#so usually we do it sometime before christmas week or like between the 26th and new years

[greyias]

please do the life day party but also. i don't know what day it usually is but i am literally begging you not to do it on the 22nd or 23rd because i'll be like 500 miles away from my computer

Honestly, the day usually varies, because I alwayyyys forget until the last minute 😅 It'll probably be next week some time, because I also cannot do it on the 23rd for very similar reasons!

It's usually at 3 pm central time (or 9pm universal standard time), because that seems to be the happiest medium for everyone in the states and a large portion of Europe (I know, RIP for Aussies/Pacific Ocean time zones), but with the way the calendar falls this year we'd have to do it probably on a weekday.

So far there seems to be an overwhelming "Yes" reply, so I'll probably put another poll together once this one closes out so we can figure out what day works for the majority of peeps.

[wild3flow3r]

Santa Baby // HS

Hey everyone! It’s been a long time since I posted some writing, but this season I was a part of @goldenbluesuit​ Christmas Song Fic Challenge! It was so much fun and I want to give her a huge thanks for allowing me to participate! Make sure to read all of the other fics in this challenge that have been posted + will be posted in the upcoming days. Without further ado, here’s my piece!

word count: 1.4k

cw: none! just tried to make something sweet :)

In my twenty-five years of life, I never, not once, imagined myself falling into bed with a mall Santa. Let alone one I detested with every fiber of my being. But alas, it was Christmas Eve and even stranger things have happened during the holidays. But honestly, this probably isn’t the strangest thing to have ever happened. This cannot be the first time a mall Santa and his most trusted elf have found themselves in this most uncompromising of positions in the Elf’s flat just a quick cab ride away from Santa’s village.

His lips brush over my jawline before moving down to my neck, his teeth catching on some skin. I feel his hands trying to undo all the knots on the front of my shift. At one point he just starts pulling at them in aggravation, a low groan falling past his lips and onto my skin. I can’t help but laugh, which only earns me a hard squeeze on both sides of my hips.

“You’re being rude,” he mutters. Again I laugh.

“I quite vividly remember somebody stealing my lunch out of the fridge today. Now that was rude.”

He lifts his head up so his green eyes can gaze into mine. The shade of them is darker. If it’s from the lack of light, or from annoyance at me and my dress, or just because of what I feel poking against my thigh under his red trousers, I’m not sure.

“Mabel,” he groans. I am very much dancing on his last nerve now.

“Harry,” I sing-song back. “You should be better at those knots by now, honestly. We’ve been going at this for weeks. You’ve had practice.”

“You mess them up like this on purpose. I know it.”

I met Harry Styles one day in the middle of November when Santa’s village opened for business at our city mall. Originally, he was supposed to be an elf just like me. But then the Santa the mall had hired had fallen ill, and Harry was asked to step up in replacement. He very much did not look like Santa, even with the beard and glasses he was forced to wear, but the children, and their parents, loved him so much, for reasons I could never comprehend, even with being with him as I am now. And because he was such a hit, the mall asked him to step in as Santa permanently.

Even from the first moment I met him, I knew no good would come of him. First off, green eyes were my weakness. But then he opened up that big dumb mouth of his and made fun of my (handmade but mall approved) elf costume. Well, now that costume was making fun of him.

“This feels like something that could end you up on the naughty list.”

With a big roll of my eyes, I kick the elf boots off my feet, hearing the bells on them jingle when they hit the ground.

Another check off on why I found him so detestable. He took his job way too seriously. And not as in he actually thought of himself as Santa, but more the power dynamic between Santa and his elf. Often times I was the punchline to a joke he was making to a child and their parent. All harmless, of course, but they wound their ways under my skin until I was ready to burst with annoyance. And the constant references on finding myself on the naughty list, if I hadn’t found myself in bed with him nearly every night since the day we met, I would show him what would actually get me on the naughty list. Also, he likes to steal my lunches, a big fault in his personality.

I hadn’t meant to start sleeping with him. We were five days into our working relationship when it happened. He often liked to turn everything into a game. The staring contest was our most popular, but there was also the quiet game, and sometimes even a race on who could get to the cab first. He loves a competition. I, on the other hand, find them rather aggravating, but that’s probably because I usually lose. But I don’t know. One second we were in the breakroom by ourselves having a tough match at the staring contest, and the next his lips were on mine. It was like all this tension I’d been feeling for him was slowly being released. And that night, with one of his arms wrapped around my shoulder as we both laid on our backs, his breath slow and steady with sleep, it was the calmest I’ve felt in a long time. I wanted to do it again, and I guess so did he. So unless one of us really has plans that they cannot cancel, we find ourselves most nights after work at one of our homes. Usually mine, since Harry has a nosey roommate.

“Oh poor me, I’m so worried.”

“Just help me get it off.” His pout is almost adorable. Focus, Mabel.

“Stop eating my lunches. I don’t make them for you.”

“So you did tangle them on purpose!”

I shrug, a smirk playing across my lips. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Only good boys get what they ask for.”

He nuzzles his head back against my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “I promise to stop,” he whispers. The smile on his lips gives away his lie.

I hum in response. I push at his shoulders until finally he releases me and falls against the mattress on his back. His fingers brush against the back of my hand before I stand up and head over to the mirror. A knot like this would confuse Harry, but I know the ins and outs of it. It only takes me a few moments to get it free, but Harry still found himself bored waiting. I hear him fiddling around with the radio on my nightstand, landing on a station playing a Christmas Hits countdown. The first few cords of Santa Baby play through the speakers. Kylie Minogue starts to sing just as I turn to face him again.

His eyes grow wide as a shed the dress off my body, now only wearing pale green leggings. No matter how many times he’s seen me naked, he always makes it feel like the first. New. Exciting. Sexy.

He’s been sans his shirt and red coat for a while now, but his red trousers stand at my attention. One moment he’s on the bed, staring, and the next he’s on my like a lion on their prey. He throws me back on the bed before covering my body once more. Now his head travels down from my neck to my chest to my navel, humming along to the song the entire time.

“Been an awful good girl,” he mutters along with Kylie while peppering kisses against my hips as he peels the leggings off.

My fingers brush through his curls. I tug at them lightly before he moves any further down. He looks up at my with a question on his face.

“What’s going to happen after Christmas?” I whisper.

It’s been on my mind this last week. After tomorrow we would no longer be working together. We would no longer be seeing each other. I loate this man in front of me. But also, my heart has grown quite fond of him. And he’s really good with what he does in bed. Like really good. And sometimes he’s funny. Alright, a lot of the time he’s funny. And he really is kind, when he’s not trying to get a rise out of me. But we’d never put a label on this when we first started sleeping together. I don’t know what we are now. I don’t know what we will be. But I’d like to know now, to protect my heart if he decides to leave my life for good in two days.

He comes up again, pressing soft kisses against my lips until I’m smiling. “You don’t think you can get rid of my that easily, do you?”

“We never talked about-”

“I know. “But I’m not going to disappear after tomorrow. You’re too much fun to annoy to do that.”

“Oh shut it,” I mutter.

“With pleasure,” he grins before moving back south.

