#the harlowe family are amazing people

[thebatrodenused]

Harlowe is such a supportive father.

Thats it, thats the post

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me: Merry & Bright

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“Careful Daddy!” Jayla’s arms wrapped around Jack’s neck tightly as the snow crunched underneath his boots as he carried her to his car parked in the driveway.

“You think I’m gonna drop you?” Jack teased as he pretended to drop her from his arms, making his daughter squeal. Ariel smiled as she followed closely behind them.

Ariel and Jayla were on their way to the school's annual 2nd grade Christmas play. Surprisingly enough they both were in the play. Ariel as the narrator and Jayla was playing Elf #1. Jack was dropping them off early and would come back closer to the time the play started.

After Jack dropped the girls off at the school the two changed into their costumes, and did one more dress rehearsal with the other students before the crowd arrived.

Jayla had been in plays before but this was the first time she would actually have a speaking role. Ariel couldn’t help but snap photos of Jayla running around with the other students, excitement running through their tiny bodies.

Hours later Jack made his way down the aisle and sat front and center so that Jayla would be able to see him. Jack slid further down in his seat the more people trinkled in.

“Daddy?” He heard a familiar voice quietly call out. Turning around he saw Jayla’s head peeking out from behind the curtain on the side of the stage.

Thankfully not too many people were in his row yet as he excused himself, and quickly hopped on the side of the stage to greet her. Jack almost melted when he saw her in her red Christmas dress, hair pulled up into the perfect bun that he was sure Ariel spent a good amount of time on. He stopped in his tracks though when he noticed her lips start to quiver. “I’m really scared, daddy!”

“Oh Jayla” Jack cooed before pulling her into his chest, rubbing her back as small tears dropped from her eyes. “You’re going to do amazing!”

Jayla pulled back from the hug, eyes still watery. “I’m going to forget my lines!”

“You won’t forget them, you practiced every single day with me and Ariel—“

“…mommy.” She corrected him.

Jack had to hide his smile at the correction. “Exactly, so how could you forget your lines? You’re just nervous and that’s okay. Everyone gets nervous sometimes.”

“Even you?” Jayla questioned. While her dad didn’t perform on stage anymore, her many uncles have shown her videos of him rapping on huge stages.

“Heck yeah! I used to be terrified.”

Jayla snuggled in closer to him. “How did you stop being scared?”

Jack stopped for a moment to think before answering. “Well, I always take a deep breath, and remembered that I worked really hard on my performance. No matter what happens on that stage my friends and family will still love me.”

He could see the wheels turning in her head, thinking over what he said. She still looked nervous though. Jack lightly held on to Jayla’s shoulders and gave her complete eye contact. “Hey, you’re going to do a wonderful job tonight, Jayla Rose Harlow.” As Jack spoke those words, Jayla’s shoulders immediately dropped as she began to relax.

Jayla wrapped her arms around her father in a tight embrace. “Thanks, daddy.” She whispered in his ear.

“Anytime, babygirl! Now go break a leg!” Jayla stopped in her tracks at that phrase.

“Huh?”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “It means good luck!”

“Ooooh! Thanks!” Jayla said and blew him one last kiss before running backstage to finish getting ready. When Jack stood back up to feet he noticed Ariel standing a few feet away.

He simply winked at his wife, knowing she had seen the whole exchange and went back to his seat.

Jack eagerly waited for the curtain to draw as the lights dimmed in the auditorium. He started to feel nervous for his daughter, as his leg began to bounce in his seat.

The second grade class were all dressed as Santa’s helpers. The kids were running around on stage chasing Santa and playing pranks on him.

Jack was glad that Urban had volunteered to take photos of the play, he already couldn’t wait to look back on them. So far Jayla hadn’t had any lines, but he could see her getting more and more comfortable the more she was on stage.

He watched on as Jayla and the other Santa helpers swapped Santa’s suit for a smaller size. Laughing along with the crowd as Santa struggled to get the suit on.

Jack began biting his nails nervously knowing Jayla’s part was coming up.

Mrs.Claus slaps Santa’s hand as he reaches for a cookie. “No more cookies until you can fit into that suit!” Santa pouted.

“Maybe you should try eating a carrot, Rudolph loves carrots!” The other helps nodded in agreement

Santa shook his head, “no no! Do I look like a reindeer?”

Jack watched as Jayla tilted her head to the far left and looked at Santa and proceeded to tilt her head to the far right to get another look. “You are kind of round like reindeers body!”

Jayla's smile widened when the theater erupted in laughter. Jack’s smile was twice as big when a parent next to him elbowed him slightly and said “She was born to be on stage.”

The rest of the show flew with Jayla performing her lines perfectly. When the curtains closed, he immediately went backstage to greet Jayla with the other parents.

He stood to the back but still close enough for Jayla to see him. “DADDY!!” He heard her yell, he crouched down to her level to receive the huge hug he knew was coming. Jayla threw herself at him, and Jack held her tight as he scooped her up in his arms.

“Oh my god! Jayla you did amazing!! I’m so proud of you!” Jack said before placing kisses all over her face making her giggle.

“Hold on, are you giving away kisses without me?! Let me in on the action!” Ariel said, coming up behind him and Jayla. Jack handed Jayla off to Ariel so she could have her own time to congratulate their daughter.

Watching them together was starting to make him emotional. He tried to hide it by wiping his eyes but for some reason the tears would stop.

Holidays used to be very tough for both he and Jayla. Even just a couple years ago, Jayla wouldn’t even dare join the school play. He knew the person he could thank for that was Ariel. She’s changed their lives for the better, she was responsible for putting a smile on both his and Jayla’s faces.

“Are you crying, daddy?”

Jack took a deep breath and wiped his face again. “Only happy tears baby, only happy tears.”

***

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Jason Todd's Marvel counterpart isn't The Punisher,Deadpool or Bucky Barnes-It's Miles Morales:By someone who's read every single comic Jason's ever been in and watched/played almost all his adaptions and is working on the same for Miles

Miles Morales is an altruistic,peppy optimistic sunshine boy who's a huge nerd in both meanings of the word and a paragon of soft,positive masculinity but also has a physical incapability of not running his mouth and snark off the charts with the never misses sense of humor to back it up,repressed anger issues from his trauma and isn't afraid to not hold back on people who deserve it because he may be soft but that dosen't make him a doormat.That's Robin!Jason Todd too and anybody who tells you otherwise is gross asf,because the only reason he was retconned to be 'a bad kid' was classist propaganda to demonize poor people,including his parents Catherine and Willis who pre-reboot were going through hard times but were good parents nonetheless

Miles is also the second mantleholder for one of the most well-known and influental superhero titles ever and was widely hated out of being a minority but is now widely beloved,a mama's boy who's mom is a brown haired woc with cultural roots when the writers aren't being clowns and is humanized instead of only existing for her kids,has a black and red theme and can't socialize normally nor does he flirt typically or have mainstream interests which combined with the rest of him makes a strong case for him being audhd but undiagnosed and also unable to mask.This isn't quite the same thing but a nice contrast is that Miles' canonical animal variant is a cat while Jason's is a wolf and in both Spiderverse movies,Miles has a red hoodie as a key motif of his.In Itsv,Miles meets Peter B when Peter B approches him from behind while he's grieving Ripeter and shocks him in self-defense and it's followed up by them having unconventional bonding and i can't help but think of it as another,bigger contrasting parallel to Jason meeting Bruce because he was stealing the tires from the Batmobile and hitting him with a tire iron and that is followed up by him finding Jason grieving his parents at his apartment and them unconventionally bonding.Both these leadup to them getting that mantle(Spiderman/Robin)

When Miles was 15,he went to a far off place to find himself at the manipulation of an important woman in his life(though to Gwen's credit,she was a manipulated and gaslight teenager by adults instead of a gaslighting adult like Sheila)and it caused a major shift in his narrative because of a Canon Event Death.Police Chiefs and in Jason's case,himself.Miles G is strikingly similar to a fresh out of A Death In The Family and Lost Days Era Jason.He's a 15 year old boy who went from a shining sunflower to a wilted sunflower because his light was killed and he's resorted to coping by being an emotionally constipated asshole(but absolutely not abusive!!)with edgy tastes and a vigilante at the mentorship of an important figure from his dad's past he was also close to growing up,Aaron a Talia to his Jason,and Miles G even has green eyes like Jason does.Miles G is quite literally a Red Hood Variant Miles Morales

If we're doing timeline graphs,Into and The Spider Within=80s Batman,Across=A Death In The Family,Miles G becoming The Prowler=Lost Days,Beyond=Under The Red Hood,Spidey and His Amazing Friends:Wayne Family Adventures if it slayed,Kid Arachnid=Teen Titans Go!Jason(It's a good show and better than Gabriel Picolo's Teen Titans-they look like fuckin' racist instagram people💀)and Spiderman and Venom:Double Troubled=Tiny Titans.Zero Lego Miles media though and that's a hate crime,give us SOMETHING but actually everything we deserve a whole Lego Miles Morales franchise

