a conversation. A conversation she’d enjoyed, but still just a talk. She'd talked to plenty of people. Perhaps she hadn’t smiled as much or laughed or been disappointed when it ended. Plus he never said anything about being married to his son’s mother. She knows better than anyone that just because you have a kid does not mean you’re married...

She should not be reading into anything.

“Maybe just consider it Emma. I know you don’t like talking about these things, but your walls, the walls you put up ever since Henry was born and Neal left...they may keep out pain, but they also keep out love too.” The older woman glances back at the boys carving. David overseeing them. “A lot can happen when you open yourself to the possibility of love.”

Emma shakes her head.

It didn’t mean anything.

Emma doesn’t need a man. She certainly doesn’t need to be fantasising about a married man, or one in the middle of a divorce or something, her life was complicated enough!

Ok, maybe being a simple sheriff in a small town wasn’t that complicated, but she had Henry to think about. Emma didn’t need tall dark and handsome to make her simple life ever the more complicated.

Mary Margret was going to take the boys trick or treating, and she was going to have a nice night to herself. Maybe she’d do her toes. She hates painting her own nails, so probably not, she’d certainly have a glass of wine. Maybe two.

It was going to be a good night. Emma Swan was determined to have a good night tonight if it killed her.

But of course, things never go according to plan.

“Mom! Leo set the pumpkin on fire!” She hears called over her thoughts.

Emma blinks, then looks up, seeing Mary Margaret’s ten year old standing in front of a currently aflame pumpkin.

Or maybe not...

“But it’s not fair!” Leo exclaims angrily. “Why does Henry get to Trick or Treat if I’m grounded?”

“Because your cousin didn’t put five candles in his pumpkin that caught the rest of the pumpkin on fire.” David says casually, from his seat on the couch.

Leo was in half of his green goblin costume glaring daggers at Henry in his knight outfit. When his parents saw what he was doing, they immediately jumped into action, putting out the fire and grounding their son effective immediately.

“The pumpkin wasn’t behaving.” The elder kid said darkly, arms crossed. “Why is that, my fault?” Mary Margaret sighs.

“Because we don’t light vegetables on fire in the house.”

“Can I go do it outside?”

“No!”

A very annoyed Leo slumped in his chair.

“But we’re supposed to trick or treat together.” He counters.

“Grounding trumps all family rules.” Mary Margret cuts in. “In addition, this is not the first time we’ve had trouble following fire safety Leo.” She too takes her seat on the couch, reality shows blaring in the background.

They had really spared no expense in teaching Leo a lesson. Not only was he grounded for a month, but right when she and Henry headed out, the plan was to play some informational movies about how not to set fires.

“But who am I going to Trick or Treat with?” Henry asks, glancing at his pumpkin pail sadly.

“Henry...” Emma says, not to sure how she was going to solve this problem. “Do you think any of your classmates would mind if you tagged along?” She asks. Henry instantly looks mortified at the suggestion.

“Henry doesn’t have any friends.” Leo says sarcastically. Throwing an eye roll their way.

“Leopold!” Mary Margaret says sternly. “You apologize to your cousin right now.” She orders her son.

Emma can’t help but glare at the boy as he mumbled through a half meaning apology. Henry barely glanced at the older boy, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

Did Henry really not have any friends?

“Henry...” She says simply, pulling her kid to the side. “Are you having trouble making friends?” She asks. They’d been in town for years by now, but when Emma thinks about it, Henry hasn’t gone to any birthday parties, no one had come over to their little apartment, he hadn’t gone over to anyone else’s....

Henry didn’t respond, which was answer enough for her usual chatty boy.

“Roland wanted to be my friend.” He says finally. “Can I trick or treat with him?”

Emma hesitates only a fraction, seeing her kid’s eyes light up when she pulls the business card out of her pocket. Jones Photos.

“I’ll give them a call.” Emma says. “But I’m going with you, non negotiable.”

Henry’s eyes light up, and regardless of Emma’s own worries about contacting Killian Jones, she’s determined to fix things for Henry.

Hey, this is Emma from the Pumpkin Patch, is it possible for Henry and I to come trick or treat with you and Roland?

“Are you sure this is going to fit?” Emma asks once more as Mary Margaret tightens the straps in the back of her costume.

“Of course Emma!” She says excitedly. “Bandit Snow is going to look so good on you!”