I don’t know what December 26th will bring, to see whether or not Harry and I have been living in a Christmas induced bubble. I don’t know if we’ll make it to the New Year. Maybe we could make it to Easter. But all I know for certain is right now, with Harry between my legs going as slow and tortuous as he can, and Kylie Minogue asking Santa to hurry down the chimney tonight. Kylie knew what she was talking about.

[antiracistkaren]

For Me, Christmas is Trauma

TW/CW: Death, overdose

I really didn’t want it to be that way, but it wasn’t up to me. Since I was born on Christmas, it’s really all I hear about. From birth, people wanted to really highlight the fact that I was born on Christmas Day. The nurses encouraged my mom to name me “Holly” or “Noel” but she went with something different (thank goodness). I have been asked “Do you get double Presents?” over 1 million times, and counting. I have been asked, “Oh... does it suck?” about 500,000 times.

And I heave a big sigh, every time it is brought up, and say:

If you want to know the truth, it’s complicated. I was born at 8:22 PM, and for some reason, my mom made a big deal out of the fact that it was not my birthday until 8:22 PM, and it was Christmas every minute up to that. As I got older, I really resented this, as even when family members outside of my house hold would wish me happy birthday, my mother could be heard screaming from the hills “....NOT UNTIL 8:22!”

In my teenage years, this began to truly grate on my nerves, since I had a niece and nephew who took center stage on Christmas. I loved being with them on Christmas Day, and I loved wrapping their toys, but what I didn’t love was that I couldn’t mix my birthday in and celebrate alongside them.

I asked my mom a few times about moving my birthday to my half-birthday (this is the solution that someone usually arrives at when I explain the above situation), June 25th. Mom would say, “But Dawn’s birthday is June 26th.”

Dawn. My sister was 14 years older than me. She was the mother of my niece and nephew. We had a tumultuous relationship, to say the least: when I was a kid she was fond of pinching me until I was screaming, or tickling me until I couldn’t breathe, or body slamming me on the couch, or trying to make me say something ugly to my mother (”tell mom she’s stupid!” she would whisper, and I would yell, “MOM! Dawn wants me to tell you you’re stupid.”)

To me, she was always pretty cool, although she would blow my spot up and tattle to my mother about anything. She would encourage me to drink at her house (in 6th grade), and then tell on me for it. She would allow a boy to come over and then would go out on dates, and then lied to my mother about it. That lie in particular broke our relationship: my mother hit me mercilessly and called me a liar over and over when the truth contradicted my older sister’s lie. But I can’t lie, really, especially not in emotional distress, because I am autistic. So no matter how hard I was hit, I wouldn’t change my story, which enraged my mother beyond rational capacity.

When she started doing drugs, though, she was not at all cool anymore. She had confessed to me trying oxy and saying they “felt really good,” but not liking pot because “it makes me paranoid.” She overdosed on December 26th, 2005, five years into an addiction that started with that first moment in 2000. For me, it was a moment where I kept a secret that I should have told, and for me it is a long line between this statement and the one where I was screaming “NO!” into the telephone to my mother choking out the words “Dawn’s dead.” 

You can see the issue here. My sister, who was in so much pain as a single mother she turned to drugs, died a horrific and sudden death on the day after my birthday.

And now, should I try to have a half-birthday, I am haunted on both ends. My birthday and her death juxtaposed, and a half-birthday and her birth, juxtaposed. She will forever be 36, and I will forever look back over my shoulder at her, instead of ahead of me where she should be.

Holidays during college, during the worst of her drug use, were full-on masking charades to me. I would have knots in my stomach, driving home, often having to pull over and breathe, or find a bathroom, I felt so sick. Dawn would be there, often high, with her kids looking hollow and wide-eyed. I would play with them and take them upstairs, or outside. We would make walks around the neighborhood together, and play Wii. Dawn would sometimes say something excoriating and then proceed to pass out on the couch. She would wake up and remember nothing she had said and done, cheerful and rested, a completely different than the sharp-tongued woman who had hurt me.

The Christmas Day before she died, I was so angry with her for living with another addict, for getting married again, and skipping visitation, that I refused to speak with her. I crossed my arms, shook my head no, and would not take the phone from my mother when it was my turn. Unfortunately, it was my last opportunity to say anything to her good or bad. Unfortunately, I cannot remember when I saw her before that... was it the spring before? I don’t know. It was inconsequential at that point, overshadowed by the guilt of what could have been done on Christmas Day, what I could have said to keep her alive.

So every year I mark time on a day that has never ever been about me. Another year older. Another year closer to the age when she died. And now, I move past her life. I go on without her, but I am so broken and hurt from this last year. I understand how much pain she was in, and how she died trying to numb herself from it. I understand that my passing the phone might have been the last jab she could take. I understand that it is not solely on me.

But I think about it.

So I am not really a big fan of Christmas. Having to put up decorations to the day that your sister overdosed feels fake. Celebrating and decorating are complete masks for me. If I had my way, I would take a week off from the world to think and ponder over the past year, to love on my sister’s memory in some way, and to honor the fact that I am still going. I am still fighting. And I know with confidence that I will Keep Going. Much like, even under pain, I could not lie. Even under extreme emotional distress, I cannot stop moving forward. I must move through this trauma every single year and try so hard to find the joy in it.

I know that I’m not alone in this. Trauma doesn’t care what time of year it is. The over-excited, everything-must-be-perfect, and isn’t-this-time-of-year-wonderful types of sentiments aren’t working for me. My Christmases past are morbid, tense affairs, and are mostly solemn to me. I put up the tree because custom demands that I do so for my children. 

To me, every year, it feels like I am putting sharp objects all around my house, poking at me with their bright lights and tinny sounds. Christmas is living breathing trauma for me, and I survive every year... but it feels like trauma the whole time.

[agriculturestudies]

Summer studying challenge

Second week review

From tomorrow I’m going to post more consistently. 

20th July - Do you usually go on vacation during the summer?

It depends, for the last three years we went to tourist resorts for a week or two. Sometimes we go to the shared houses we have in my extended family, but for the last five-ish years, because we renovated the countryside house, we go there (to the delight of my sisters (I’m kidding, they don’t like going there)).

21st July - What is the best vacation you have ever been on? (note: does not have to have been during summer)

In Christmas 2016 me and my father went to visit my aunt and cousin in Sydney. It was a cultural shock, Santa Clauses surfing? We don’t get that over here. I really enjoyed that and I nearly had the opportunity to go back there for my birthday this year because my cousin was getting married, but we had to postpone it.

22nd July -  What is your dream vacation?

Either going somewhere in North Europe or Asia, or Edinburgh because when I went there it was with a summer camp and I spent most of the time studying in a college.

23rd July - What is the worst vacation you have ever been on?

In summer 2018 I had the State Exam for my high school diploma (at the time a beautiful four days experience in a three weeks period) and in the midst of that sadly my father passed away. Because I felt like I hadn’t had the time to properly mourn, I was feeling slightly depressed, so my mother decided to have a change of scenery. I don’t know what was worse, the place, the people. Long story short, don’t let my sister choose where we have to spend the time.

24th July - What is your favourite vacation memory?