One must also look at Miles' love interests,because him and Jason have the same types-Ghost Girls and Black Girls:Gwen Stacy,Rose Wilson,Kamala Khan,Dana Harlowe,Margo Kess,Artemis Grace,Tiana Toomes,Hailey Cooper and in an alternative universe from the 90s Young Justice run back when Jason was still dead,Anita Fite.And the male character they're closest to in their best continuity:Hobie Brown and Duke Thomas.The 'dystopian punk black teen boys on a mantle sharing team who're proffessional instigators and sweethearts with insane ass street cred who had their childhoods taken from them but only let that make them stay kind,optimistic and anarchistic' duo!Two inverses of their relathionships that makes them all the more fun and interesting-Duke and Jason are eachother's Robin and found/adoptive brothers,Miles and Hobie also share a title but are best friends and possibly in love considering how much wholesome chemistry they have and Jason is the one with the 'I see a black boy in trouble and imma help him' typa beat towards Duke by constantly saying he's a real Robin,Batkid AND Batboy to combat the antiblack narrative bullshit by stupid posers who think Robin means 'black haired pasty ass blue eyed male' when it means 'Gotham's light in the darkness' and Duke embodies it as The Signal and brought Jason back to the Batfam without even trying.You can also make a Siblings!Ghost Flower comparison with the 'sunny black boy and moody iconic ghost' dynamic and 'Sunflower' is a total Jason to Duke vibe

In Conclusion:Miles Morales is Jason Todd and he deserves to have it aknowledged rather than Jason being compared to 1.Someone who's like Flashpoint Thomas Wayne way more than him,2.Someone who's his opposite in multiple ways and 3.Someone who's only very shallowly similar to him and Miles being ignored and not even being given crossovers to boot

[starythewriter]

Jack Harlow X you- VMAS

TW: CREAMPIE. Breeding.

You step out of a black bently. Feeling the shiny exterior as you stepped out with Jack Harlow trailing closely behind you. He had a big bright flashy smile and so did you. The both of you decided to hold hands. Quickly you saw fans and paparazzi swirling all around you but you both kept walking to enter the VMAs. Today was a giant night one where you and Jack would see your dreams come into fruition, this night would mark a moment in history so life changing.

You and Jack made 2 different hit songs once was named “astronomy” this was a soft hiphop song mixed with some heavy rap. The cover had the both of you in it. This was the story of 2 lovers who loved eachother very much but who were spilt apart and trying to find eachother in almost you could say another life.

The 2nd song. Was called “Triángulo amoroso” which was somewhat reflective of what was happening to you as you were close with Jack at the same time you were near Maluma. You remember when Maluma took you out to date and you were both at a giant restaurant with an amazing rose garden.

You kept walking entering the vmas quickly rushing over and sitting next to Maluma. You and Jack held hands under the table smiling. “I’m excited I already feel like tonight will be just a great night especially because I’m spending it with you Jack”

“I know and by the way you look fabulous you went all out with your look.” Said Jack with a flashy smile he grinned from ear to ear feeling a little spicy already he wanted you all for him. “Thank you” you smiled slowly doing the triangle method with your eyes.

“Y- you… your so fucking… se- sexy” he stuttered loosing his composure. He smiled nervously quickly recentering himself tightening his grasp on your hand as you both watched the announcements.

“Next up is Triángulo amoroso best rap song of the year” they announced he got up you followed him as the both of you cheered and laughed.

You walked up with him holding hands “thank you so much. To my parents mom and dad I love you, to our DJs and producers to Jack Harlow… for just being amazing my people and being so welcoming. Thank you to all of the wonderful people on my team.”

You said with a bright smile “thank you Y/N and my mom, my dad. Thank you so much to the recording academy. Thank you to my friends and my entire family. Thank you to everyone who supported me and kept me safe.

This night has been a true honor and I wanted to give props to Y/N for the amount of support and hard work Y/N put into this record our producers and just everybody. I hope you all continue to enjoy our music and just know we have something special coming soon”

You both finished your speeches smiling and laughing heading off of the stage onto the afternoon party.

You walked toward a table, but Jack grabbed your arm “we’ve waited long enough darling” he whispered he pulled you closer to a stall and the both of you hid in there locking the door so no one could get into your secret stall.

“Ah-“ you heard Jack groan as you kissed him. You both made out you felt his smooth pale skin.

You slowly raised his shirt touching his bare V line making him gasp.

You kissed him moaning. He sat down on a chair you slowly grinded against him taking off your shirt, he slowly did the same kissing your stomach.

You moaned feeling hotter and hotter by the second. You both were exploring eachothers minds through your eyes.

You kissed him, he kissed you. You slowly took off your clothing along with him.

“Relax” he whispered slowly placing his cock inside of you. Making you moan loudly.

You started to kiss his neck, slowly leaving a HICKY he groaned making you moan,

“I love your groans” you said. Slowly riding him faster causing him to groan again. He stared into your soul as you both felt amazing…

You both felt almost as if you were in a whole new world among the stars in just pure pleasure.

You kept riding him you couldn’t stop… not that you wanted to. He once again groaned your name bucking his hips along with yours.

“You’re so tight” he said with a growl fucking you harder. You grabbed onto him the hardest you’ve ever done so, mentally claiming him as yours.

Almost as if he read your mind he whispered “I’m all yours” you moaned feeling horny… “I know…. You’re all fucking mine…. But act like it don’t just say it”

You said teasing him still piercing his back with your nails drawing out blood. He bucked his hips into yours even harder groaning endlessly into your ear.

“How about it? Someone can’t take this.” He said smirking as he fucked you ruthlessly you both moaned and groaned with no intend to stop,

You looked into his eyes feeling magic, you both went as fast as possible as you hit your peak… you both moaned eachothers names.

He grabbed your hand intertwining your fingers and kissing you “I’m yours forever”

“I know missionary Jack”

“Oh you haven’t seen missionary yet. Just wait” he whispered.

You both started into eachothers eyes feeling so much love.

“We almost created a whole new universe” you giggled teasing him. “I know…”

He said giggling.

The end

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [11] - Tuberoses

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: A gift always has a meaning.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 4100

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After a sleepless night, as you watched the first rays of sunlight spill into your room, you were sure of one thing;

Tonight was going to be absolute chaos.

You hadn’t liked attending balls even before all this but now that you and your betrothed had to pretend to be in love for the whole ton to see at the first ball you would attend?

You were more than ready to pretend to faint again just to avoid it.

Of course, you were the only person to feel that way. Between you and Benedict, you were the one who always found it hard to be or even sound friendly, Benedict on the other hand didn’t even have to try for the people to be drawn to him. You were beginning to feel like he could charm the whole room without so much as showing a little effort, so of course everyone was going to believe everything he said, including how in love he was.

Whereas you were going to have to show a lot of effort.

At least the wedding negotiations had been over in a day. Your uncle and Anthony -as the head of two families- had been quick with them and now all you and Benedict had to do was wait until the wedding which your aunt was very excited for.

“Y/N my dearest?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and peeked your head around the doorframe of the drawing room to look at your aunt who was writing a letter.

“Auntie?”

“Where are you going?”

“I told Lottie I would go to the florist with her,” you said. “She wants to buy flowers for her stepmother and the little ones, and for her own room.”

“Ah,” she said. “Did you decide what you will wear tonight at the ball?”

You leaned sideways to the doorframe. “Yes and it’s all ready. Paula laid them over.”

She smiled at you. “And are you very excited?” she asked. “It’ll be your first outing as a couple.”

You took in a breath and nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Everyone keeps asking me questions about you two but they really want to hear the details from you.”

You made a face. “I am aware.”

She shot you a knowing look.

“I know you’re not exactly fond of all that…attention,” she said softly. “And that you’d rather have your privacy until the wedding and afterwards.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Oh painfully so,” she said with a small laugh, making you smile as well. “You do not have to tell them anything you do not wish to.”

You bit inside your cheek. “What if I wish to tell them nothing at all?”

“Then tell them nothing.”

You let out a bitter chuckle. “Oh of course. And I’m sure they will not insist.”

“Since when what people say to you affect your actions?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders, biting at your nail.

“I don’t know anymore.”

“You’re in love and you’re getting married,” she said. “Tell them that. And if that’s not enough for them, they can just do what they’ve always done.”

“Which is?”

“Stay curious,” she said, winking at you and you scoffed a laugh.

“I shall make sure to tell them that,” you said as you pushed yourself off the doorframe. “I should go. I’ll bring you flowers though!”

“Oh you’re the sweetest,” she said, pressing a hand on her shoulder. “I’d like that a lot. Now go, you shouldn’t keep Miss Harlowe waiting.”

You nodded and made your way downstairs, then walked out of the house to get into the carriage.

