#we were driving home from my grandparents house

[devil-in-hiding]

i dunno what it is about twin paranormal, perhaps because they have caught shit on camera that even i, a believer, can not believe

and some of these spirits are MEAN and then some are so nice-

like when they go to the corn field and have been truing to talk to a native american woman who i swear is trying to protect them from whatever else is in that corn-

[raddest-laddest]

hey peeps, have a song :D

enjoy

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     October was always busy. It’s when the holidays started and it became busy. Minho didn’t have much to do in the autumn season but dreaded the impending stress. Office holiday parties that he only survived because of his wife and their daughter. His favorite two girls in his life. His eight-year-old seemed to always steal the show. Wanting to be the center of attention which he was okay with. Whatever she wanted, he’d do for her. 

     His wife managed all the conversations at parties while he stood by her side and occasionally butted it. He didn’t know what he would do without her, especially when he was stressed. 

     He used to take the stress of holiday planning out during sex but it was hard with an eight-year-old. It was few and far between now, usually when she had a sleepover with her friends or at her grandparents. 

     Minho sighed as he sat back in his office chair, tired of reading company emails, when his phone rang. ‘Wife💍❤️’

     He smiled and picked up the Facetime call, “Hey,”

     “Hey, babe. You okay?”

     “Yeah. Just work emails. What’s up?”

     “Soojin is spending the weekend with my parents.” His ears perked up at that

     “Any reason why you're telling me this?” Minho smiled as she giggled a bit.

     “No reason. Just keeping you up to date on our baby.” Y/n said

     “Hi Daddy!” he heard his daughter say before she afforded on the screen

     “Hi, baby.” Minho smiled

     “I’m spending the weekend with grandma and grampa!” the little girl happily told her dad.

     “What are you gonna do with them?”

     Minho spent the next few minutes listening to his daughter's plans for the weekend with her grandparents. Where they were going to go and do, etc. All until he heard her grandparents pick her up.

     “Bye Daddy! I love you!” Soojin said and blew him a kiss.

     “Bye, baby. Have fun this weekend.”

     “I will!” she said

     “I’ll call you right back,” Y/n told him before the couple said their I love you’s and she hung up. Minho sat in his chair and looked at the time. Fifteen more minutes and he was off. Then he could go home to his wife. 

     He picked up as soon as she called again. “You didn’t say it because she was in the room.” he pointed out.

     “Actually, she was running into the room because she heard her dad on the phone.” Y/n corrected him

     “Whatever,” Minho rolled his eyes, “But, we're good this weekend?”

     “Min, free use means whenever, wherever. You could tell me to come to the office when she’s at school or at a friend’s house.”

     “This telling me this now?”

     “It's been allowed for years. We used to meet up like that before her.”

     “I remember. Do you know how many times I yelled at my staff to let you in my office?”

     “Don't even get me started on that pick-me of a secretary. I was going to pull her hair out of her scalp every time I saw her.”

     “She was a temp they sent me. She annoyed the hell out of me every time she spoke.”

     “And ignore your wedding ring. And slut-shamed me in front of Soojin.”

     “I'm surprised you didn't do anything then.”

     “Because I had a toddler in my arms.”

     “I’m sure she got fired from that temp company.”

     “Good.”

     The two talked for a few more minutes before he hung up to drive home. Telling her he’d see her soon. Y/n smiled as he hung up. She hadn’t originally planned for her daughter to spend the weekend with her parents but they had called and asked if they could take her for the weekend and her daughter pleaded to go, so how could she say no? Now she had a weekend with her husband without their daughter around. 

     She didn’t have much to do around the house. She had her daughter clean up her toys before she left and she had done most of the cleaning earlier in the day. As well as doing the grocery shopping when her daughter was in school. She had a few minutes till she had to start dinner anyway but she was debating on just ordering in since she didn’t have to worry about their daughter and could have whatever they wanted. And if she knew her husband, she wasn’t going to have time to cook once he got home.

     She pulled up her food delivery app and found one of their favorite restaurants and put in their orders. She didn’t think the food would get here before her husband did but they still needed to eat. It was a gamble she was willing to take.