Form the Sydney vacation, we visited the aquarium. The closest I have ever been to a dugong. Loved it. Or that time when my father had to meet with friends from when he was a cadet, and the two of us with my mother spent the whole day going to Taranto and other places nearby. Don’t worry, my sisters were with entertainers from the tourist resort, we didn’t abandon them.

25th July - What was/is your favourite event or day in the summer? Are you a ‘summer person’ or do you prefer it when it is colder?

It’s not a specific day, but from the 10th/15th of August onward, the nights get progressively chillier and I like laying on the ground with a blanket watching the sky. (Never seen a shooting star on the 10th, but I like doing it nevertheless). I’m more of an autumn/winter person, mostly because when it’s hot I don’t feel very energized, hence why you can find me sometimes doing yard work at sunrise.

26th July - What is your typical daily routine in the summer?

If the night before was too hot, you won’t see me awake until 10/11 a.m. because I couldn’t sleep. Either in the morning or the afternoon I take my dog on a walk that is between 30mins to 2 hours long. I read. Since I can remember I always have to study during summer, so at least a chapter scattered along the day is done. If there’s a planned visit to a swimming place, I’m usually standing somewhere with water to my shoulders because I can’t swim and I’m terrified of deep waters.

[marriedandttc]

Here is a fun fact for you: 60% of our income for the past two years has gone directly into our infertility journey.

That’s far more money than we spend on food, utilities, clothing, prescription medications, and any other need.

For the past 51 months we have done nothing other than plan for, and do everything in our power, to start our family.

Every penny that we saved during our two year engagement and newlywed years was blown within two months of testing with our OB, back before IVF was even a thought.

During our marriage we have been lucky enough to have a lot of travels: Detroit, Chicago, Boston, Orlando! While all of those experiences are incredible memories they were only possible thanks to family vacations and birthday/Christmas gifts.

We haven’t invested in our happiness, relationship, or passions in over four years.

And that is changing in 2019.

We just finalized our reservation to return to Universal Studios - Orlando for my 26th birthday. 🎂 🎁 🍰

As we clicked “finalize booking” I was moved to tears, I can’t begin to explain how excited we are! For the next five/six months we are going to focus on planning our trip, saving for fun and different experiences there, and being together.

While our journey to expand our family won’t be ending I am allowing myself a few months to be happy, appreciate what I have, and not worry about fundraising.

I haven’t had a day without agonizing over OPK tests, blood work, and “baby making loans” since 2014.

This is long overdue.

It’s time we take some time to just be Mr. & Mrs. Russell and allow the “infertile” part of our marriage to be a minuscule part of our identity.

As I’ve alluded to this last IVF cycle failing has done a real toll on my well-being.

I’ve been seeing the same therapist since I was 18 years old, before I ever met my husband. We began diving into what I enjoy, what I care about, and what makes me tick. It took all of three minutes for me to realize... I don’t know anymore.

If it doesn’t have anything to do with our fertility journey, advocating personally and publicly, or fundraising I don’t have space for it in my heart. Sometime between “I do” in 2014 and today I lost every aspect of my personality.

I had widdled myself down to an infertile person and nothing more.

So I was tasked with thinking back: what last made me feel like me again?

And I instantly knew it was the moment I walked into Diagon Alley in Universal. For a few days I wasn’t infertile, I wasn’t distraught, I was a mother fucking wizard.

I told Stephen about this epiphany and we decided we needed a break. We needed to do something solely for us. We needed to be selfish with our love and fall hopelessly into each other.

So instead of putting our tax return on our IVF loan we booked a one week vacation. While we will “try” as we usually do, I’m not going to plan fundraisers or hunt down scholarships. During this time I’m going to relearn who I am and fall hopelessly in love with myself as a woman - not a hopeful mother.

I am excited. I am relieved.

I. Am. Free.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 4

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)*I HAVE MADE A DECISION ON THE CHARACTER! KYLIN WILL BE PLAYED BY TAYLOR MOMSEN, NATURALLY I DO NOT OWN HER OR HER LIKLYNESS IM JUST USING HER FACE FOR VISUAL EFFECT.* TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies

    Another two months had past since I had hung out with Jeffrey. I hadn’t seen him since, but he did send a bouquet of black roses to the bar for my 26th birthday in November, and we texted everyday. Whether it was a ‘Good morning,’ or ‘Goodnight’ or even, 'How is your day going?’ Sometimes we would get the chance to talk for hours, but with him filming and me working six nights a week, our busy-ness kept us content with just a simple 'sweet dreams’ at the end of every evening.       It was the beginning of a Wednesday night shift, 2 weeks before Christmas. I was behind the bar, getting it ready, when Andrea came running up to me with my phone in her hand. She waved it frantically in my face, pointing at the screen. In the  months that we had communicated, we had never spoke on the phone, but here was his picture flashing on the screen above the 'accept call’ feature. I swallowed thickly as my throat suddenly went dry and my eyes widened. ’Holy shit.' 

    I took the phone from her as I composed myself. I’m sure Jeffrey heard her screech in excitement as I answered with a stuttered, “H-hello?”