                                                          *

The florist wasn’t very far so when you and Charlotte walked into it, she was still telling you about her latest suitor.

“And Mr. Greenway wanted to know what made Benedict break our courtship, can you believe it? He did not seem convinced when I told him there was no courtship.”

You ran your palm over the lavenders. “Your suitors make me want to stab them, honestly.”

“You and my papa seem to have that in common,” she said. “He keeps saying he does not wish to see me married and leave home.”

“And your stepmother?”

“Mama says I should only marry the one I love,” she said. “Like you and Benedict!”

You dragged your tongue over your teeth, keeping your gaze on the flowers.

“Are you very excited about the wedding, Y/N?”

“Uh huh,” you said before leaning in to smell the lavenders better. “Sure.”

She nibbled on her lip, rocking on the balls of her feet but remained silent, making you turn to her.

“Lottie?”

She bit down a smile. “Yes?”

“What is it?”

“I was just wondering,” she said. “If I could be your bridesmaid perhaps?”

You stared at her before a smile warmed your face, then you took a deep breath, narrowing your eyes in an attempt to look to be in deep thought.

“Hmm…” you said, “I may need to think of it.”

“Y/N!”

You scoffed a laugh and reached out to squeeze her hand.

“Lottie of course you will be my bridesmaid!” you said. “I would like to ask you to be my maid of honor, in fact.”

She let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around you to hug you, then pulled back.

“Of course!” she said. “I already have so many ideas about my gown, can it be pale blue do you think? I really like pale blue!”

“It’s your decision, I really will not mind whichever color you choose.”

“And your wedding gown?”

“I’m not certain yet,” you said after a beat. “There’s still time to think about it—you can buy these by the way. They’re good.”

She made her way to the counter to pay for the bunch, and you grabbed a bouquet of crocuses to do the same. The florist put them into a paper bag and gave it to you, and you both started walking towards the exit.

“You at least must have an idea about what your bridal bouquet,” she insisted. “Do you not?”

“Well I—” you started but then stopped in your tracks to approach the bouquets by the window.

“Aw they’re beautiful!” Lottie said. “What are those?”

“Tuberoses,” you said with a small smile, then leaned in to inhale the scent. “I like tuberoses.”

“Perhaps they can be your bridal bouquet!” she said and you pulled back from the flowers, then looked around.

“Perhaps— excuse me,” you said to the florist who approached you upon hearing you. “How much for a bouquet of these?”

The man stole a look at the flowers, then raised his brows.

“Those are tuberoses my lady.”

“Yes I know. How much?”

He shifted his weight and glanced at your hand. “My lady, I’m afraid I cannot sell them to you.”

You pulled your brows together and Lottie tilted her head to the left like a confused puppy.

“…Why not?”

“You’re unmarried, my lady.”

“She will be married soon!” Lottie chirped happily and your frown deepened.

“How is that relevant?”

“Tuberoses, my lady,” he said. “Unmarried ladies aren’t allowed to smell them or purchase them for that matter.”

Lottie’s hands flew to her face to cover her nose and mouth and you blinked a couple of times.

“But it will be my pleasure to sell them to you once you’re married—”

“I don’t understand,” you cut him off. “Why can’t I buy them now?”

“Tuberoses can awaken certain…urges my lady,” he said. “Urges that are not appropriate for unmarried ladies such as yourself.”

A small, muffled whine escaped from Lottie and you arched a brow, then batted your eyelashes, feigning complete innocence.

“What sort of urges?”

“My lady, they’re not—” he paused. “Not appropriate to think of.”

“Why not?” you asked but Lottie reached out to grab your arm with her free hand, then tugged at it.

“Thank you,” she said from behind her palm and pulled you to the other side of the shop near the door.

“Oh dear God I accidentally smelled it I think!”

“Lottie.”

“So did you!”

“Yes and nothing is going to happen—”

“Charlotte?” you heard a voice and you looked over your shoulder to see Anthony and Benedict by the door before they both stepped in. Anthony went straight to Charlotte and Benedict smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat before you nodded in his direction.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and Benedict motioned outside.

“We were just—Charlie, what are you doing?”

“We smelled a flower we weren’t supposed to.”

Anthony frowned. “What?”

“And now it’ll awaken certain urges.”

Benedict stared at her. “Charlie, what are you talking about?”

“The florist says unmarried ladies aren’t supposed to smell tuberoses and I accidentally smelled them,” she said, making you heave a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “And so did Y/N!”

“Mine wasn’t accidental,” you deadpanned with a shrug of your shoulders and Benedict repressed a laugh.

“Really?”

“I’m still waiting for the explanation of what urges it will awaken,” you stated, looking around for the florist. “He was not done explaining, where is he?”

“Y/N,” Benedict said, his voice a playful warning and you grinned at him.

“What?” you asked. “I’m in terrible need of explanations.”

“You are in terrible need of taunting someone, more likely.”

“How dare you?” you asked, trying to adapt a solemn expression. “You’re trying to get in the way of true knowledge here, what would your beloved philosophers say—”

“I do not feel any different,” Lottie said, worry still etched in her tone as she lowered her hand and Anthony looked around, then grabbed a flower.

“There you go Charlotte,” he said. “Peonies. Your favorite.”

Charlotte took the red peony from him, a smile warming her face before she bit at her lip.

“You remembered!”

…Ah.

This was interesting.

The realization hit you so hard that it made your head snap up and you stared at them. Now it made sense why Anthony was so furious when he had approached you concerned about Charlotte after your engagement to Benedict. It made sense why he was so gentle around her, it made sense why Charlotte insisted he was the sweetest, it made sense—

He loved her, and she loved him, and you couldn’t tell if either of them was aware of it.

Everyone kept asking how Benedict hadn’t proposed to Charlotte in two years, what you wanted to know was how this idiot hadn’t proposed to her in those same two years.

You forced yourself to avert your gaze and cleared your throat.

“I cannot believe I’m not allowed to buy flowers because the florist is an idiot.”

“You don’t think it’s dangerous?”

“No,” you and Benedict said at the same time and Charlotte turned to you.

“And you’re not worried at all?”

“There’s nothing to worry about except for the lack of logic here,” you stated. “But then again, that’s not exactly uncommon in the ton, I’m getting used to it slowly like a frog in the hot water.”

Benedict’s smile was soft as a fond look crossed his eyes and you shifted your weight, then looked around.

“I’d better go,” you said. “Lottie?”

“Oh I’m coming of course,” she said. “I’ll see you both later.”

You and she walked out of the florist to make your way down the street and Lottie twirled the single peony between her fingers with a smile.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“What do peonies symbolize?”

You stole a look at her. “Love and honor.”

“Oh,” she said quietly before inhaling the scent of the flower and you repressed a smile, then pulled her to the next shop.

By the time you returned to the house, you and Charlotte had spent at least three hours outside, first checking out the bookshop, then sitting at the teahouse. Spending time with her had put you in a better mood as usual, and you had almost forgotten about tonight’s ball until you passed through the door to your house and saw one of the maids carrying your coat for the night. You shook your head, making your way upstairs as you took the flowers into your hand and entered the drawing room.

“Pretty flowers for a pretty lady,” you said, making your aunt turn and her whole face lit up.

“Aw, Clover!” she said, taking them from you before kissing your cheek. “They are absolutely gorgeous my dear!”

You smiled back at her as she gave them to a maid for her to put them into a vase, then turned to you.

“I sent yours to your room.”

Your head shot up. “Hm?”

She winked at you. “Just go there and see.”

You pulled your brows together and walked out of the drawing room to make your way to your room, then opened the door to step inside but as soon as you saw what was on your desk, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Tuberoses.

You gawked at it before slowly approaching the bouquet in the vase, then leaned forward to take in the scent, your eyes fluttering close. A smile curled your lips as you opened your eyes, then tilted your head when the tiny envelope next to the vase caught your eye, so you reached out to open it and took out the small card.

I’d hate to get in the way of true knowledge.

Benedict.

A scoff of laughter escaped from you and you shook your head, then walked to fling yourself into your bed, painfully aware of the smile warming your face.

                                                *

The night hadn’t even started yet but you were more than ready to get back in the carriage and go home already. Nervousness was rushing through you and you desperately needed some fresh air before going into that chaos, so you took a look at the couple of people in the garden making their way to the big house, then turned to your aunt.

“Auntie, I uh…” you said. “Can I wait for Lottie first?”

“We can wait for her inside?”

“Well yes, but—” you cleared your throat. “After Whistledown’s article, people will ask me some questions about the betrothal, so I fear I won’t have the time to talk to her.”

She looked around. “Y/N, I’m not sure…”

“It’s a garden.”

“You’d still be alone.”

“Barely,” you said. “There are people here.”

“My dear, it’s night time and—”

“Lady Thorne,” Benedict’s voice reached you and you turned your head to see him, an inexplicable rush of relief washing over you for some reason. “Miss Y/N.”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” your aunt greeted him with a smile and glanced at you, heaving a sigh. “I suppose you can wait for Miss Harlowe here if Mr. Bridgerton is staying.”