     She heard the front door open about ten minutes later then a “thank you.” Y/n looked over at her husband as he walked into the living room with their food delivery. “Ordered takeout?” Minho asked as he kissed her.

     “Didn’t feel like cooking since we don’t have a kid to feed,” Y/n told him before taking the bag from him and then walking to the kitchen. “How was work?”

     “Fine, same old stuff,” Minho sighed as he set his bag on the counter.

     “Go sit down then. I’ll bring over the food.”

     “And let you do all the work?”

     “I’m a housewife for a reason.” Y/n gently pushed him toward the living room again just for him to grab her wrists and pull her into his chest.

     “And we don’t have a kid this weekend,” Minho smiled

     “No, but I still have a husband to take care of,” Y/n told him

     “I’m sorry, who took care of who when we got together?” Minho questioned

     “Okay but now it’s my turn,” Y/n argued back

     Minho gave her one more kiss before going into their room and getting out of his suit. Taking a quick shower, threw on some sweats and a T-shirt, and came back to his wife. The two settled in for the night with their food, a couple of glasses of wine, and their recent TV show binge. Just relaxing before heading up to bed.

     Minho brushed his teeth while his wife took a quick shower and got into her pajamas before they crawled into bed. The cats joined them on the bed once the lights were turned off. Though they were gone in the morning. He looked over at his wife and smiled at her sleeping form. It was rare that they got mornings like this now. So he was going to take advantage of it. 

     He cuddled into her and kissed her shoulder as his hand held her hip. Then he realized there wasn’t fabric underneath the nightgown. He peeled back the covers and lifted up her gown. Proving himself correct. He smiled as he laid the fabric over her ass and repositioned her leg, rubbing his fingers between her folds, finding them already slightly wet. 

     The businessman pulled his fingers away and then pulled down his sweats just enough to get his dick out. His morning erection was ready to go as he slowly pushed into her cunt. Hearing her moans while she still slept. His hands went to her chest, pulling the fabric down and exposing her breasts to him. He cupped them in his hands and slowly started thrusting in and out of her.

     “Min,” Y/n moaned, slowly waking up as his thrusting sped up

     “Planning on telling me you went to bed without any panties on? Hoping I just notice?” He asked

     “You did,” Y/n groaned

     “You’re right baby. I did,” Minho nipped at her shoulder before pulling out and fully turning her on her stomach. Y/n yelped a bit as he pushed himself back into her and pushed his sweats down more. Going right back to thrusting into her and intertwining their fingers together. His hips snapped into her ass, drawing his eyes to the fat and watching it bounce a bit. “Naughty girl.” he chuckled as he took a hand and brought it down on the skin.

     “Min!” Y/n yelped

     “Get to make you as loud as I want now. Got no one to wake up if we get too loud,” Minho laughed, watching her bury her face in the pillow.

     He laid against her back and got his free hand under her, pulling her head up and gripping her next, “But you like when you’re forced to be quiet. How many office Christmas parties did we sneak away from just to fuck in my office or a bathroom?”

     “A lot.” Y/n choked out

     “Probably the best Christmas parties I’ve been to,” Minho kissed her shoulder as she squeezed around him. “Horny girl already going to cum? Did you have a nice dream about me fucking you last night? That why you were wet this morning?”

     He watched as she nodded. He kept up with his pace as her walls pulsed around him. He squeezed her neck just a little tighter and that brought on the floodgates. Her walls squeezed him tight, pulling him in, as she rode her high. Minho kept going through it and released her neck, letting her catch her breath as his high overcame him. Cursing as he pumped his cum into her like he was trying to get her pregnant again.

     Once he was sure he had finished, he pulled out and rolled his wife over, pecking her lips and finally saying good morning to her.

     “Should wake me up like that more often,” Y/n giggled

     “I’ll remember that next time I get a hard-on in the middle of the night.” Minho laughed with her.