   "What’re you doin’?“ He drawled causally in a deep voice and I could almost hear the grin creep onto his face as he asked.       My cheeks instantly flushed again as I turned away from Andrea, sending her off with a wave of my hand. She pouted, but retreated back to dressing room to finish getting ready. I propped the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I resumed my task. “Workin’,” I replied, popping open the freezer. “I figured. You busy?” “Not at the moment, not open yet.” I began filling it with ice from the dispenser.    "I bet you look good as fuck in that little tank top,“ He flirted, "and those itty bitty shorts.”     “They actually let us wear pants in the Winter, thankfully.” I giggled, picking up a case of beer with a grunt as the bottles clanked together. “Don’t hurt yourself there, little one.” He chuckled at my struggle.    "Pffft. Screw you, old man.“ I jabbed as I pulled a few bottles out of the box and pushed them into the cooler. He gasped in mock surprise and let out a fake whine.      "Hurt my heart, baby doll. Don’t be mean.” His voice was gruff but there was a playfulness as he spoke that gave me butterflies.      "Awhh, is Jeffrey Dean Morgan insecure?“ I teased some more, not exactly sure where my sudden confidence came from.      "Not at all. Respect your elders.” He growled lightly with a laugh before continuing, “What’re you doing for Christmas?” "Family dinner with the parents. Jay and Danni are bringing the twinsies.” He didn’t waste a moment before trying again, "New years?” “Nothing besides me and Netflix.” “Come to New York.”     My eyes widened and one of the bottles slipped out of my hand and crashed to the floor into a thousand tiny pieces. “What?” I breathed, sure I hadn’t heard him right. “Come. To. New York. City.” Yep, I had damn sure heard him right. “Uhhhh…..” I stood there dumbfounded.     ‘What the fuck is this?’ Sure, I had naturally developed a crush on him immediately, let’s be real, he is who he is. The fact that he put forth the effort of attempting to contact me everyday had kept my heart fluttering since the morning after the last time we saw each other. And of course, there was the last time we saw each other. The attraction was impossible to deny. But I figured he our friendship as nothing more than the occasional flirt with someone who he’d seen in a dark place and wanted to help. Surely Jeffrey Dean Motherfucking Morgan had better things to do on New Years than hang out with his friend’s baby sister.    "Come on.“ He said after a few moments of silence. I tried once again to compose myself.    "Why?” I stepped away from the mess on the floor as the bar back made his way over with the broom.    "What do you mean, 'Why?’ I haven’t seen you in months.“ He sounded almost offended. "So?”    ” 'So?’ “ he repeated with a sarcastic tone,  "Really? Okay, sorry for asking. Just figured we hadn’t seen each other in a while, maybe you wanted to. Guess I was wrong, I’ll let you get back to work.” He huffed.    "Jeff, wait-“ I said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t hang up. The phone didn’t cut out but there was still silence on the other end, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out that way. I mean it as more of a 'why would you want to see me on New Years.” My heart raced in my chest as I attempted to finish stocking the cooler as the first few customers came in and trickled over to the bar.      "Why wouldn’t I want to see you?“ his voice was lighter, but still slightly offended when he finally spoke again. I sighed as one of the customers, a regular named Tom, took his usual spot. He held up a finger for a beer and I gave him a nod, handing him one of the ones in my hand.      "Hold on, Jeff- it’s 3.75 tonight, Tom. Don’t be cheap.” I pointed at the older man as I saw him pull a $5 bill out of his wallet. He put it back and grabbed a $10, glaring at me before sitting it down.        "Better.- Sorry Jeff, cheap ass old man. And maybe because there are like a thousand other things and people and women you’d want to ring in the new year with than little ol’ me?“ I jumped back into our conversation.    Tom flipped me off, shouting, "I’d want spend new years with her, but apparently I’m too cheap,” which earned him a bark of a laugh from Jeffrey on the other end of the line, the tension lifting.    "How would I even get there?“ I asked, stepping away from Tom to the other end of the bar for privacy. "On a plane.” It sounded so obvious.    "You do realize that tickets from Texas to New York are like a grand, right? I just now got caught up on my fucking light bill, Mr. Movie Star.“ I shook my head.    "Good thing you know a movie star then, huh, baby doll.” Once again, so obvious. “I can’t allow you to do that.”      "No one allows me to do anything, Dear.“ He said in a low gruff that did things to my heart-rate again. I sighed in defeat.      "Fine. I can’t say no, I guess. Send me the details.” I rolled my eyes and  I’m sure he could tell, “I’ve got to go, Tom keeps starin’ at my tits and I’m pretty sure I seen like 4 hundies in that wallet of his. Text me?” I glared back at the old man from across the bar as he smirked at my chest. “Rob 'em blind, baby girl.” he encouraged with a chuckle.    "Always do.“ I giggled before boldly pressing my lips to the screen and making a loud kissing noise, then hung up before he had a change to respond.       I turned adjusted my tank top a little lower before turning my attention towards Tom with a dangerous look in my eye. 

    Christmas dinner was a success, the issue was afterwards. As mom and I finished putting the leftovers away while Dani and the kids were playing in the living room with Josh and Kenzie and the new twins, Jensen strolled into the kitchen with my phone in his hand.      "Something you wanna tell me, Kylin?” He scowled, scrolling through what appeared to be my messages. I instantly stopped what I was doing and rushed him, leaping into the air to grab my cell from his raised hand. He pushed me away with his arm and continued to scroll.      "You’re going to fucking New York with him?!“ He shouted, voice booming through the vaulted ceiling. "Jensen Ross! Watch your mouth!” Mom scolded, hitting him with a dishtowel.    "Who’s him?“ Mackenzie and Josh questioned together as they walked into the kitchen with their pie plates. My family’s eyes were starting at me with anticipation.    "Er…One of mine and Jay’s friends….Jeff…rey” I looked around, avoiding the stares. Jensen coughed, waiting for me to continue,      "Dean…Morgan.“ I cringed before looking back up. Kenzie’s eyes were the size of saucers and my dad let out a choke of a cough.    "He’s uh, little older than you, don’t you think, sis?” My dad offered, looking at me with a concerned face.       “We’re just friends, guys. We talk, so what? I’ve seen him one time in almost 6 months. Its not like we’ve even gone on a date.” I defended myself.      "So fucking cool, why can’t any of your friends like me, Jay?“ Mackenzie shook her head as she walked out of the kitchen. Jensen and i rolled our way in unison.       "She’s a grown woman now, boys. She can make her own decisions.” Mom tried to help me as she noticed my father and brothers staring at me.       “Yeah, well, the last decision she made towards a man got her beat the hell out of and me almost put in prison for murder. I’m not going through that bullshit again.” Jensen seethed.      My mother and father both gasped at the same time and jerked their heads towards me. Josh’s mouth dropped open. Tears immediately spilled from my eyes at the sound of my brother’s betrayal. I had made him, and everyone else, swear not to tell them.      "Fuck you, Jensen. Fuck you. You wanna make it sound like my fault? Really? Fuck. You.“ I roared, stalking forward, "I’m going to see Jeffrey for New Years. I’m going to have a good time. I’ll probably make a few bad decisions while I’m there. And guess what, brother?” I was peering up at him now, my chest out. He glared down at me with his arms crossed. I raised myself up on my tip toes to growl in his ear, “There’s nothing you can do about it.”      I shoved past him and bolted out the door to my car. Speeding off before anyone had the chance to stop me.   

   "Alright, I need all bartenders and waitresses to be main bar! You know what time it is!“ The DJ boomed, letting the music of the song start as i rolled my eyes. I signaled for the bar back to take over as i made my way across the club to crawl up in the bar top with the other girls. 

   "Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble.” boomed over the speakers as the other girls and i shook our asses in rhythm to beat. By the time the line dance was done i was sweating, and had the unmistakable sensation that someone was staring at me. I looked around the crowed while still standing on the bar. It was easy enough to spot the tall, lean man leaned against the wall in front of the DJ booth, arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face as he looked up at me. He wagged his head side to side as he pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards me. 

    “What are you doing here?” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath once he approached the edge of the bar. 

      “What do you think I’m doing?” He laughed, holding out a hand to help me down that i gladly took before practically jumping into his arms. He immediately wrapped me in a tight hug, wiping the sweaty hair away to kiss to my for head.       I pulled away to smirk at him suspiciously before pulling him into the direction of the V.I.P area. Once i got back around the counter i reached i to the freezer and grabbed him a beer, for which he was grateful. He took a long sip from the bottle before sitting it down and looking at me. I poured us both a shot of crown and handed it to him before leaning against the bar top to gaze back at him. He clinked the glasses together before pushing the amber liquid last his lips, inhaling sharply at the burn.    "So…spill” I narrowed my eyes as I brought my own glass to my mouth.      "Jensen called me,“ he started, receiving a groan in response from me as i pushed myself off the bar while tolling my eyes. I reached for the bottle of crown again.  "And?” I asked as I poured myself another shot, “come to tell me never mind?”    "More like make sure you’d still be at the airport tomorrow.“ He took another long sip of his beer. I toyed with the glass in my hand for a moment before asking, “really?” “Really.” His assured as his eyes met mine.    "Wouldn’t miss it for the world.“ I stared back with a defiant smirk before tipping my head back and taking the shot.