You turned to look up at Benedict expectantly and he raised his brows.

“Yeah I can—I’m staying, definitely.”

You held your breath and motioned at him. “See, auntie? He’s staying.”

She thought for a moment, then clicked her tongue.

“Alright but,” she said, pointing at you two. “No going anywhere by yourselves.”

Benedict held up his hands, gesturing surrender and you shook your head fervently.

“Of course not.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Lady Thorne.”

“You’re staying right here in the garden, you hear me?”

“Yes, of course. Right here.”

“We’ll follow this road to the ballroom,” Benedict motioned at the stone road. “Won’t even step anywhere else.”  

Your aunt narrowed her eyes at you two as if trying to see whether you two were lying, then shook her head.

“I will not be able to rest until you two are married,” she murmured and turned around, then made her way to the house. 

“Thank you,” you said, watching her enter the house and Benedict waved a hand in the air.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “What’s going on?”

“I needed some fresh air before throwing myself into that gladiator pit,” you grumbled but before Benedict could even answer, Lady Anna -one of the ladies you had met when you were presented to the queen- approached you with her mama.

“Mr. Bridgerton!” her mama said. “Miss Y/N! Congratulations on your betrothal.”

Benedict shot her that irresistible crooked grin of his and bowed while Lady Anna glared at you, and turned to smile at him.

“What a hasty engagement though,” she said. “Barely anyone knew you two were in courtship.”

“Oh I was under the impression that everyone did, my lady,” Benedict said. “Thanks to Lady Whistledown.”

She let out a giddy giggle and her mother turned to you.

“Any idea when the wedding will be?” she asked you and you reminded yourself to smile.

“In a month,” you said. “Approximately.”

“I cannot wait to hear the full story from you!” she said. “We will see you inside of course?”

“Of course,” Benedict said and Lady Anna dropped a curtsy, then followed her mama to the house while you let out a breath and looked up at him.

“Get me out of here right now.”

“Way ahead of you,” he muttered, looking around. “Do you see that corner? Far end of the garden?”

“It’s such a lovely garden by the way,” you pointed out as you glanced at the flowers. “Now that you mentioned it. That being said, I feel like their gardener should take a look at the—”

“Y/N, focus.”

“Right,” you said and cleared your throat. “Yes I can see that corner.”

“There’s a bench there, we can go there when that carriage passes by here. You first—”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I am serious— go now!” he whispered as he pushed you gently, making you repress the laughter bubbling up in your chest. You moved in the same direction as the carriage, using it to shield yourself from anyone else’s gaze before you rushed to the far end of the garden. Just as Benedict said, there was a bench in the dark half covered by the tree over it and you sat down, running a hand over your eyes.

It took a couple of minutes but soon enough you heard the footsteps and Benedict entered your sight, shooting you that mischievous grin and your heart skipped a beat but you frowned at yourself, sitting up straighter.

“May I?” he motioned at the bench and you scooted over to the side.

“Sure.”

He sat beside you and you heaved a sigh, leaning back on your palms, keeping your gaze on the sky before stealing a look at him.

“Do you think we’re actually pushing our luck?”

Benedict raised his brows and shrugged his shoulders.

“Luck pushed us first,” he said. “And honestly what are they going to do? Marry us twice?”

A laugh climbed up your throat but you covered your mouth to muffle to sound, making him smile. You lowered your hand and took a deep breath, your stomach doing a pleasant flip.

“Thank you by the way,” you said. “For the flowers.”

“Of course,” he said, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim moonlight. “Let me guess, you were overtaken by uh… what was it? Desires—”

“Inappropriate urges.”

“Yeah those, you were overtaken by inappropriate urges the moment you smelled them?”

A giggle managed to escape from you this time and you nodded.

“Certainly,” you said. “Still couldn’t get myself out of this ball though.”

“It won’t be that bad.”

You shot him a look. “Yes it will. Didn’t you see them just now?”

“It’s just until another scandal breaks out,” he said. “It’s the social season, I doubt we’ll have to wait that long.”

You pressed your palms into your eyes until you saw shiny dots in the darkness, then lowered them again.

“They’ll keep asking questions and I don’t like…” you trailed off and rubbed at your wrist. “I don’t like telling people things. Lies or not.”

Benedict nodded his head. “Send them my way.”

You scoffed. “Benedict—”

“No I’m serious,” he said. “You don’t owe anyone anything, much less an explanation. If they want to hear about it that much, they can come ask me.”

You tried to ignore the small smile threatening to pull at your lips and turned your gaze to look up at the moon again, still rubbing at your wrist absentmindedly. A peaceful silence fell upon you, the soft night breeze caressing your face and you heaved a sigh.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Benedict cleared his throat. “I um…I got you something.”

You turned your head to look at him and he offered you a soft smile before reaching inside his jacket to pull out a rectangular box. Your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled back slightly.

“What’s that?”

“A gift.”

You eyed the sleek box, your frown deepening before you shook your head.

“No you can keep it, I don’t have anything to give you back.”

Benedict blinked a couple of times.

“I didn’t get it for – that would make it a trade,” he said helpfully. “It’s a gift.”

Your question was nearly a demand. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to?” he said like he was asking you back. “I saw it and thought of you.”

You looked up from the box at him. “What do you want in return?”  

“To repeat, that’s not how it—” he paused. “Has no one given you a gift before?”

You nibbled on your lip and shrugged your shoulders.

“Family,” you murmured and scoffed. “Some of them, that is.”

It’s a trick, a small voice in your said. He’ll want it back once you like it, as soon as he—

“I don’t want anything in return,” his voice cut through your thoughts and you tilted your head, your lips pulled into a pout.

“If you’re going to pull it back when I reach for it, I’ll leave.”

He stared at you for a moment as if he couldn’t tell whether you were jesting or not and he looked like he had a million of questions he wanted to ask, but in the end he decided otherwise.

“How about this?” he said. “I’ll just put it here. If you want you can open it, if not we can leave it here and go back to the ballroom.”

He placed the box between you and leaned back on the bench, crossing his arms as if he wanted to prove he wouldn’t make any sudden moves like pulling the box out of your reach. You hesitated for a second, then slowly reached out to take the box into your lap, then pulled at the ribbon and lifted the cover.

A breath left your lips as soon as you saw what was inside.

It was a pocket knife unlike any other you had seen so far. It was light, lighter than your current one and small figures of flowers were engraved on the handle, tiny rubies glimmering on silver. You flicked the knife, the blade coming out of its place instantly, and even in the dim light you could see just how sharp it looked before you pushed it back into its place, then turned to Benedict who was watching you with a soft look on his face.

“Thank you,” you said, unable to stop the smile on your face. “It’s very beautiful.”

He grinned at you. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled your pocket knife out of your cleavage before putting it beside you on the bench, then pushed your new knife into your cleavage, causing Benedict to instantly look up at the sky. You pursed your lips in order not to laugh, then slipped the silk skirt of your gown up your leg to tuck the old knife into your garter, painfully aware of Benedict stealing a look at you out of the corner of his eye. You fixed your skirts and turned to him to see him taking a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm hm,” he said, sounding a bit breathless for some reason and opened his eyes, then cleared his throat. “Yeah. Absolutely. Totally alright.”

A small spark ran down your spine and you arched a brow, tilting your head.

“Any inappropriate urges?”

“So many,” he said, his voice coming out like he was tormented and motioned around in a vague manner. “Tuberoses here somewhere.”

You bit down a smile, then got up from the bench and fixed your gown.

“Come on,” you said. “We should go back to the ballroom, I don’t want to be a part of yet another scandal.”

You stood on your tiptoes to take a look at the garden to see whether anyone would see you together when you walked in there but by some miracle it seemed empty enough. Judging by the music reaching even there, dancing had started already and probably everyone who was invited was already inside, dancing and socializing.

“Right,” Benedict said and stood up as well, then threw his shoulders back and offered you his arm. “To the gladiator’s pit we go then.”

“Should be interesting,” you murmured and placed your hand over his arm, that familiar warmth spreading through you and you took a shaky breath, then you both started walking to the house.

Chapter 12

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I'm confused about why those robes are specifically “I definitely did not kill my husband” robes.

Please explain.

Vogue made an amazing article about how this meme came about that goes into way more detail than I will here.

But to put it simply, this very specific type of Old Hollywood fashion has always looked iconic and glamorous. It wasn't uncommon to see a femme fatale or ill-fated/tragic female character dressed in a "rich widow robe" or "husband killing robe."

Said characters weren't always actual murderers or husband killers, but the trope became very popular.