Emma hadn’t planned to trick or treat this year with the kids, so when Leo wanted to be the Green Goblin, and Henry wanted to be a knight, David and Mary Margaret decided to match the kids themselves, rather than going in couple costumes. David had gotten a perfect Spider Man costume, while Margaret had decided on going as Snow White, except Mary Margaret always hated the whole ‘Damsel and Distress’ idea so she had done some… alterations.

“So now that the leather vest is on, we can get you in the pants and here’s the bow and the sword, it’s a fake sword but it’s really realistic...” She rambles.

"Its fine, trust me. I really appreciate you lending it to me..." she says trailing off. It doesn't look half bad on her if she's being honest... She likes the look of the blue vest, the under shirt is a bit poofy, but its not unbearable. She got to wear her own khaki pants with some boots.

"You're phone buzzed." Mary Margaret notes handing her the device.

Absolutely! We're thinking of hitting Main Street first, would you like to meet us there?

"You said he was a photographer?" Mary Margaret asks. Emma nods as she types out her reply.

Yeah that works, what time are you thinking?

Emma barely takes notice as her sister-in-law takes the abandoned business card and types something into her phone.

“You didn’t tell me he was that handsome!” She hisses into her ear. It makes her blush brightly as she tries to get her hair tied up. She ties a messy ponytail, which Mary Margaret quickly undoes. Emma can see that she has the guy’s website pulled up, along with a photo of him taking some photos.

“Mary Margaret...” Emma says with a sigh. “You do know you’re married to my brother right?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t admire hotness when I see it.” She says with a wink.

“Oh my God, stop please.”

She ties a much tighter one, letting a few strategically placed hairs escape the hair tie. It's much tighter than the one Emma had done.

45 minutes?

"Looks good." Emma says with a smile. But they have to get going. She stands, exiting the master bedroom. "Henry! Ready to go?"

He practically bolts from his chair looking every bit the knight from his fairy tales, flowing cape, dark blue puffy pants and a light blue tunic. He was practically beaming with excitement.

"Time for Operation Trick or Treat!"

I’m dressed like a pirate, Roland’s dressed as Robin Hood from the movie.

Emma takes another glance up from her phone, looking around carefully for them.

“Swan!”

She turns around, seeing a pirate and fox-bandit coming towards them. She waves at them, especially when she sees Henry jump to get their attention.

“Glad you could join us.” Killian says once they’re close enough. But Emma was too… distracted by his pirate get up.

“You look...”

His vest is a scarlet red color, his jacket is dark, long and flowy, his eyes were lined with eyeliner and his fingers have ruby rings on one hand, the other was...a hook?

He looks better than he did before, if Emma’s being honest.

She should not be thinking these things, not when he’s possibly married.

He smirks. “I know.”

Emma can’t help but roll her eyes at the smugness. “You look great too Swan.” Emma flicks her hair in agreement, watching as the boys chat excitedly as well. “Where should we start?”

It’s Henry that answers. “Granny’s, She always gives hot chocolate when we trick or treat, plus Ruby gives the best candy.” Roland nods in agreement and rushes in the general direction of the cafe.

“They’re getting along well.” Killian murmurs. “Henry goes to the local elementary school right?” Emma nods.

“4th grade.”

“Perfect, same as Roland. I’m glad the lad will have a friend when he starts school on Monday.” Emma didn’t expect that, she knew he was new in town, but the thought that he was about to be a new regular was a bit surprising. That meant PTA meetings, soccer games, bake sales, carpool lines...“Where’s your other boy, Leo?” Killian asks.

“Oh, he’s my nephew, Henry’s my son.” Emma clarifies. “Leo got grounded by his parents.”

“On Halloween?”

“There was a Pumpkin Incident...” Emma says casually, hoping he doesn’t press for details.

“Trick or Treat, Sheriff.” Granny says when they reach the dinner, handing her a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate, just the way she likes it.

“Hey Granny, have you met Killian yet?” She introduces taking a sip of her drink, inhaling the scent of cinnamon. The older woman nods, looking him up and down. The guy grins back at her.

“Didn’t realize I made an impression.”

“Of course, not many in this town are as fine as you.” She says with a wolfish smirk. This makes Killian’s cheeks turn pink as he scratches behind his ears.

He’s about to respond when Ruby, dressed as The Little Red Riding Hood, as always, quickly intervenes. “Granny! Stop hitting on people.” Pulling the older woman away. “We're nearly out of marshmallows!” She exclaims, shooting an apologetic smile their way.