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dancing in the dark | mick schumacher

summary: after her team gets totally ripped apart in court, yn returns home and changes into some comfy clothes, content to lounge on the couch for the rest of the evening. however, that flannel shirt drives mick crazy, and he has other plans

pairing: mick schumacher x law clerk!girlfriend! reader

warnings: 18+ content, cutesy smut, (seriously this smut should feel horny and like a warm hug at the same time), mick says some funny things. the lawyer referenced is mickey haller from 'the lincoln lawyer' because i fucking said so. (i literally just realized what i've done giving her boss and her lover the same name lmao i dont know any other tv lawyers so this stands and im making it part of the plot) it’s actually shorter and a lil less graphic than originally intended dont shot the messenger

court was rarely ever pretty, but usually yn could leave a courtroom feeling like she did the best she could.

not today. she was shaky as she left the courtroom, even after mickey haller, the lawyer that she worked for, assured her that she'd done nothing wrong.

"that was my mistake, not yours." he had insisted. "everything you put in that document i told you to. lorna and i checked it three times before i filed it."

of course, that did nothing to make her feel better as she drove back home, taking the rest of the afternoon off. mickey had insisted, which usually meant he had something to work on that he didn't want any help on.

when she pulled into her driveway, she dragged herself out of the small car, and into her empty house. mick was still out, presumably with the dog. he had training this morning, and then a meeting in the afternoon, so he had likely taken angie to his mothers.

still feeling off, she stripped out of her court clothes, donning her fuzzy socks and a plaid flannel top. she let her hair down from its tight bun, gently massaging her scalp before heading to the kitchen to make a mug of hot chocolate.

the file was still in her bag, along with a red-marked copy of the form that had been misfiled. the entire trial had to be postponed, so the haller camp was likely the most hated set of people in that courtroom.

she turned the kitchen radio on, a habit she had picked up from her grandparents. her grandfather loved seventies music, so there was always some don mclean or dolly parton playing in his house when she grew up. she herself preferred the eighties: inxs, springsteen, blondie, benatar.

she heard the front door open, followed by the sound of mick's duffel bag hitting the floor. she listened to his footsteps, and it was soon enough that she felt his arms wrapping around her waist.

"i thought you were in court today?" he mumbled, kissing her shoulder softly. she could smell his cologne, a musky and earthy scent. something inexpensive, for he saved the dior for special occasions.

"we got absolutely destroyed this morning over a misfield document with the courts, so mickey sent us all home to regroup."

truth be told, it was days like this one that had yn questioning why she'd even started this job in the first place. lately she'd had more bad days than good ones, but lorna had assured her that it would pass.

"you know what the great thing about being alive is?" mick said softly, taking her by the hand and gently spinning her to face him. "you can always try again tomorrow. nine times out of ten, there is always a second chance."

"i know you're right. i just feel guilty since i was the one who drafted the document." it didn't matter that mickey checked it and lorna filed it. she was the one who drafted it, so the error was hers.

"your lawyer checked it over, right? and he didn't see anything wrong with it?"

"yeah but-"

'no buts. i refuse to see my brilliant girlfriend be down on herself for something that isn't her fault."

she was about to protest again when mick swayed their bodies into a dance, slightly out of tune with the springsteen song that was playing from the corner. 'dancing in the dark'. it was their song. she smiled despite herself, laughing along and joining in with the dance. mick twirled her around the kitchen twice before hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her into the air. she laughed in surprise, gripping his shoulder as he carried her over to the couch.

she giggled as he dropped her onto the couch, climbing over her and planting himself between her thighs. mick leaned in to kiss her, his lips soft against hers. she smiled into the kiss, exhaling softly as she unconsciously bucked against his crotch.

“you know this shirt drives me crazy, right?”

“this one?” she pursed her lips. “it’s almost a decade old. it’s the oldest shirt in my closet.”

mick grinned, strands of blonde hair falling into his eyes as he nuzzled his cold nose into the skin between her boobs. “you’re like a sexy lumberjack.”

she laughed as mick kissed over the flannel on her shirt, slowly making his way down to her exposed hip where the shirt had ridden up when he placed her on the couch. "what does that even mean?"

he pressed his nose against hers, her slender legs wrapping around his toned body. "hey, pretty girl. what can i do? how can i make you feel better?"