One of the examples I used in an earlier ask were stills of Jean Harlow as Kitty in the comedy film, Dinner at Eight. Kitty is very much not an actual murderess/husband killer XD

But she does looking absolutely stunning in this outfit <3

I'm pretty sure the first example I saw of this trope as a kid was Joan Cusack's character Debbie Jelinsky in Addams Family Values who spends the vast majority of her time on screen trying to kill her husband XD

There's also Meryl Streep's character Madeline Ashton in Death Becomes Her. A lot of murder attempts happen in that film pffftt

Main gist is that the robes are gorgeous and they give off a very "Why, officer, I have no idea what could have possibly happened to result in the death of my late husband" vibe that people dig.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : ONE DAY

All week you and Jack were moving and settling into your new house in Louisville, it was a busy week of moving stuff around and lots of unboxing.

You were finally happy when you both decided to relax for the weekend since you both had it off, and didn’t have to report into the studio or fly out anywhere.

Jack had suggested a movie and takeout in bed, just spending alone time with each other. It was very much needed due the busy week, hell- even busy months.

“Babe, food is here.”

“Oh yess, I’m starving.” You throw on one of his tee shirts, and toss the wet towel to the side.

“I had something else for you if you were hungry.” He grabs at his crotch, smirking.

“Be for real Jackman.” You hop to your side of the bed. “Feed me please, and before you start, I mean with actual food.”

He laughs. “Here you go.”

You both eat, sharing your food with one another, all while watching a movie.

After a few hours, you’re both still in bed but scrolling through your phones. Answering friends and families texts, and scrolling through social media.

“Babe, you think this is cute?” You turn to face him, but you notice his eyebrows are furrowed and his nose is flaring, all signs to him being mad or annoyed.

“Jack? What’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath and tosses his phone at the edge of the bed. “N-nothing, just something silly.”

“It’s not nothing if it made you upset.”

“I mean, you’ll think it’s silly.”

“Jackman, just tell me what’s wrong.” You brush his curls back, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “Your entire mood changed, and I just want to make sure you’re alright bubs.”

He sits up, reaches for his phone and hands it to you. “She’s talking about how I’m disrespectful and that my music sucks. A whole lot of other stuff and it just got me upset, that’s all.”

You listen to the video, and all you feel is anger and confusion.

You shut off his phone and toss it to the side with yours.

“Hey.” You face him but he’s not looking at you, you signal for him to lay completely on his back, and you follow on top of him.

“Look at me bubs.” You grab his chin and turn his face towards you so he’s looking at you. “Fuck her, fuck what she has to say.”

He rolls his eyes. “Easier said than done.”

You nod, “I agree. But baby, she doesn’t know you, she doesn’t know the real you. I know how amazing you are, how kind and well mannered you are.”

You place your forehead against his for a few seconds. “How you take care of everyone around you. No one knows the real Jackman. Your music? Bubs, your music is loved by all your true fans, you are loved here in your hometown. People who don’t have access to you can say whatever they want, but at the end of the day, they couldn’t be more wrong, you’re special, something out of this world.”

“You’re my girlfriend, of course you’ll say that.”

“Baby, I was in love with you even before we started talking. I fell in love with the way you carry yourself.” You reassure him, smiling at him.

“Y/N” He whimpers out, you can see his eyes are getting teary. “It was just stupid of me to listen to that.”

You shrug, “It happens, but don’t you go believing a word a hater has to say. I know you and I know you’re nothing like she went on about.”

“I’m going to marry you one day you know?” He smiles at you lovingly.

“I’m going to hold you up to that.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Nonsense, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else who isn’t you. Don’t let them get to you, because I have no problem calling everyone out, I’ll fight them all if I have to.”

He smiles, “You really do love me.”

“In and out the stars bubs.”

“It’s you and me?.” He asks.

“Always.” You lean down and give him a kiss on the lips.

“One day Y/N, and that day may come sooner than later. I’m going to make you my wife and we’ll have little mini us running around. You just wait.” He gives you a long and deep kiss, holding you close, heart to heart.

He meant what he said.

You two were finally settling in, and the next big move was a proposal, and he was already making plans.

•••••••

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[heavyhitterheaux]

No More Love For You

Gabrielle's Tale as told by @halfmoondaze

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Gabrielle watched Jack walk off the stage, with sweat all over him and his curls almost sticking to his forehead, wearing his white beater shirt and she couldn’t help but feel some type of way.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he interacted with all the members from his crew who were congratulating him on the show. Seeing him in his element and thriving made her feel so attracted to him, more than she already was if that was even possible.

She  didn’t even realize that she was lost in her own thoughts until Jack’s voice made her snap back to reality.  

“You good?”

“Yeah ... .you were amazing up there” She said shyly.

“Thanks babe” he said, putting his arm around Gabrielle and pulling her towards him in a hug and kissing the top of her head.

“Shit, sorry I forgot I stink” he said quickly realizing he was in need of a shower.

“Never bothered me before” She whispered only loud enough for him to hear.

He was taken back by her sudden boldness as she was usually shy and reserved.

“Is that so?”

She simply nodded while smiling at him. 

“Aight, I just have to say hello to a few more people…and then I’ll by all yours” he whispered in her ear.

“Ok, just don’t take too long”

He smiled to himself and walked away.

After 20 minutes, Jack came through the door.

“I see you didn’t forget about me” She said, playing with her hair.

“Never”

He cupped her face and started kissing her and it quickly turned into a full on makeout session.

Gabrielle  tangled her fingers into his curls while he held her waist deepening the kiss.

And suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Jack rolled his eyes and pulled away.

“Do you really need to take that?” She whined.

“It could be Neelam”

Gabrielle simply gave him a look. 

“Babe, she’s my boss. I can’t just blow her off”

“Alright” She finally said in defeat.

He looked at her in an adorable way and approached her.

“I’ll make it up to you”

“How?”

“Tomorrow is my day off. We can do anything you want. You’ll have me all to yourself for the whole day”

“Really?”

“Promise”

She pretended to think it through before coming up with an answer.

“Ok”

He kissed her, being satisfied with the answer he received. 

“I’ll be right back”

At that moment his phone started ringing.

“Wait, Jack-”

He walked out of the room before he could hear her.

“-you forgot your phone”

She simply sighed.

Gabrille wasn’t normally one to check on her partner’s phone, but considering it didn’t stop chiming nonstop, she thought that it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. Which was now something that she instantly regretted.

3 unread messages.

Hey babe

How was the show tonight?

The kids miss you and we can’t wait for you to get home. We’ll see you soon.Love you. 

Tears started flooding her eyes and before she knew it, she felt sick to her stomach. 

She took his phone and started scrolling through his previous messages with this woman.

He had a whole family: three children, two girls and a boy, who seemed to be around 2, 5 and 7 years old. 

All this time, she was a side piece.

At that moment Jack came back to the dressing room and stopped in his tracks when he saw her crying.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he said with worry in his eyes as he walked up to her.

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What-”

“Am I your side piece?!” Gabrielle asked, starting to get angry.

“No, why would you even think that?”

“Then what’s this?!” She said while throwing his phone at him.

He picked up his phone from the floor and saw the conversation.

“I can explain,” he said, looking at her pleading.

“Screw you” She said as she started to gather her belongings. 

“Gabby, wait!” He said, taking her hand.

“Don’t fucking touch me”

He backed a few steps from her and simply sighed.

“I don’t want to see you again”

With that said, she took all of her things and left.

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[bullet-prooflove]

I need to know how you keep track of all your OCs?! Do you have a spreadsheet?! A written list?! A super big brain that remembers everything?! And how do you keep coming up with such different and complex characters?! It's wild, it's amazing..

Hi,

I love this question! Thank you for asking it!

So now I actually have a spreadsheet because I jump around different fandoms, it’s ordered by TV Show. Everytime a personal detail comes up like perfume, history, it goes into the spreadsheet. When I first started writing I did not do this and it was a struggle to remember everything esp when I was writing for so many different fandoms.

With some characters I have their details more mentally ready than others. Like Gina and Travis, I know everything to do with them by heart. Same with Alden & Lisa. Dean A & Isobel. I think it’s because I’ve done so much work on them and their stories that I feel like I know them so well, even then they still throw in surprises. (Travis’s illness, Alden’s deceased child, Isobel’s cutting.) I didn’t plan for any of that. I think when you’re a character driven writer it allows more flexibility than if you’re a plot driven one because the characters take you on a journey where anything can happen. Plot driven writers are a lot more rigid in that respect.

So when I’ve developing a character, I think of the guy I’m writing for and what kind of partner he needs or could bounce off/ or what’s they’re core value/desire. Also if they have a partner in the show, I try to write someone very different otherwise what’s the point?

An example is Dean Winchester lives a very transient, almost secretive lifestyle due to the nature of his work. He doesn’t stick around in one place for too long and is very committed to his cause and is resistant to relationships but happy to have casual engagements. However there instances in the series we see him playing house/talking about a normal life almost wistfully. At his core he wants a home but in his own head can never have that.