“Come on Mom!” Henry groans, grabbing her hand. “Lets keep going!” Killian is also being pulled away by Roland. Not that she’s surprised, they decide to trick or treat down the stores on Main Street, before descending on the residential block just across from it.

“They seem to have this down to a science.” Killian points out, noticing that they’d only been at this for an hour and Roland had a completely full pail. She nods.

“It’s the usual route, most of the locals know what houses to hit first, and which to avoid. For example,” She points to a small quaint looking cottage filled with a beautiful garden. “Never visit Aurora and Phillip’s house, rumor has it they give out raisins.” Killian visibly shutters. “But they’re really nice people, just a bit too into healthy eating...” She points to the large mansion decorated with cobwebs and batts. “This is The Gold Residence, they give out...” She trails off as Henry and Roland race back from the large house, prize in hand.

“Movie Theater sized candy!” Roland exclaims, an entire box of whoppers clutched in his grip, one ear of his fox head hanging the wrong way.

“Wow...” Killian says dumb founded.

“The guy’s rich and his wife, Belle the librarian loves giving out candy. They always run out pretty quickly though...Be careful of the husband, he’s not nearly as kind as Belle.” She smiles and continues her introduction on How To Trick or Treat in Storybrooke.

“Marco doesn’t give out the best stuff, but his son August always hangs out in his garage giving the kids the good stuff.” She snickers at that one. “One time, Marco called me in because he thought August was dealing drugs, not Reese’s Pieces.”

That makes Killian laugh. “You certainly know the town pretty well.”

She does, doesn’t she? It hadn’t always been like that. When she came to town, she hated the fact that it was a ‘small town where everyone knew everyone. The rumors, gossip, but there was something homey about it too. Like everyone was talking about you because they cared about you, they warned each other about things they found fishy. A bit like a quirky family.

“I don’t know, it sort of snuck up on me...I wasn’t a small town kind of girl growing up...” She wasn’t an anywhere kind of person growing up.

“Too many happy families?” He assumes. It catches her off guard. She catches his expression and suddenly he knows. “You have that look Swan, the look we all get after being abandoned.”

Perhaps that’s what drew her to him. “Who was it for you?”

He smirks; even if the conversation was nothing to smile about. “My father. Left the day we buried my mother.”

Emma pauses. “My parents abandoned me on the side of the road. Then turned around and kept my brother.” She doesn’t resent her brother, not one bit, but to say that she never forgave her parents was an understatement. “I found this out after Henry was born, I wanted to know where we come from in case anything happened...”

Killian nods in agreement. “My brother tried to get custody of us, but a couple adopted us instead. We didn’t get along too well with the mother, but things did work out in the end… Sometimes things work out in bizarre ways.”

Emma definitely agrees on that. “Hey Henry!” Emma calls. Her kid looks up. “Why don’t we take them to the Haunted Mansion?”

“Ooooh, Good idea!”

“Haunted Mansion?” Killian repeats.

“Trust me, you both will love it.”

They did love it, even if the possessed monkeys did freak Roland out a bit.

“Does Henry’s father come to these very often?” Killian says suddenly, scratching behind his neck.

“He’s not a part of our life.” Emma responds automatically. His eyes widen with some sort of understanding.

“Aye. His loss then.” He replies. Emma raises a brow.

“Aye? Really getting into character aren’t you?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively in response.

“Absolutely.” She laughs at that.

“Hey Mom, the house on the end has someone new in it.” Henry says, and he’s right, the white manner that had been empty for as long as she could remember had always been empty, a For Sale sign a permanent fixture of the neighborhood.

Now it was gone, in its place where graves and pumpkins, no less than six various carved pumpkins lines the walkway, bats hung from the arch. She could even see candles burning creepily in the windows.

“That’s our house.” Roland says. “Mom’s giving out caramel apple slices.”

Emma exchanges a glance with Henry.

Definitely not as bad as raisins.

“Can Henry come over?” Roland asks Killian, big puppy dog eyes that would have Emma hesitating. He glances at Emma.

“Just for a little bit.” She confirms with a smile. “We promised we’d bring Leo a few treats remember.” Henry nods in agreement. It sends the boys running in that direction. It takes a few words with the woman, dressed as an evil witch, before they disappear inside.

“We have a killer apple cider.” Killian says with a mischievous wink.

Emma’s not to sure what he’s getting at. Was he really inviting her inside to drink in front of his wife? This was getting too weird.

“Thanks, but technically I’m still on duty.” It was a lie, but it worked. He looks visibly disappointed. Not that she should care. Emma really can’t afford having rumors spread about crushing on the new District Attorney’s husband before the woman even moves into her office.