Jeffrey stayed at my bar the whole evening, silently observing me work. I was flirting with Tom, like always.

   "You give me a 100 bucks right now and I’ll fuck you!” I laughed, much to Jeff’s surprise. I could see his eyes grow large in the mirror behind me. Tom quickly smacked a Franklin on the counter that instantly grabbed and shoved down my cleavage, “Congrats, Tom, you just got fucked.” “Fuck you, Ky,” Tom whined    "Okay, okay, give me another hundred and I’ll think about it.“ I smiled coyly, flirting through my lashes. Gullible as ever, Tom threw another bill down.      "Okay, thought about it, no.” I squeaked as I snatched up the money. Tom groaned at being tricked again.       “What?” I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as I rejoined Jeff, who was shaking his head again.      “You are a fucking ruthless bitch, Ms. Ackles. And I mean that in the sweetest way possible” He laughed, taking a sip of the whiskey I had brought him.    "Please, thats nothing.“ I joked as I began preparing for close.   

   Once the lights had come on and the bar was cleared, I met Jeff outside of the club by my car.    "Where you staying at, Mr. Morgan?” I asked, taking a drag off the cigarette i had been smoking.  "I was gonna get a room.“    "Nonsense. I’ve got a perfectly good sofa at my place.” I threw the butt down and walked around to the driver’s side and peered over the top of the car at him. He stood there dumbfounded before popping an eye brow up quizzically.   I popped the lock and opened the door, “you coming?”

   The drive back to my place was comfortably silent. I was tired from work, and wanted nothing more than to take a shower and curl up under my fluffy comforter. Jeffrey hummed a long with the radio occasionally as I drove down the highway.     When we finally arrived at my apartment I let us in swiftly and tossed my bag and keys on the counter.       “Make yourself at home.” I sighed, watching as he looked around. “I’m going to take a shower and the. I’ll bring out a blanket.”       “Sounds good to me, hon” Jeffrey huffed as he plopped himself down on the couch, finding the remote and flipping on the TV.      I made quick work of my shower, changing into a pair of baggy sweats that hung off my hip bones and a basic tank top. I grabbed a blanket from the closet and made my way back towards the living room. Jeff had removed his shoes and sprawled out over the length of the couch. He had his feet propped up on one end of the sofa and his head rested on his arms on the other side. He had already fallen asleep and was snoring quietly with his mouth slightly parted. A smile rose to my lips as I covered him with the blanket and he let out a satisfied sigh. I kissed him on the fore head and made my way to my bedroom.

     The next morning when I woke up I ventured back into the living room to find Jeff had nuzzled himself into the back of my couch face first and was still sleeping soundly. I tiptoed into the kitchen as quietly as possible to start the coffee maker. Feeling my stomach grumble, I openend the refrigerator and leaned over to dig around for something to eat. 

   "Well I could get used to that first thing in the mornin’.“ Came a husky drawl from the kithen entryway. I instantly shot my head up and smacked the inside of the fridge. "Fuck!” I hissed as I pulled away and rubbed my head. “God damnit.”    "Didn’t mean to startle you, darlin. You alright?“ He chuckled, leaning against the counter.    "Errr.. yeah. Shit. Scared the piss outta me.” I cringed and checked my fingers for blood. “Is that coffee I smell?” he asked, rubbing his beard with another low chuckle.     “Yeah, it’s almost done I believe. You hungry?” I walked to the cupboard and pulled out two large coffee mugs, handing one to him.    "I could eat.“ he said with a grin as he took the mug from me, "you makin’ pancakes?”      "I could.“ I poured myself a cup and added my creamer. I took a sip and sat it on the counter as Jeffrey reached for the pot.

    A short time later we were both sitting facing each other at my dining room table with a large stack of chocolate chip pancakes in front of us. 

   "Holy Hell, doll face. This is fucking heaven.” Jeffrey praised with his hand in front of this full mouth. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head jokingly. I chuckled, shoveling a forkful in my mouth as well.

   "God damn, girl, you ate just as much as me!“ Jeffrey said as he sat back in his chair rubbing his belly after the pile of goodness had been consumed.     "My soul is the spokesperson for gastric bypass.” I deadpanned before cracking a smile as I stood up to clear the table. I walked around to his side to grab his plate as he sat forward to hand it to me. His face was right around eye level with my chest and his eyes lingered on the sliver of skin that showed in between my low riding sweat pants and my almost-too-short tank top before dancing up my body. I froze for a moment as my breath hitched under his gaze. He licked his lips and I could swear if I didn’t know any better that he let a low growl from his throat. I quickly took the plate from his hand and turned around for the kitchen. “Flight’s at 3:30, you packed?” He asked, joining me as I rinsed off the dishes. “Errrr, not entirely?” I hadn’t even started.     He chuckled, shaking his head as he ran a hand over his beard. I poured myself another cup of coffee and dug my cigarettes out of my purse before wandering over to the balcony door. Realizing what I was doing, Jeffrey joined me outside to light a cigarette of his own.    “So, what did Jensen say when you talked to him?” I questioned as we both leaned over the balcony railing.     “He basically told me he was gonna kill me if anything happened,” Jeffrey shook his head and chuckled as he exhaled smoke, “Your brother’s something else.”    I huffed a knowing laugh, shaking my own head back and forth as I took a drag,    "Yeah, I know. He’s stupid. He actually tried to insinuate everything with Anthony was my fault. Right in front of our parents.“ "You know he means well, girl.” “Could show it a little better.”      "Well, if I had a little sister and she was hanging out with a guy like me, I would probably kill them both.“ He joked, ashing his cigarette off the side of the rail.       "Yeah, well, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself, contrary to his very wrong opinion of me.” I directed my eyes to his profile as he did the same to me. He took a sip of his coffee, “You know, girl, I worry about you sometimes” “Why’s that?” I inquired as I took a sip from my own cup.     He dragged his cigarette again, seeming to gather his next words, “You’ve changed since the first time I met you. You’re…rougher.”    "Getting over getting the shit beat out of you almost every day for three years will do that to you.“ I narrowed my eyes at him.    He shook his head again before turning to face me, propping himself back up against the railing, "I guess my first impression of you was false. You seemed so….broken, before. Fragile, almost. Now you’re….” He let his eyes roam over me once more, “like I said, rougher. But in a good way. You’re not taking any shit. I can dig it.” He nodded.    I accepted what he said for a second, taking the last drag from my smoke before tossing it into to the street below. I sipped my coffee again before speaking,    "He beat the fuck out of me. All the time. He controlled what I did, what I wore, who I talked to. I wasn’t 'allowed’ to talk to Kenzie for almost a year because she popped off at him one day for calling me a cunt in front of her.“ I seemed to be shaking my head free of memories a lot so far as I looked back out onto the street.       "I don’t get guys like that. Stupid. If you were my woman, you’d be treated like the god-damned queen you are.” He turned to toss his cigarette as well before back to me.        We stared at each other for atleast a minute not saying anything. I was slightly dumbfounded by his words that caused my heart rate to increase. He gently reached out his hand to take my coffee cup from me and set it down on a near by table. Once done, he took my hand and pulled me to him for a tight hug, fingers rubbing circles on my back. I closed my eyed as i wrapped my arms around him, inhaling deeply.    "You need a shower” I pulled away while wrinkling my nose.  