The kind of partner I envisioned working for him was someone very independent, who had their own life so Dean could flit in and out of it without feeling the pressure or issues that came with being in a traditional relationship. I wanted the character to have awareness of the supernatural shit but I also didn’t want to go the  another hunter route as I’d seen it done so many times and I found it boring because it’s basically the Winchester Boys +1, and it comes back to that thing about being independent.

Also I had a massive thing for Fire Towers at the time so it gave me the idea for a forest ranger who situated in this little town at the edge of a mountain/forest reserve and has to deal with all the mad normal/supernatural shit that lives in the forest. This allows Dean a place to always come back to if he wants to, a home as it were. It also gave me a little history for them. They met because they were both ‘hunting’ the same thing, collaborated and then with all that left over adrenaline sparks fly. As the town is a tourist town Harlow is used to people just ‘passing through’ so most of her relationships have been transient so she doesn’t expect anything from Dean, despite the fact he keeps coming back. Also because her family are from along line of ‘forest rangers’ who have an affiliation with the mountain, they both things in common in terms of an irregular upbringing.  

The nature of the transient relationship also adds drama esp with Dean wrestling with wanting more but not being able to give. It’s an internal battle for him when he starts to develop feelings. It gives you a lot to work with outside of the usual monster of the day plot (which is also great for drama).

All of It sort of plays off something I call cause and effect and this is what a lot of fics/characters lack in fan fiction. If you say a character does a job like an ADA or a cop, you have to think of what got them there to where they are today and how that shaped them and the choices they made because of it and also what’s going on in the current climate for a person in that position.

For example female cops really run a gauntlet in terms of sexism and misogyny. From the people they police and sometimes their coworkers. At some point in their career they are going to encounter it, so how do they handle it? Are they dealing with it now in they’re current unit? Or have they in the past? Has that created enemies? What does did it look like? Was it make the tea hun? ‘Accidental’ groping or something worse.

That’s just one job, what about ADA or a winemaker or doctor? What challenges have they faced. It’s different for every position.

It’s the same if you say someone is dyslexic or comes from foster care, you have to think how those things have shaped they’re lives, how does it affect them today, how are you going to let the audience know in a natural way.  A dyslexic person, may use colour coding to help them identify files quickly, they may voice record as opposed to write notes. Someone whose had an injury in the past is probably going to have some residual pain, so they may use a cushion, be stiff when it gets cold, or pop pain killers. It’s those extra details that add to a character and define them from anything else other people are writing.

Sorry I realise I had a massive ramble there but I get massively enthused when it comes to qs like this!

[disregardcanon]

toh the witches of Thistle Grove au from my drafts

context: the witches of thistle grove is a new adult fantasy series about a small town in illinois called thistle grove which was founded by four families of witches as a safe haven for them and their kind. the main character is a member of the least consequential founding family and she hasn't been back home from chicago in YEARS because of a very messy breakup with a boy who shattered her heart, who's a member of the most influential family.

after many years, there's going to be a shakeup in the power in the town because the main character's family is going to arbitrate a competition between the families to decide who will gain the town's power. she has a romance with a VERY attractive girl who's the heir of a different family, reconnects with her friends and family, and has a fun adventure. it's gay and great <3

the au is lumity. here we goooooooo

Blights- Blackmoores (the most influential family)

Porters- Thornes (the family the MCs best friend belongs to)

Montagues- Avramovs (this is the last name I give boscha in my fics and also the love interest's family. no she is not the love interest)

Clawthornes- Harlows (the MC's family who has traditionally stayed out of the competition and arbitrated it.)

i don't remember if this was my worldbuilding or the book's, but part of this premise is that marrying or being adopted into a founding family can give someone without magic magic, but not marrying into a family that doesn't have the magic of the town on their side.

additional families that have magic but aren't founders

Deamonnes, Whispers, Parks, Calliopes (last name I give skara)

amity is living in chicagoland with her fiance, luz. she has to return to her hometown for some important family thing that she won't elaborate on and refuses to bring luz. so luz has to IMPROVISE

cue luz making her own way to the town of thistle grove, talking her way into staying with eda and king clawthorne, and getting involved in amity's checkered past.

details

alador is a normal townie that wasn't born with magic. he figured out at a young age that magic WAS real and ended up best friends with and then high school sweethearts with him. he ends up leaving him for odalia, though, because of the fact that marrying into the blights will give him magic whereas marrying darius... will not

willow and amity were besties as kids and then the blight parents made amity dump her because willow is from a family that isn't influential and seems to only have a trace of magic (as a kid, at least)

in high school, amity dates boscha. it's a match made in heaven for her parents but in hell for her. they really want her to stay with boscha because the montagues are a good, powerful family, but she's also. mean. possessive. and amity feels so stifled here in this town. she breaks up with her, runs off to chicagoland for college, meets luz, and never looks back. at least until it's demanded of her by tradition

a few years after that, willow opens up to boscha and falls in love with her. and then boscha takes her heart and stomps all over it, feeling like an idiot for every letting it happen in the first place.

amity and willow reconnect when amity comes to town for the arbitration and bond over boscha being The Worst. luz tries to figure out what's going on and bonds with eda the owl lady.

it's hard to work out a balance because luz sees MAGIC! and witches! and cool secret town of cool secret people! and goes why would you ever want to leave? this is my dream? wait you're saying if i married you i could get magic????~!?!?!?!?!?! amity this is AMAZING why didn't you ever tell me about this wonderful fantastic thing! and amity can't see it as anything but awful because not only did her parents control all of her actions here, her mother, quite literally, has a hold on all of the family magic. so any magic she could give to luz would only come through her mother, just the way it does with amity. which is why despite loving magic amity was able to go live so far away from its source.

i don't remember how we were going to get there, but gus was going to win the tournament for the porters and wrest control of the town magic away from both the blights and the montagues, eda was going to think luz is The Bees Knees enough to adopt her (and as a clawthorne that WOULD give her magic) and amity was going to marry her so that she could have magic that isn't controlled by her mother, but goes through gwendolyn clawthorne who is a lot cooler about Everything Always.

<3

[odette-abbott]

#huntsvilleintro

the basics;

FULL NAME: Odette Harlow Abbott

NICKNAME: Etta

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: Twenty-Eight

OCCUPATION: Server @ Country Roads Restaurant

RESIDENCE: The Commune

RESIDENT or VISITOR: Visitor

HUNTER or GATHERER: Hunter

TITLE: The Slayer

FACECLAIM: Priscilla Quintana

the personality;

++ sweet, welcoming, resourceful, bubbly, outgoing, social butterfly, upbeat, natural born leader, honest, determine, highly perceptive

-- spontaneous, impulsive, risk taker, easily bored, stubborn, emotional, restless

tropes - sunshine human carrying a storm in a teacup, cheerleader with a chainsaw, final girl

personality type - entertainer (ESFP)

the bio;

(tw death mention)

life was amazing for odette abbott. she was thriving in her school in los angeles, popular, head cheerleader, great friends, top grades and on track for an ivy league early admission when she finished high school.

nothing could ruin it for her, she was certain...

...ish

the plan was never huntsville, not for odette anyway. it was all her mothers idea. after her parents had divorced, her mother uprooted odette and herself and decided to relocate to a new city for a fresh start. gone was odette's california life. driving through the west virginia monongahela national forest, her mother arrived at a fork in the road. a sign advising “rockslide ahead” had her mother reroute and follow the right split into the town of huntsville. she drove through the town thinking nothing of it but deja vu kicked in when she saw the town again, and again, and again...

everything changed after that.

they had no choice but to settle in the town they intended to pass though. trapped in a place she didn't even want to be in had odette and her mother at loggerheads - both frustrated that they were trapped and both frustrated that there was no resolution. after one particular argument, odette's mother naïvely went a walk after dark while odette went to their home. the following morning her mother was found with her chest shredded open and her torso’s inner organs missing. devastated, odette blamed herself and became a shell of herself. her once childish teenage demeanour was replaced with a maturity only death and trauma could bring.

with news of her mothers death, it was talk of the town that odette had nowhere to go. she was too young to live on her own, no job, no family in town, no way to contact her only remaining family member. she was girl lost in plain sight for everyone to see. it was decided that odette would be placed in the commune as a way to be around other people and socialise while she was still finishing up high school at the time.

at the commune, she learned to survive. she learned to hunt and it turned out that she was stupidly good at it. she had an instinct about it that had her being able to tap into something that unleashed a skill she had no idea she had. since then, odette worked overtime on this skill set in determination to face whatever killed her mother. she had a vendetta to settle and she was hellbent on settling it.

after finishing school, the people she was once called friends had distanced themselves thanks to odette officially being classed as part of 'the commune side of huntsville'. struggling without a support network, she got the first job she could find and has been pouring her heart and soul into that ever since.

she craves escaping the town. the thought of spending the rest of her days in huntsville drives her up the wall and ever closer to madness.

other notes;

+ came to huntsville on august 27th 2012 - the irony that she was a day away from freedom does not go unnoticed to her

+ was 16 when she came to town and had to do her last year of high school in town

+ had the hannah montana lifestyle. she had lived in the town and went to school there. after her mothers death she was placed in the commune but managed to avoid a lot of the prejudices that came with being from the 'other part of town' until she left school.