"mhm, i think i have an idea." she smiled shyly, running a finger down his chest.

"does it involve you screaming my name in pleasure?"

"why yes, i think it does."

laughing, mick kissed her again, gently nipping at her lip before he pulled her into his arms, her legs securely wrapped around his torso. he carried her to their shared bedroom, placing her at the edge of the bed before sinking to his knees on the plush carpet.

he pulled his white t-shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere across the room as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, gently kissing up and down the expanse of her leg.

the sight of mick between her legs never failed to give her butterflies. he never hesitated to get on his knees for her, no matter how sore they may be in the morning. she never even had to ask. mick always seemed to know just what she needed.

her chest was filled with love as mick kissed, licked and sucked his way across her inner thigh. he was her sweet boy, her love. mick thought that she was an angel on earth, and had even made the cheesy 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' joke the first night that they spent together.

he tongued at her wet core through the black cotton of her panties, eliciting a gentle gasp from the woman above him.

"you liked that, sweet girl? did that feel good?"

"yeah." she breathed, shifting on the bed, arousal jolting through her body. "i want you, mickie."

"it's so weird that you call me that when the guy you work for is also named mickey."

"it's spelt different."

"same difference." he laughed, pinching her thigh gently.

"i guarantee you that i'm not thinking about my boss right now, mick."

mick laughed, his warm hands traversing her thighs, up to her ass, and pulling her closer to his face. "raise your hips, honey pie. let's get those pesky panties off of you."

across from her, a large round mirror sat on top of the white ikea dresser, and she couldn't decide what was more erotic: the reflection of her blushing, panting face and the back of mick's head between her thighs, or looking down and seeing the look of lust and adoration in mick's eyes as he slid her calvins down her legs.

making eye contact with her lover, she teasingly began to undo the buttons on her flannel, letting the fabric fall away and expose her naked curved body to the man on his knees in front of her.

“you fucking undo me, baby.” mick said, voice husky as he visibly held back a moan. “so pretty just for me. I don’t deserve it.”

he gently ran a hand up and down her thigh as she used her legs to draw him closer to her core, the heat radiating off her skin and warming his.

he kissed her core gently, smiling at the soft sigh he drew from his lover before he began to lick at her slit, juices running down his tongue and around his lips.

“holy fuck.” she exhaled, throwing her head back.

if she looked in the mirror, she’d be able to see micks shoulder blades rippling under his skin every time he pushed himself closer to where she needed him most.

“yeah, you needed this, didn’t you? needed me to help you feel better? that’s what I’m here for baby, you don’t even gotta ask.”

there was reverence contained in every lick, every nuzzle. every time his nose bumped her clit. every gasp and moan she let out spurred him on, encouraging him further as he continued to make out with her pussy.

“fucking hell, mick. that feels so good.” she moaned, rutting against his lips. “oh, god!”

“atta girl.” mick encouraged, snaking his arms around her waist. “just use me to feel good, baby.”

she was flush against his face now, practically grinding herself against his tongue. she chanced a look down, moaning at the look of sheer lust in micks eyes as he met hers, his long pink tongue licking at her opening, face practically covered in her juices.

“mick, oh my god!” she squealed, thighs closing in around his face, fingers twisted up in the duvet as she tried to stay upright.

she came with a scream, arms threatening to give out beneath her as mick continued to work her to the edge, never giving up his relentless pace

“that’s my girl. come on, give it to me. I know you can, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

she slumped backwards, allowing the duvet to pillow around her as she felt her legs go week. her hands moved to ruffle micks hair, a lazy smile on her face. he continued to kiss her thighs as she lay there to recover, listening for every breath, every soft sigh.

“how’re you feeling?” his voice was soft as he crept up the bed, gently hovering over her body. he laced one hand with hers, his nose running along her cheek.

“absolutely fantastic. you always know how to make me feel good.”

when he kissed her, she could taste traces of herself on his lips. in the beginning, she’d felt so awkward about tasting it. now? now it just served as another reminder of how much mick loved her. a reminder that he enjoyed pleasuring her.