   "I guess it’s probably too late to tell you I absolutely hate flying,“ I hollered into my living room as I pulled on my fuzzy black boots and tucked my yoga pants into them.    "Yup. Too late to back out now, missy.” He chuckled as he walked to the bedroom door and leaned against the door jamb, clad in a lost pair of Jensen’s jeans that had surprisingly fit him perfectly and a band shirt that I wasn’t sure who it belonged to. I sighed dramatically as I stood up and walked over to my closet, pulling out my coat and his blazer I’d been keeping. “Finally get this back, eh?” He shook his head as he reached for it.    "Shut it,“I retorted with a laugh as I pulled my coat over my shoulders and walked to hallway to retreive my freshly packed luggage. “You ready?” He drawled, eyes flicking across my frame. “As I’ll ever be.”

   "You really weren’t fuckin’ kidding, were you, Doll?“ Jeffrey huffed, shaking his hand that had been glued to mine since the moment of take off.    "Fuck you, I’m not some hot-shot who gets whisked around on jets all day. Shit could’ve exploded or something.” I glared at him as we walked through the gate towards baggage claim.      He threw his head back and barked out a laugh while tossing his arm over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and looked up to him as I heard the unmistakable 'click’ of a camera.       “Mr. Morgan! Mr. Morgan!” was shouted as a group of obvious reporters scuddled towards us, “What are you’re plans for New Years?”       “Have fun with that.” I laughed I ducked out from under his arm and headed to get my bags off the rotating belt, leaving Jeffrey to deal with is adoring public.       “Arent you Jensen Ackles’ sister?” Someone asked as I reached for my bag that had finally appeared. The young lady stepped up beside me with her phone in her hand, note pad opened up. “Err…yes….” I said as I pulled the suitcase off the belt.      "And you’re here in New York with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, correct?“ she pushed her glasses further up her nose as she looked at me with anticipation.       Not knowing where to go with his, I looked over to Jeff, who was still being harrassed by the other paps. I turned back to the girl and smiled. "It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?” “Is it true that you are dating him?” she typed on her phone as she spoke. “Ha! No. Jeff is a very good friend of mine.”   She looked up at me from her phone and smiled brightly, “That’s not what he said,” “And what did he say?” My heartbeat picked up instantly.    "That he was here to spend New Years with the most beautiful woman in the world.“    "Well, then it would appear that my friend has a date for New Years.” I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously as I grabbed my other backpack that had came into view.       “I do have a date,” His asphalt voice came from behind me as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I jerked at the touch and shifted my glare to him.      "With this beautiful lady here. Now if you don’t mind, we must be off.“ he nodded towards me while looking at the girl, smile playful on his face as he pulled me away.     "That’s going to be on the internet in like an hour, you know that right?” I sighed as we both crawled into the backseat of the Uber that’d been waiting for us. “It’ll be alright.” he chuckled. “Jensen’s gonna kill you. If I don’t first.” “He’ll be alright, too.”    I huffed out another sigh as I looked out the window of the car, “So, tomorrow night is a date, huh?”      "That was kinda my goal, you could say” I could hear the smile in his voice even though I wasn’t looking at him.     “You know, there’s a reason why I’m not a model or an actress, right?” I turned my attention back to him. He was leaning back with his shoulder against the door, elbow on his knee and his hand rested against his fist. He had a smirk on his face as he answered, “And why’s that?”       “Because number one, look at me. I don’t really scream 'Hollywood,’ and two, look at me.” I gestered to my appearance.  

    “Baby girl, you’re better lookin’ than any of them. I wasn’t lying when I said 'The most beautiful girl in the world.’” His eyes shined a little brighter.

     My face grew hot at his words of praise. Never had anyone called me that. I stared at him for a while from my side of the seat until he chuckled at my stare and moved his arm to wrap around my shoulder and pull me closer to him. I leaned into it, letting my head rest on his shoulder as I scooted over.

    Sure enough, the moment I sat my bags down in Jeffrey’s apartment’s doorway, my phone started buzzing with my brother’s face on display.

“Fucking Hell,” I rolled my eyes as I hit 'accept,’ “what do you want now?”

“Having fun?” His tone was sarcastic.

“Fuck you, dude.” I looked to Jeff who was looking at me. 

“Are you with him right now?”    "Yes.“ I said as I watched Jeffrey as he moved closer to me, reaching down to grab my bags.   “Of course you are. Probably cuddled up in bed right now, huh?” “What are you insinuating, brother?” I narrowed my eyes and growled. “You know exactly what I’m insinuating.”    "Okay, Anthony,“ I growled at the choice of name, but that’s exactly who he was acting like, "Anything else you’d like to punch me with?” “Fuck you, don’t compare me to him”    "Fuck you, Jensen!“ I shouted. Jeff came back from the hallway and walked up to stand beside me with his arms crossed, "Don’t talk to me like he did then.”    Jeffrey’s eyesbrows furrowed as he realized what was happening. He held his hand out for my phone. I shook my head and moved away from him slightly.    "Then stop being such a fucking whore. You know what those pictures are gonna do? To me? 'Next on TMZ, Kylin Ackles fucking her brother’s on screen DAD’? Jesus Christ!“ He shouted "Yeah, let’s go ahead and make this about you” I seethed. “Shut the fuck up. You’re the one who did this.”    Jeffrey, seeming to have had enough, jerked the phone out of my hand and immediately to his ear. “Hey, boy, watch your tone,” He growled       He held up a finger to me as he walked back down the hall to what I assumed was his bedroom. I sighed and sat down on the couch to dig through my bag for my smokes. Once found, I wandered over to the balcony doors and opened them to let myself outside. By this time there was muffled yelling occurring from the room that Jeff had disappeared into. I lit the cigarette and sat down on one of the lounge chairs, closing my eyes while inhaling the cancerous menthol smoke. What the hell was I doing here? Obviously I was attracted to Jeff, who wasn’t, and I could tell that he was at least some what interested in me. I don’t believe anyone would just fly someone across country for a date that didn’t mean anything, or at least I hoped not. I shook that idea out of my head quickly and inhaled again. Jeffrey was the first man that I had felt comfortable enough to let touch me since Anthony. He was always respectful, even with his flirting. I dealt with vulgar men all night long at work, and I could put up with it, of course, but Jeffrey’s flirting and teasing always made me tingle.  Sure, he was older, but age didn’t seem to be a factor for either of us. I knew he had dated younger women in the past, and it wasn’t like he would be the first time I dated someone older than me. Rob and I had attempted that whole thing before, back when I was 21 and dumb as shit and he had been temporarily separated from Mollie. We realized that it was better for us to be friends, and had been close as hell ever since. Jensen never made a big deal out of it like he was now, and he actually had caught us in the throws of passion more than once.       I shook my head, irritated at my brother. I didn’t even know what this thing with Jeffrey was yet. I didn’t even know if I was ready to know. I knew it was comfortable, and that’s what I felt I needed.      I was shaken from my thoughts when Jeff appeared on the balcony, phone still pressed to his ear, but a smile on his face.    "Alright, buddy. I will….Yeah, here she is.“ He held the phone out to me and closed his eyes with a chuckle that made his shoulders jump, "He wants to talk to you.” I looked at him suspiciously when I reached and took the phone out of his hand. “Hello?” “You haven’t even kissed him yet?” Jensens high pitched squeal of laughter hit my eardrum. I instantly glared at Jeffrey, who shook was still shaking his head and chuckling. “I hate you.” I deadpanned, eyes still on Jeff. “Keep it that way, sister. Don’t make me come down there.”    "Fuck you, I’ll do what I want.“ I took the last drag of the cigarette I had almost forgotten about. "Whatever. At least use a fucking condom”    "Excuse me? Is this some fucked up way of apologizing?“ I squinted my eyes as I put the butt into a near by ashtray. "As close to one as you’re gonna get.” I scoffed while rolling my eyes, “You’re unbelievable, Jay. Un-fucking-believable.”    Jeff had lit a cigarette of his own and had sat down on the chair beside mine, listening intently but adverting his eyes to the night sky.      "Look, okay, I’m sorry. I know none of that shit was your fault and I’m sorry I’ve been being a douche to you, okay? Jesus, Ky, I literally almost put a bullet in that mother fucker’s head. I would have..“ His voice cracked as he trailed off for a moment, gathering himself, "I don’t want to see you hurt again. I know Jeffrey wouldn’t put his hands on you, but I don’t know the state of your mental health since all that and if he were to fuck up….I just worry about you.” I could hear the tears.      I removed my eyes from Jeffery’s face and lowered my head, nodding into the phone, “I know, Jay. But I’m really okay. He’s actually been helping me, in a weird way. It’s weird, Jensen. But I’m okay.” I returned my gaze to Jeff, who was looking at me again. I could hear Jensen sniffle on the other end of the line.    "Okay. Just be careful. Please, sissy. Please.“ He coughed a little to clear his throat. "If it’s careful it’s boring, bubs. I love you.” “Love you too.”      I pressed the 'End’ button as Jeffrey stood up and reached for my hand to pull me into his arms. His long limbs encircled me almost twice it felt like and he nuzzled his head into the top of my hair. We stood there for a few moments as he swayed us back and forth, a light hum coming from his chest. I closed my eyes and was enjoying the moment until his light humming was interrupted by my roaring stomach. “Chinese sound good?” He asked with another low chuckle. “Yes, please” I peeped as I pulled away.