+ the guilt of her mothers death easts her alive.

the possible connections;

friends

besties

ex-besties from school

enemies

ex's

hunting buddy

romeo & juliet

co-workers

customers

open to any and all plots/connections & if you'd like to plot with odette or would even just have a chat, please feel free to drop me a message any time

will add to this as i go along but this is the general outline

[harlowmiller]

"What can I say? I am the voice of reason," Harlow teased, a playful glint in her dark green eyes. She didn't lecture everyone, only those she truly cared about. Dakota was one of those lucky few. She watched in amusement as the other made a big show of slowly sitting down at the counter. "There you go. Was that so hard?" she chuckled, shaking her head. "And yeah, classics are always a hit. People love nostalgia, it's comforting. I'm sure whatever ideas you and Bek come up with will be amazing." Put two talented women together, it was hard for them not to come up with something amazing. "I'm glad you approve. I aim to please," she said with a wink.

"An hour? I feel so special," she teased, placing a hand over her heart. "But seriously, I'm always happy to have my 'Kota time'. It's good for the soul." Any time she could spend with her favorite people was great for her. "So, tell me more about Liv being home. You two have any big plans while she's here?" She knew she always felt great to be around family, especially one she hadn’t been around lately.

"Must you go and put logic to everything?" Dakota asked. "It's like a roadblock to when I go full speed ahead and...oh, oh now I get it. You do that on purpose." Well, that realization hit Kota like a sack of bricks.

"Alright alright, I'm slowing down." She made a big show of ever so slowly sitting down at the counter, trying to hide a grin. "See I can slow down. She did, I just needed drink ideas to recycle...not that y'know, I want to be lazy but some of the older specials were such classics, everyone loves a classic, right? Figured it couldn't hurt and then Bek just comes up with pure genius to go along with what I already planned." She took another long sip of her coffee, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Oh, man. Oh that's good."

She looked at the cinnamon roll. "Well since you did save me one before they sold out, and waited to brew the coffee just like I like it, almost like your senses knew I'd be swinging by...nah I can't drag that out, you know I always have time for you. I can spare an hour if you really need your 'Kota time'. She's home for a while."

[thebatrodenused]

am sad, but also angry??

Anyways, harlowe family shrine, i want one.

[i-care-4u]

UN VERANO SIN TI | J.HARLOW

part one | part two | part three

pair: jack harlow x actress!reader

requests are closed | masterlist

A/N: i’ve been doing instagram au’s recently, and i haven’t written these types of fics in like a year, so it feels so refreshing writing them again. btw, apologies if there’s any grammar mistakes or any typos.

‘17-‘20

For the past five years, you’ve pretty much made yourself a big name in the entertainment industry. Since your debut, critics and the people were quickly mesmerized by your talent, which later contributed to your nominations at big award ceremonies.

While filming your second project four years ago, you discovered Jack and his music. However, it wasn’t until a year later when you first met him.

Jack was starstruck the moment he saw you. He couldn’t believe that one of today’s leading actresses is a big fan of his. Around this time, he was recording a new mixtape. You still remembered the conversation that occurred, which was now an ongoing joke between you and him.

“Hi, I’m Jack,” Jack introduced himself as you came up to him to give him a hand shake.

“I know,” you replied, letting out a soft laugh.

After the interaction, you exchanged numbers, and began hanging out together.

By early 2020, you and Jack started dating. Since Jack wanted more of a private life, you both agreed to keep the relationship that way, with the exception of close family and friends. However, due to one of his songs becoming popular, it pushed him to a more mainstream audience. Although you and Jack were celebrating for reaching such achievements, unfortunately, you both knew that going out together was going to be such a conflict.

‘22

With your upcoming project being the most anticipated film of the year, and Jack releasing his new album, it was going to be quite a year for you two.

You and Jack barely had the time to see each other, and the only interactions came through the phone. You didn’t like that feeling. The feeling that you were dating your own screen just felt weird to you. The next time you were going to see him again was during the MET Gala, which happens to be the same week Jack releases his album.

By that point, you had the thought to end things with Jack. It was an upsetting thought, but both of you were booked and busy if you really think about it. You were busy with your film, which was set for a summer release, and there’s also an upcoming press tour alongside it. Meanwhile, Jack had upcoming performances left and right, traveling from France to Australia. As much as it hurts to let go of someone, you believed that now was the right time.

MET GALA ‘22, MAY 2nd, 2022

You arrived to New York City a couple of days ago, which was nothing new for you. Tonight was going to be your first MET since 2019, and your first with Jack.

At the hotel, your stylist picked out a dress from (brand choice), while you were in charge of doing your own makeup. Considering the way people were dressed last year, you’d say that your team did a great job on their research and finding a dress that represented “gilded glamour.”

Before putting on the dress, you heard a knock on the door. You opened the door to see that it was Jack. He was already red carpet ready and he wanted your opinion of his look. He showed up wearing a silky brown suit from Givenchy, a little different from the regular tuxedos that a lot of men tend to wear at the MET.

“How do I look, baby?” Jack asked you as he was fixing up his tie.

“You look amazing, Jack,” you smiled, fixing the outfit for him.

“I knew I could rely on you,” Jack said, quickly giving you a kiss on the forehead before he closed the door.

After a few hours, you arrived at the MET Gala. Your appearance was the most anticipated tonight, based on past looks. It was exciting to see what you were going to wear next. Like every award ceremony, there’s cameras flashing, people cheering from all angles, and of course, the interviews.

“Y/N LOOK OVER HERE!”

“SMILE Y/N!”

“Y/N TURN AROUND!”

“I LOVE YOU Y/N!”

Everyone was obsessed with your MET look. You were the highlight of the night, earning the title of “best-dressed” alongside other celebrities.

Following the pictures taken on the MET stairs, you went to their dinner party, where you got greeted by Jack.

You and Jack went towards the food table. The food looked quite exquisite, having a Sofia Coppola feel to it. Jack grabbed a plate and asked, “You want something to eat or drink?”

“Not at this moment,” you nodded. “Thank you, though.” Before Jack put the plate back, he asked you again, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll eat once the MET is over.”

You weren’t upset, but rather overwhelmed. The next thing you wanted to do was to leave the dinner, and stay at the hotel, but you just couldn’t. Instead, you rushed to the bathroom, which you quickly regretted.

By the time you opened the door, there was a group of celebrities attempting to take the MET Gala picture. Instantly, all eyes were on you, “Y/n, care to join us?”

Giving them an awkward smile, you tried to fit into the frame. For the next ten seconds, everyone was fixing their outfits and thinking of a pose. By the last second, one of the celebrities announced that they were taking the picture, “MET Gala ‘22, everybody say cheese!”

After the picture, you headed back to dinner where you sat in the empty seat next to Jack’s.

“Having fun?” you looked over to Jack.

“Yeah, I’m getting a little tired though. Are you tired yet?”

“Sort of,” You had a monotone voice, showing no emotion whatsoever.

“Let me take you outside for some fresh air, no?” Jack held your hand, but you refused, thinking about your private relationship with him. “Jack, we can’t. Remember?”

“Right.”

“Speaking of going out, I don’t think I want to attend that afterparty anymore.”

“That’s fine,” Jack kissed your cheek as you got out of your seat. “Do what you need to do, okay babe?”

“Okay. See you tomorrow morning.”

TUESDAY, MAY 3rd, 2022

The next morning, as you were getting ready, you received some text messages from Jack.

Jack: are you in your hotel room right now?

Jack: let’s talk

You: i’m here

You turned off your phone and continued getting ready. After doing some final touches to your makeup, you decided to order some tea for you and Jack.

"Room service. How may I help you?”

"Uhm, yeah. May I have two hot teas?"

"Which one?" You didn’t specify what kind prior, but you knew that Jack loves the hottest kind of tea.

"The hottest one. Just any of the—"

"You want black or green tea?"

"Green for both, please. Thank you. "

While you were waiting for your orders, someone knocked on the door. "It’s Jack," you thought.

You opened the door, and it was no surprise that it was him. As he walked into your room, he couldn’t resist giving you a hug. You missed that feeling, that rare feeling. You knew, however, that you and he weren’t destined to be together for this long.

"How’s my baby feeling today?" Jack asked you.

"Better than yesterday," you assured. "And by the way, I ordered some tea, which should be here any minute now."

"Very generous of you," Jack said sarcastically. He was glad to see you doing better and getting the rest that you needed after yesterday. However, it wasn’t the case for you. Instead, you felt nervous about having this talk, scared that you were going to slip up really badly.