“can you taste how sweet you are?” he hummed, kissing her softly again. “just like heaven, princess.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah, pretty girl. I’m pretty sure heaven is right between those thighs of yours.” there was a sparkle in his blue eyes, and a cheeky grin on his lips. “you know, you’re more than just pretty. you’re fucking smart too. I wish I could be half as smart as you are. do you think that if I slipped my cock into you right now, I could absorb some of that knowledge like through osmosis or whatever?”

she grinned stupidly at the sheer absurdity of the question. once you got him in the bedroom, mick schumacher had no filter whatsoever.

“wanna try it and find out?”

mick drew back, undoing the top button on his levis while she sat up just enough to toss her flannel aside and move up the bed. she slipped a small throw pillow underneath her hips when the lay back down, sweaty hair brushed behind her ears. mick clambered up the bed to join her, large hands reaching to the knob on the bedside drawer for a condom.

he slid inside her with ease, buried to the hilt as he kissed her forehead gently. she squirmed underneath him, gently rutting her hips into his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

his thrusts were gentle, yet still deep as he drew one of her legs up and around his waist, her arms coming to link around his neck as she pulled him close. he was a gentle lover, a passionate one. he believed in taking his time to make his partner feel good.

“my god, babe, you feel so fucking good. so good for me.” he groaned down her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. “taking my cock so well.”

hands on his shoulders, she could feel his muscles rippling and undulating under her dainty hands, french nails leaving small scratches along his tanned skin.

“oh, just like that.”

the pace was slow and comforting, sensual and erotic as mick somehow managed to make every thrust feel like his cock was going deeper, deeper, deeper.

“eyes on me, honey pie. I wanna see that pretty face of yours.” mick encouraged, seeing her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, cheek resting against the pillow. “where’s my sexy model girlfriend?”

a smile crossed her features, a moan escaping her throat as mick brushed against her spongy walls. she turned her head slightly, staring right up at his goofy smile and sweaty face.

he leaned down to kiss her, moaning into her mouth before slipping his tongue in and touching it against hers.

his hands travelled up and down her body, over all of her curves. over her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispered, kissing her softly. “I love you.”

“mick,” she moaned softly. “faster.”

he smirked, snapping his hips quickly against hers. “how’s this, baby? you close?”

“yeah.” she whined. “think so.”

she curled her legs tighter around him, trying to pull mick closer and closer to her, trying to take him deeper and deeper. his breath was heavy on her neck as he left open mouthed kisses in his wake. one of his hands came down and over her waist, thumb rubbing gently at her sensitive clit. she moaned out a small curse, nails digging into his back.

“please.” she panted “don’t stop.”

his free hand desperately clenched around the sage green duvet, his grip white-knuckled. her walls contracted around his cock, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. he swore in german, his hips faltering as he tried to keep his composure.

“give it to me baby, come on, I know you can. keep taking my cock. fucking shit, baby, I’m not gonna last.”

“mick!” she screamed, back arching, skin pressing against his, walls contracting around his thick dick.

her nails were digging into his back, her face flushed and facing away from him as she came. at this angle, he was happy to lean over and press gentle kisses to her face, softly whispering praise and encouragement as he continued to work himself to the edge.

his hips stuttered, cock twitching as he spilled into the condom, body shaking as he lowered himself to rest beside his lover. he had yet to pull out, their legs still locked together. her skin was warm as he pulled her into his arms, swollen lips leaving kisses against her sweaty hair and her fingertips drew shapes against the bare skin of his chest.

out in the kitchen, he could faintly hear the radio. it had long since changed from springsteen, now playing the dulcet tones of paul hewson and u2.

he knew he should get up. he at least needed to take the condom off. maybe pull a blanket over their bodies.

but having her in his arms was a type of heaven within itself. her scent overwhelming his senses, her touch comforting over his flushed skin.

he needed her beside him like he needed oxygen to breathe.

“mick,” she mumbled, head still resting against his chest. “I need to go to the bathroom, and you’ve still got most of your lower body weight on me.”

he grinned sheepishly as he disentangled himself from her, watching from the bed as she strode to the closet, pulling a silken robe around her lithe frame.

he was so in love. he hoped this would be his forever.