     I woke up the next morning in Jeffrey’s guest bedroom. It was a big, with maroon colored walls and a black bed frame with white sheets. The mattress was the most comfortable thing in the world besides my favorite guest bed at Jensen’s, and I wondered it if it was the same type. I stretched as I got out of the downy sheets and duvet, my bare feet hitting the cold floor. After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth I wandered though the hallway to find Jeff still asleep in his own room, on his back with one arm over his head and another resting on his shirt covered chest. His mouth was parted and the sound of his snoring made me smile. Boldly, and without much thought, I slipped under the sheets and curled my lower legs around his thigh, my head and hand on his chest. I deep hum came from his chest as he swung the arm from above him down my side and gripped my thigh, hoisting me into a more comfortable position with my face on his shoulder. I giggled and looked up at his own smirk as he squeezed my thigh in his hand and hummed again. 

    “I could really get used to this, darlin. Don’t spoil me.” He grinned as he rolled over, wrapping his other arm around my waist and faced me. We both smiled at each other before he pulled me into his chest, my face meeting the valley between his neck and shoulder. I hummed my own response to his words with closed eyes. I could feel him rub his face into my hair as he held me close to him and tucked my head under his chin more. He laid several kisses into my tresses as his hand that wasn’t gripping my hip below me began to roam across the soft fabric of my plush pajama bottoms. I pulled my arm that I wasn’t laying on out from between our bodies and let it wrap itself around Jeffrey’s  waist and dip under the cotton fabric. I couldn’t help myself when my lips parted slightly to meet the skin at the base of his throat. With a groan, he rolled over to hover above me, arms hoisting him up on either side of my head. He stared at me intently as an involuntary growl left his lips. He dipped his head down to nip at the soft gauge in my ear before digging his hips into mine. The pressure from his obviously hard dick pushing the soft fabric against my clit had me quickly seeing white spots. An involuntary moan of my own released as I stared up at him in awe. He pressed his forehead to mine and drew in a deep breath, then suddenly rolled off of me and sat up on the edge of the bed, leaving me a panting mess behind him. 

   "You’re gonna kill me, woman.“ He put his head in his hands and shook it back and forth.    Slowing my breathing the best I could, I replied, "Not if you don’t kill me first, Mr. J”     He chuckled as he lifted himself off the bed, walking around it to the other side close to me. He held his hand out and I took it, letting him pull me up onto my knees on the mattress in front of him. He cupped my face in his hands for a moment before dragging them back into my hair at the base of my neck. I closed my eyes as he continued his gaze over my face. He scratched at my scalp tenderly then returned his hands to my face to rub his caloused thumbs around my eyes and cheekbones, lingering on the scar at my eyebrow. He sucked in another breath before kissing my forhead. I kept my hands at his waist but my fingers twitched as his lips released from my skin and backed awaway from me.      "Breakfast?“ He suggested once I deamed myself capable of opening my eyes. He was already at the door way looking backt o me. "Breakfast.” I breathed out, still attempting to steady my heart. 

     Breakfast consisted of cereal and bacon, the only two edible things in Jeff’s fridge since he’d been out of town for almost a month for filming. We sat at the kitchen counter on bar stools drinking coffee afterwards as he was trying to be cryptic on what we were going to be doing for the night.      "It’s New Years Eve in New York City, what do you think we’re gonna be doing?“ He questioned as he took a sip from his mug.      "Well, obviously watching the ball drop but what I mean is where? With whom? When? What do I wear?” I threw my hands up in exasperation as I hopped down to dig through my purse. realizing I my pack was empty, I frowned, but then I remembered I had seen Jeff put his in the pocket of his sweatpants. I sauntered back over to him, adding just a hint of sway to my hips as I reached for his hands to pull him up from his seat to stand hovering over me. My head tilted back into an almost painful angle as the man truly did tower over my small body. I let go of his hands and gripped his shoulders, letting my fingertips run down his arms and raise goosebumps on his flesh. He inhaled sharply as I tugged on his hips towards mine, before slipping my hand into the pocket of his pants. and stepping away quickly with a beaming smile. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.” I teased once he realized what I’d done.      "You’re gonna get it one of these days, little girl.“ He growled halfheartedly, following up with a grin and a chuckle as he joined me outside.      "That’s kinda my goal.” I giggled as I sat down in the same seat from the previous night, throwing my legs over the side of the chair to face him.       I threw him his pack after lighting myself one and watched him bring one to his lips and smirk at me with smoldering eyes. I smirked back, dragging the cigarette and exhaling a plume of smoke that was magnified by the frosty weather. We stared at each other for a moment before breaking out into giggle fits. “So….” I tried to get information out of him again. “Just wear something nice. We’re going all out tonight, baby.”

part five: https://hornsbeforehalos.tumblr.com/post/163713009774/anytime-sweetheart-part-5

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CONGRATULATIONS JESSIE, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS FABIAN PREWETT WITH THE FACECLAIM OF KJ APA!