"What if he doesn’t want to see me ever again?" you thought. The only goal here was for you and Jack to be cool as just friends.

You two walked together and found a seat at the empty table that was in the room. You relax for a few seconds, hoping that everything goes as planned. Afterwards, you began to talk to him.

"I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but I think it’d be cool if we stayed as just friends," you began. "I feel like we’d become so distant this past year to the point where I’m just dating my own screen, you know?"

Jack got up from his seat, and you tried to question him, feeling startled that he was leaving immediately. Luckily, he opened the door and grabbed the two teas that you ordered earlier. He placed your tea on the table while he began to take a sip of his tea, "Sorry, the tea arrived. Go on, Y/n.”

You continued, "We’re literally at our prime right now, and I’m really proud of what you achieved. I truly am. I just don’t think that I’m the right person for you anymore.”

Silence, but not the awkward kind. Jack respected your decision. "I get it, our schedules can get packed like right now. Either way, I’d still be proud of you for what you've done to your fans and to my music as well. Thank yo-“

You interrupted him, "Jack, this is not a farewell."

"I still mean everything that I said earlier. I’m so glad that I met you, Y/n.”

“Thank you, and thank you for understanding where I’m coming from, Jack.”

-

After two years of dating, you and Jack officially broke up. It went smoothly like you planned, and you are now friends with Jack.

Things were going to be different, of course. Looking at the schedules, it was going to be a long year, starting with summer. It begins, a summer without Jack, a summer without you.

[dreamwritesimagines]

So I just read enamored and I NEED all the girls from both garden of secrets and enamored to be besties they would be unstoppable! Like, CeCe would be the brains of the operation, Cherie would be the chaotic one but would always remind them all of their worth and to never settle for less, Clover would be the stoic bodyguard type so no one would mess with them, and Charlotte would be the optimistic one but who has the most emotional intelligence and is able to read emotions very well. And omg I just realized all of their names start with C! It's meant to be!

And I know it wouldn't be possible cause both Cherie and Charlotte are both Anthony's love interest, but I have a solution to that. Charlotte and Hugh (this breaks my Lothany heart, but hear me out) fall in love with each other. She would so just surprise him and one day it would just hit him that he's in love with Charlotte. And I know he said he doesn't want a marriage but if anyone can break him of that vow it would be sunshine personified! (Am I projecting my own love of Hugh onto him and Charlotte, yes. Am I gonna apologize for it, absolutely not!) And she would be such a great addition to their family like I can totally see her bonding with his sisters and just being such a great listener and influence on them! And because Hugh was so protective of his family, he falls more for her when he sees that she treats them with nothing but kindness!

And we know he would treat her right! (Anthony's a hot mess in Enamored and Charlotte deserves better than that lol) Also, I just realized that both Hugh and Clover came from abusive households, Charlotte is just a breath of fresh air and positivity who gives them all the love they missed out on growing up and I think that's beautiful. She's like a magnet for finding abandoned puppies and giving them a loving home❤️.

ok idk why I did that to myself, now I'm shipping Hugh and Charlotte help!

DARLING HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A GENIUS, HOW!? 😱😍

I have so many ideas about this omg thank you so much! ❤️ This is amazing! ❤️

First of all, they would be such good friends and an unstoppable friend group for sure 😍

Secondly, Charlotte and Hugh?! YES! YES PLEASE! 😍

Okay so my instant headcanon (yes I already have headcanons for them) is that Clover introduced them but Cherie instantly saw the potential love between them, and the next time she threw a ball, she made sure both Charlotte and Hugh were there and kind of made sure to mention some unpleasant lord was planning on asking Charlotte for a dance which made Hugh ask her before that guy could 😂 So Anthony would totally notice the gleam in her eyes and follow her line of sight and go like,

"Darling?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Please tell me you didn't throw an actual ball just so that you could matchmake those two."

"Of course I threw a ball to do that, Anthony!"

"Jesus-"

"Look at them! Look!"

"I am looking."

"They belong together!"

"They're just dancing."

"That's how it starts, I know they are meant to be. I told you the same about Cece and Elias and you didn't believe me, and look where we are."

"Alright but-"

"I also told you Benedict met the love of his love when those two first met, and you said and I quote, 'that's impossible darling', and what happened? They're so in love now."

"I still have no idea how that happened to be honest."

"You know how much I hate I told you so-"

"Do you? I think you love it."

"Maybe. But I told you so and I am telling you so now."

"Fine but we have a deal, you said three couples only this season."

"They're my third couple!"

"You're finished then? This early on?"

"...Well, if two people are meant to fall in love and be together, I cannot possibly stand in the way of fate, can I?"

Also also, Hugh would adore Charlotte for sure! 😍 Like, he would so play it cool but Cece would see right through it, and eventually Hugh would go like,

"So your friend, Miss Harlowe."

"Yes?"

"She's uh...she's lovely."

"That she is."

"What is it with Benedict and her? Is she heartbroken like people say?"

"She and Benedict have been friends forever, that is all."

"So she's not-she's not in love with him?"

"Not at all."

"Oh. Good."

"Why?"

"Hm?"

"Why is it good?"

"Uh...no reason at all. She's cute and deserves better than a broken heart, that's why."

[segredosjogados]

Ce n'est pas - Oscar's night

Story: Jack seemed to have forgotten the biggest night of your life: the Oscars 2022, where your movie was nominated twice.  Ps: my character is a black female. Like always.  ps2: I assumed his last concert in South America was on Saturday, not Friday, so the timeline works for the story.

You looked at your phone, disappointed. Not even a message from Jack. Not a 'good luck, tonight' or 'I'm rooting for you'. Nothing. The entire weekend he hasn't spoken a word to you. 

You knew he was busy with the performances in South America but you made sure to support him from afar before every concert. You reposted videos from fans, even managed to watch the Chile performance online. 

But tonight, the biggest night of you life he seemed to vanish. As you were getting ready to step in your custom-made Versace dress, you tried to help the tears from forming. You were so beautiful, it was like never before. The makeup was perfect, the jewelry, everything. You looked stunning and knew the talk of the night would be about your dress, your body and possibly, your Oscar's win. 

Your hands were sweating while you were checking your phone consistently. Your manager was already worried with you because it was supposed to be the best night of your life. Yet, your face showed sadness. 

"(Y/F/N) you look amazing!" the stylist said. You managed to smile. It was time to show the confidence only you had. 

Being the youngest director ever to be nominated for an Oscar was something.  You directed an entire black-cast-production movie that was nominated for Best Picture and Best Original Screenplay. Could you imagine that? It was the biggest night of your life. But you wanted to share with someone you met that shook your world. He was so lovely and tender with you most of the times. But so oblivious of your success sometimes. 

Time to hit the red carpet. 

You walked out of the hotel. Lots of people were outside. Many photographers, people screaming your name. Being young, you had a legion of fans that admired your work and your political position. Also, the looks were a plus. You were a model, tall, body-ody-ody, Versace venues, Bvlgari campaigns, booked and busy. 

You posed for many pictures before getting interviewed, first for E! News. 

"We are here with (Y/F/N), the youngest director ever to be nominated for an Oscars! How are you feeling?" the woman asked. 

"I feel amazing, girl, it's the best night ever." you said with the brightest smile. 

"And we know new projects are coming!" the woman kept going. 

"Yes, I have so many things going on, I cannot tell you guys right now, but you'll see the unexpected, I'm so excited." you finished. 

"And, where's your baby boo, Jack Harlow? We know he's going to star in his first movie ever..."

"Yeah, sure, I hope he does great, you know, such a star he is" you said not even believing your words. But you wanted to say I want him to go away from my life. 

The question hit you but you didn't let it hurt you. A new interview came. And another one. And it was time to enter the theater. From your cellphone, no Jack messages. At this time, you had already broken up with him. Not even Urban sent a message. The fuck. 

-----

When Zendaya hit the stage to announce 'Best Original Screenplay' your heart was racing like a horse. All the movie crew was with you. The actresses, the actors, the editing team, the stylists. 

"And the Oscars for 'Best Original Screenplay' goes to... Promises to compromise!!" Zendaya screamed and the theater stood up in applause for you. You stood up from your seat with tears in your eyes. That was unbelievable, yet you knew it. It was the one. The whole team came to hug you, you met colleagues on your way to the stage, many famous people hugged you. 

The walk to the stage was the happiest of your life. Jack's messages? Fuck them, there weren't any. Fuck him too. You stepped up on the stage, hugged Zendaya and picked the statuette. Your speech was amazing. You thanked the community, your family, your friends. But not Jack. 

When you went backstage to cool down, then go back to the audience, you saw a familiar face sitting on the couch on the corner. Nah. It was the only thing you thought. 

Wearing an all black suit with perfectly polished shoes, Jack was sitting on the couch with his phone in his hands spinning like a fidget spinner. He immediately stood up when he saw you. 

-to be continued