[megamett44-lover]

can you do the reader seeing matt with a little kid (around 5 or 6) and getting some crazy baby fever? thank youu <3

UGH I LOVE THIS

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: In which Y/n brings Matt to her family reunion

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

Dress Up

Bringing Matt home with me for my annual family reunion was insisted upon by my parents. My whole family absolutely adored him, always asking me to bring him around more. Hence why now, here we were, about a ten minute drive away from my grandparents home, where everyone would be meeting.

Having never met my extended family before, it was understandable for Matt to be nervous. He held my hand as he drove, lightly brushing his thumb over my knuckles every few seconds.

“You okay?” I ask, squeezing his hand lightly.

He looks over at me, trying to hide his nervous expression. “All good.” He says.

I nod, turning my attention back to the road. “You don’t have to stress, everyone is gonna love you.”

He chuckles. “If I can win your dad over, I’m sure I can do anything.”

I roll my eyes. “Please.” I say. “You never had to win him over. He was practically calling you ‘son’ before he even met you.”

“Right.” Matt laughs.

Siri breaks our conversation, telling us to turn left and our destination would be on the right. As we pulled into my grandparents drive way, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The long gravel path leading to an old white plantation house surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. I had helped my grandmother plant different flowers in her garden for many Summers when I was younger. The neatly trimmed hedges wrapping around the edge of the porch that my grandfather always insisted on keeping up himself because “nobody else could do the job right.”

I noticed many other cars parked out front, indicating a lot of my family members were already here. As we parked, I kissed the back of Matt’s hand. “Ready!” I asked.

“For sure.” Matt smiled.

As we walked onto the porch, the sound of laughter could be heard from inside. We didn’t even have a chance to knock before my grandmother opened the door.

“My Y/n!” She said, embracing me. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Hi, Gran.” I say, returning her hug.

As we pulled away, she noticed Matt beside me.

“Now this must be the young man I’ve heard so much about.” She smiles at Matt.

“All good things, I hope.” Matt chuckles nervously.

I laugh. “Gran, this is my boyfriend, Matt.”

“Pleasure to meet you dear.” My grandmother says, embracing Matt as well. Pulling away, she smiles at us both. “Well come on, everyone has been asking for you.”

Walking instep with my grandmother and Matt slightly ahead, she leans in and whispers softly. “He’s handsome!”

“Oh, Gran!” I laugh.

“I’m serious!” She says. “If I was only 60 years younger, I’d give you a run for your money.”

As we walked into the crowded parlor, we were greeted by a chorus of “Hey” and “Welcome home”. A lot of family come up to me, since the last time I had seen most of them I was young. Most of them were eager to meet Matt, having heard I was dating a “famous Los Angeles boy”.

Excusing myself for a moment, I go grab a couple waters for Matt and I from the kitchen.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” My aunt says, seeing me enter. Her and a collection of other family members were working on tonight’s dinner, the smell immediately making me hungry.

“Smells great in here.” I compliment, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Thanks!” She beams at me. “Oh, your cousins are around here looking for you. They wouldn’t stop talking about how excited they were to see you.”

I laugh. “I’ll keep a look out for them.”

My aunt and uncle had two twin girls, Charlotte and Katherine. They had just turned six and they were adorable. I had spent a lot of my youth babysitting them, resulting in me having an older sister relationship with the girls.

Walking back to the parlor, I notice most of the family had gone to the back yard. Scanning the yard, I cannot seem to see Matt anywhere. I grab my phone to text him, but then I hear giggling coming from down the hall followed by a deeper laugh that I recognize to be Matt’s.

Walking down the hall, I notice the light in the playroom is on. I hear a few voices coming from inside.

“We’re going to make you look so pretty.” I hear a young voice that I recognize to be Katherine’s says.

“Oh, really?” Matt asks.

“Yes!” Charlotte assures. “Y/n is going to love it!”

I peek in the doorway to the playroom to see Matt sat on the floor, with my cousins braiding his hair. I notice he has a few hair bows in, along with a feather boa around his neck.

I giggle softly, watching my cousins give him a makeover.