Not that she’s crushing on Killian.

“At least come in and meet Regina.” He says. “You’ll probably be working with her regardless.” Emma hesitates. “Besides, Henry and Roland are having a good time.”

That gets her, she’d do anything for Henry, even engage in pleasantries with the wife of the guy she did not have a crush on. Maybe just an interest? But not romantic. Not at all.

“Regina, this is Emma, Henry’s mom and the Sheriff.” Killian introduces. She smiles sheepishly.

She puts out her hand for Regina to shake. Emma’s rather impressed by her dark purple manicure. “Miss Swan.” She says “It seems we’ll be seeing a lot of each other soon.” She opens the door welcoming her inside. The home is...beautiful, white couches, beautiful marble floors, everything as pristine and perfect as possible. It has a forest sort of feel.

“Killy! Come see how much candy we have!” Roland says as soon as their inside. He grabs his hand and pulls. He looks back at them before he was pulled away into another room by the little Robin Hood.

Regina snickers. “He’s a total sap with him.” Emma nods.

“Roland obviously loves him.” Emma agrees.

“Cider?” Regina offers. She shakes her head. “Suit yourself.” She says pouring herself a glass. Then she sits on her couch, the woman’s gaze makes her feel nervous. She looks around for something to take the piercing gaze of the lawyer off her. “Are those family pictures?” She says suddenly, noticing the wall of frames in the far side of the room. It makes Regina’s expression soften instantly.

“Yes, this are when Roland was a baby.” Emma glances over, seeing a much softer version of the woman before her holding a toddler with the same curly hair as the boy she’s met.

“He looks so precious.” Emma says. Regina picks up another photo.

“This is him with his father starting little league in Boston, it didn’t really stick but they enjoyed it.” Emma sees little Roland in his uniform, it’s red with a shark on it, he’s holding a baseball bat grinning with a man.

A man who is not Killian. “Wait you said that he’s with his father in this picture?” Emma asks. It’s not making sense.

“Yes, my husband Robin. He’s a Marine overseas right now, but his tour ends December.” Emma looks at the photo and then back to the room where Killian disappeared.

“I thought...I thought Killian was your husband?!” she says still too shocked to understand.

“Killian.” Regina repeats. “You thought I’d marry him?” she seems genuinely appalled by the suggestion, but she lets out a laugh regardless. “Killian is my brother, adopted brother, but he’s family regardless. He moved with me when I got the job.” The woman narrows her eyes. Definitely looking like a woman who can read between the lines “But I assure you, he’s absolutely single.”

Oh my God. Emma thinks, face flushed with embarrassment.

“Honestly Miss Swan, he was over the moon when he got your text. If you’re going to be the key witness to a majority of my cases, you need to make sure you don’t jump to conclusions. ”

This can not be happening.

“Bloody hell, what did Regina say now?” Killian says coming into the room, chewing on something chocolate, his hook gone in favor of a small box of candy. “Milkdud?” He offers.

“I think I’m going to leave the two of you alone. I need to make sure that Roland isn’t eating too much candy.” Regina announces, giving her a pointed glance. A glance towards Killian.

“What was that about?” Killian asks. “Did she say something mildly offending? You shouldn’t take it personally, she can’t help herself.”

“Yeah, but it’s fine. She’ll warm up to me.” Emma assures him. “I tend to be prickly to most people.”

“You didn’t seem prickly to me.”

“You don’t strike me as most people.” She responds. “But anyway, I think I have to get going, candy for Leo, plus its technically a school night...” She says trailing off. “Henry! Finish up! It’s time to go.” She calls.

“Of course.” Killian agrees, scratching behind his ear sheepishly. He looks a bit sad by the idea of her leaving. Emma decides, in a spur of the moment decision, to fix that.

Ever so softly, she plants a kiss on his lips, until she feels him lean in and so she ends up grabbing him by the coat jacket, pulling him ever so closer. Killian Jones is a damn good kisser.

He’s wide eyed and surprised when they part. “That was...”

“...Gross.” Henry says, passing right between them. “Let’s go! I have to tell Leo all the stuff he missed!” Henry announces.

“Right.” Emma agrees, feeling her kid pull her away towards the door. “I get my coffee every morning at 8.” She announces in his direction, smirking. “See you then?” She asks.

“As you wish.”

Killian shows up for coffee that next morning.

And the morning after that...