Your application was just pure perfection, Jessie! It ticked absolutely every box on what we’d imagined for our Fabian and added even more, his personality fit in so well with what you described in his biography, and his relationship with Gideon is already making me (his mun) super excited to start plotting with you! We are incredibly excited to have you here and can not wait to start writing with you. 

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♔ OUT OF CHARACTER INFO ♔

NAME/ALIAS:  Jessie

AGE:  22

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY: EST. I would say my activity of course depends on what else is going on in my life, but I would say I am usually active for 2-3 days a week meaning that I am online for plotting and active responses and then I try to maintain replies throughout the week, getting to them when I can. (6/10)

TRIGGERS: REMOVED.

ANYTHING ELSE: REMOVED.

♔ IN CHARACTER INFO ♔

FULL NAME: Fabian Prewett

BIRTHDAY AND AGE: November 26th, 17 years old.

PRONOUNS: He/him

SEXUALITY/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heterosexual/Heteroromantic - He can be charming, but he isn’t a flirt like his brother. He doesn’t move very quickly in relationships and takes them very seriously.

EXTRACURRICULARS: Quidditch: Gryffindor Beater, Charms Club, Chess Club - All of these are wonderful and exactly where I would have placed him!

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

+ Determined: Despite spending his childhood incredibly ill, and combating his illness for most of his life, Fabian is not one to resign himself to fate. He has a can-do attitude with a make-it-happen mentality. Whether that’s in class, a Quidditch game, or through days where he doesn’t feel well, Fabian isn’t likely to let life push him around.

+ Motivated: His parents may have coddled and accommodated their youngest child who was suffering from illness, but Fabian had always been a highly motivated child. While he had no control over his physical health, Fabian refused to let it define him. He turned to books and games, such as chess, ready to learn all that he could so that someday, when he felt better, he’d be ready for anything.

+ Focused: When Fabian has his nose in a book, it is difficult to draw his attention away. In Quidditch the crowd rarely has an affect on his performance. He gives all of his attention on what is before him, scrutinizing every minute detail. Once he knows what he wants, all of his energy is devoted toward achieving it.

+/- Competitive: Growing up a step behind his twin brother who seems to have it all has pushed Fabian to work as hard as he can to match him. It’s not that Fabian wants to compare himself to his brother, it’s that he knows everyone else will and he refuses to be pitied or seen as inferior to his brother.

- Stubborn: As long as he can remember everyone has told him he couldn’t, wouldn’t, or shouldn’t do something due to his illness. Eventually he grew weary of everyone ordering him around and began fighting back. Sometimes he is too focused, without seeing the bigger picture, or too determined that he won’t let go of something that he really should.

- Reserved: Combating an illness for most of his life has meant spending days in bed. He is accustomed to spending time by himself, or with his family members. While his brother has no qualms about making new friends, Fabian isn’t always sure how to go about making his own. He’d rather let other’s make the first move.

- Jealous: Fabian is no stranger to his limitations, in fact he confronts them daily. He does his best to work through his condition and is jealous of those that everything seems to come easily for them when he has to work so much harder to achieve the same. While he wouldn’t wish his condition on anyone, he is often jealous of their good fortune.

BIOGRAPHY:

Poor, sick, little Fabian Prewett. The youngest of the Prewett twins and the smaller of the two at birth, it was known right away that something was wrong. A blood malediction, they discovered, had been dormant in his family for generations but somehow had affected him. He had his good days, some where he could even go outside and play with his twin brother Gideon and their sister Molly. And then there were his bad days, of which their were many, where he would find himself making yet another trip to St. Mungo’s where the doctors couldn’t fix him, they could only ease the pain.

His days were normally spent in bed, with no one but his family for company and even they couldn’t be with him all the time. Rather than resign himself to his boredom, or force Gideon to stay inside with him (he knew it was torture for his brother to sit still for very long) Fabian read anything and everything he could get his hands on. He was naturally clever and found he rather enjoyed games as well. His mother would play cards with Fabian for hours at a time, especially on the days he found himself in St. Mungo’s. His father was the one to teach him chess, and the set his parents gifted him for Christmas one year remains one of his most prized possessions.

When Molly first started attending Hogwarts it dawned on Fabian that soon his brother would leave for school as well. He knew if his condition didn’t improve, his parents might not let him go with Gideon. This was absolutely unacceptable. He agreed to start a new treatment at St. Mungo’s, desperate to find a cure so he wouldn’t be left behind. It took a few years to start seeing an improvement, and his parents were reluctant to let him go away to school in his condition. He had begged and pleaded to the point where they agreed to let him try, so long as he continued his treatments. Anticipating the amount of time he would miss at school, Fabian studied Molly’s old textbooks to make sure he wouldn’t fall behind.

His studying hadn’t been in vain. He missed quite a bit of classes, often winding up in the hospital wing or even back at St. Mungo’s on a few occasions. When this happened, however, he made sure to keep up with his studies so when he was back on his feet he could enjoy all Hogwarts had to offer. He joined the charms club, and had a knack for potions. It was a given he would join the chess club, but he surprised everyone when he tried out for Quidditch and even made the team.

The physical exercise did well for his health, and his competitive nature pushed him to compete even when he wasn’t feeling his best. He performed well, though to his dismay, not as well as Gideon. His brother still remained a step ahead of Fabian, despite all of his hard work to keep up. There were days at Hogwarts where Fabian couldn’t stand to be around his brother, but despite his jealousy, he’d never wish his curse on his brother.

Then, the summer before his final year at Hogwarts there had been a breakthrough. They had found a cure. It wasn’t some miracle fix that permanently eradicated the curse he carried in his blood, but it eased his pain and made it so he had more good days than bad. As soon as he began the new treatments, he felt as if weights had been lifted from his shoulders. He had never felt so wonderfully strong in his life. Of course, he had to remember to take his potion every morning, and even then it was possible to have a bad day, but it was the best he had ever felt.

Over the years, and especially with the discovery of a cure for his blood malediction, Fabian felt his jealousy toward his brother fade away and the two grew closer than ever. Gideon had always been Fabian’s best friend, he didn’t have very many after all, but he knew his illness had been hard on his twin brother. For Fabian, there was no hesitation in joining the Order with his brother and sister, but his newfound strength makes him ready to take on the world singlehandedly. Even so, Fabian’s cleverness and history of illness makes him more reserved and calculating than his impulsive twin.

ADDITIONAL INFO:

I really don’t have too much to add here. I just have to say how much I would love to explore the dynamic between Gideon and Fabian. As a multiple myself (I’m a triplet) I’d absolutely love to explore the unique relationship between the two brothers. It is so easy for multiples to feel overshadowed by, compared to, and tied to one another. But in the end, there’s a special relationship between them that is unlike any other.