The next year, Killian, Robin, David and the three boys bring home the largest pumpkin Emma’s ever seen.

It takes its place front in center in the new house they bought together.

#Captain Swan #cs role reversal #cs halloween week #csff #cs au ff

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Glee Memories: 1x10 Ballad

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x10 Ballad “Ok, who can tell me what a ballad is?” “It’s a male duck”

ok, I disagree with Schue’s definition of a ballad. “Stories set to music” – um…isn’t that every song? Or is it just in musicals that it’s supposed to be, lol?

“Looks like my weekly letter to the Ohio showchoir committee FINALLY paid off” and the look she gives Puck. Haha. This Rachel Berry is funny. Cause they’re letting us laugh at her right along with her. Not asking us to put her on a pedestal and/or take her seriously all the damn time. I’m not even gonna get started. I’m watching this post Props/Nationals, and though I didn’t think it could, my hate has grown. In abundance. Trying to keep it in check. Moving on…

“I bet that duck’s in the hat”

“Matt’s out sick today. He had to go to the hospital cause they found a spider in his ear” Um, ew. Also terrifying. However, humorous nonetheless. And an effort to explain a random absence of a Glee club member. Remember how they used to do that?

Aw, Artie drew Quinn’s name out of the hat. :) 2 seasons later and they’ll get 2 duets (both of which I loooove). Shame they didn’t do it this ep. Romantic or just friends, I ADORE the chemistry with Diana and Kevin. I really wanted to see more of that. :(

omg. Kurt’s face when Finn pulls his name. Adorable. Also, I love that Finn is not cool with it but a year later Sam is totes fine. Maybe that’s just cause I love dudes that are comfortable enough in their sexuality to do things that d-bags in high school might tease them about being gay for. Or maybe that’s just cause I love Sam Evans. Couldn’t tell ya. Except yeah, I totes could. It’s cause I wants a Trouty Mouth to call my very own. *lesigh*

“other asian” Ha!

Brittana!

“The fates talked, Mr. Schue” #BlessFinnsHeart

I love the voice-overs during Endless Love: “Screw him if he thinks he’s taking the Diana Ross part from me” “I love the days when I wear no underwear” “I never noticed how nice Rachel’s butt is…oh crap! I think Quinn knows I’m staring at it!”

I also love the facial expressions of Rachel and Mr. Schue here. Hilarious.

Haha – Brad’s like “wtf is happening?”

“Crap – she looks crazy right now!” hahahahahaha

Because of Rachel’s realization through this song, it means Lea Michele can’t squint nearly as much. Wow. It’s like a whole new Rachel with her eyes open while she’s singing.

Artie’s face after the duet. It’s like someone stepped in dog poop.

Ok, Charlotte Ross was in a show in the 90’s I used to watch that, if I recall, failed miserably but nonetheless had a brief stint as my guilty pleasure show. And I can’t remember what it is for the life of me and keep forgetting to look when I have access to google it. Anyone?

“I don’t want you to lift a finger for me. I’m your wife!” Oh wow. So unhealthy. So republican. Soooooo some parts of Ohio. These are the folks that voted for Bush. :/ Yep, I’m still ashamed to be from Ohio when I think of that election.

Suzy. Pepper. Yes. I love this actress. Bright and Hannah were my OTP on Everwood. I miss them.

“You knew it was me just by the sound of my breath. That’s so romantic.”

“Listen, you little psycho, this is Will’s wife, and if I don’t get enough sleep my anti-depressants won’t work, and then I’ll go crazy and I’ll kill you.” Oh Terri. So maternal and loving.

Suzy Pepper is sobbing to More Than Words. That was my jam back in the day!

“Your lashing out at me is fantastically compelling…and….inappropriate.”

“Thank God I never missed a piano lesson” – really Kurt? Is this the first and only time we’re to believe Kurt can play piano well enough to accompany someone from memory?

Finn singing I’ll Stand By You to a sonogram dvd on his laptop. I have no words. I don’t think I thought it was this weird the first time I watched it.

So Finn’s mom busts him singing to said laptop sonogram dvd…and he doesn’t close the laptop…or stop the dvd…or try to hide the screen. He sits up next to it as she approaches him, almost begging her to see it. I felt the same way then as I do now – it was an opportunity for him to not tell her necessarily but for her to find out anyways and I think he really wanted her to know so he could go to her for help and comfort and to relieve everything he couldn’t deal with about the situation. I’m just sayin’.

Oh old school Carol with her denim and that hair…she’s still such a great mom though. And this actress. My God. She’s amazing.

“You’re wrong, I’m right. I’m smart, you’re dumb.”

“Dude. Impulse control!” haha

“I dunno why I find his stupidity charming. I mean, he’s cheating off a girl who thinks the square root of 4 is rainbows.” #BlessFinnsHeart

Oh Young Girl/Don’t Stand So Close to Me mash-up. I fell in lust with you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

Seriously. Matthew Morrison is so hot in this mash-up. Yowzah.

“So, Rachel, do you think you understood the message I was trying to get across with that ballad?” “Yes! It means I’m very young and it’s hard for you to stand close to me.”

“You’re a very good performer. He’s very good.”

Finn and Kurt bonding over their lost parents. This is a sweet scene.

“You think I should bring a gun?” #BlessFinnsHeart

“Casserole’s almost ready. Hope you like venison!” Ok. TERRIFYING to come home and find Rachel Berry in an apron, cooking you dinner, in your home.

Hey, remember that time that Rachel literally sang 3 lines of Crush and they released it in its entirety as a single from this episode? Ridonk.

“I found out today that my hamster was pregnant in biology class and I just started weeping!”

Aw, Mercedes and Puck are paired up for duet ballads.

haha. Babygate.

“Finn’s not the father! I am.” People be spilling out their truths to Mercedes y’all.

“Alright, look, you need to get something through your Mohawk real quick: you’re the baby’s daddy. It takes a hell of a lot more to be a father and that role’s already been cast because Quinn chose Finn. You need to accept that and move on cause you have no business messin’ up that girl’s life more than you already have. You need to back off. You owe her at least that much. ”Aw, Mercedes. Laying down tough love. And looking out for Quinn before they were even friends. Man. I love Mercedes.

Oh that’s right – Quinn has an older sister! Why did we never meet her?

“He wears a helmet when he plays, right?” – THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’! #BlessFinnsHeart

“I have to go, they’ll think I’m pooping.” Hehehehe.

omg. So I love this still. Finn is doing karate moves in the bathroom mirror to pump himself up to sing to the Fabrays that Quinn’s pregnant. That is so effing funny. What happened to this Finn?

You’re Having My Baby. Haha. This song is so cheesy. This scene is so uncomfortable.

So Quinn’s parents, unlike Finn, are NOT simple-minded and have figured it out. And it’s terrifying.

“We didn’t even have sex” #BlessFinnsHeart

Quinn’s parents are kicking her out. Well, her dad is and her mom isn’t standing up to him. This is rough. Especially when you realize they’re supposed to be 15. So wrong. Poor Quinn. And her dad just screamed at her that she was a disappointment. Yeah…she’s had to deal with some shit. And in the end, they don’t acknowledge that she did and try to make her out to be the bad guy, and selfish… Way to go, RIB.

Oh good ole Carol, without a moment of hesitationlets Quinn stay with them.

“Honey, you can stay here as long as you want.” Carol’s the best. So glad she found Burt.

“We’re not so different, you and me. We’re both mildly attractive and extremely grating. Love is hard for us. We look for boys we know we can never have. Mr. Schue is a perfect target for our self-esteem issues. He can never reciprocate our feelings which only reinforces the conviction that we’re not worthy of being loved. Trust me. I’m a cautionary tale. You need to find some self-respect, Rachel. Get that mildly attractive groove back.” Suzy Pepper, ladies and gentlemen. Dropping truth bombs.

“There’s some boy out there who’s gonna like you for everything you are, including those parts of you that even you don’t like. Those are gonna be the things about you that he likes the most.” Hmm…might be true. Never thought about this, but I’d say that describes Jesse. But not Finn so much. Maybe recently. But…he has made several comments about her being annoying or controlling as they were dating. And not in a ‘those are my favorite things about her’ kinda way. Just sayin’.

Aw. Kurt seems like he feels really bad about Quinn getting kicked out.

“Open your eyes! I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.” “Is there a cake?” No, there’s no cake!” #BlessFinnsHeart

Lean On Me. Watching this now, with one ep left and it’s graduation…yeah, I’m crying. Dammit, Glee.

haha, Mercedes just kinda pushed past Rachel who was front and center to sing her solo. Probably not intentional but still funny.

Damn, Kevin McHale.

Damn, Amber Riley.

SOLOS: Rachel (1), Will (2), Finn (2), Artie (1), Mercedes (1)

#Glee Memories #Glee #lol Glee #Glee Ballad

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