“Can we paint your nails?” Charlotte eagerly asks.

Matt looks down at his nails, the old paint peeling off of them.

“I think I’m in need of a manicure, so sure!” Matt agrees.

“Kat, grab the princess stickers and pink polish!” Charlotte demands.

Hearing this, I accidentally laugh too loud, giving my position away. All three of their heads whip in my direction.

“Y/N!” Charlotte and Katherine say in unison, running up and hugging my legs.

“Hi, girls.” I say, bending down to hug them. “I see you’ve stolen my boyfriend.”

“Don’t you think he looks pretty?” Katherine asks, motioning towards Matt.

“I think he looks gorgeous.” I say, making eye contact with Matt, who chuckles softly.

“We were going to paint his nails, do you wanna help?” Charlotte asks.

“Of course!” I say, eagerly.

“Yay!” Both girls say in unison.

Sitting down, we begin painting Matt’s nails a bright shade of pink, complete with princess stickers on every other finger. When we were finished, we slowly walk Matt over to the mirror to check out his new look.

“I look awesome!” Matt says, bending down to the girls level. “Thank you, girls.” He opens his arms for a hug, as both girls practically tackle him.

I smile softly, my heart warming at the sight.

“I think next time, we should bring our princess dress for you to wear.” Katherine says.

Matt laughs. “I think that would be amazing.”

“Yeah, but we have to bring the Cinderella dress.” Charlotte says. Katherine raises a puzzled eyebrow. “To match his eyes, duh!”

“What do you think, Y/n?” Charlotte asks.

“I think he would make a beautiful Cinderella.” I smile, causing Matt and the girls to laugh.

A loud voice interrupts our laughter from the kitchen.

“Girls, dinner!” I hear my Uncle call.

“Our dad wants us!” Katherine tells Matt. “But we’ll finish this makeover another day.”

“I’ll be counting on it.” Matt winks, ruffling her hair.

The girls laugh as they run down the hall to the kitchen. I look at Matt, who’s covered in glitter from the feather boa.

“I’ll be their Cinderalla, as long as I’m your Prince Charming.” Matt says, pulling the boa off.

I laugh. “God, you’re cheesy.” I grab his hands, looking at the pink artwork on his fingernails. “I can’t wait to have this life with you one day.”

He pulls me into a hug, covering me in glitter. “I promise, one day, we’ll have all of this.” He says. “Every day.”

I lean back, grabbing one of the braided strands of hair. “I’m really digging these braids, though.”

“Yeah?” Matt laughs.

“Yeah.” I smile, pressing a small kiss on his lips.

“Now c’mon, I’m starving!” I say, leading him to the kitchen.

Matt stops on his tracks. “What, dressed like this?” He asks.

I smirk. “What, you embarrassed?”

“Never.” He replies, putting his boa back on before we exit the playroom.

[terrible-eel]

I may be too stressed to articulate this clearly but I am going to try.

While Hawai'i and Maui are trending I'm going to share this link. Its a FAQ about Hawai'i's statehood and the situation Hawai'i is in at the moment. There are people who want to be part of the U.S in Hawai'i and there are people who don't, but the people of Hawai'i were never, at any point, given an option to choose.

If you want to help Hawai'i and it's people but can't donate, spread this word. Help educate people. Make Hawai'i as the tropical paradise be replaced with the sovereign nation stolen by the u.s.

It is subtropical, meaning it is much more vulnerable to arid climates caused by climate change.

It has been systematically stripped of its native food harvesting practices and any ability to farm and self sustain. It has been systematically stripped of its previous industries. Maui used to export milk and cattle. That's all been taken away.

The islands since the 1800s were exploited as plantations, burning sugar cane and growing pineapples which are not native, diverting the water and depleting the water table.

Lahaina burned because of these practices. Because the native people were no longer allowed to govern their lands.

We as local people know that tourism is bad because this systematic destruction has happened in living memory. Within my grandparent's lifetimes, within my lifetime. I have watched this island crumble at the hands of mainland startups, hoping to take people on whale watching tours that cut the whales with their boats while people aren't allowed to have a ferry between islands. People create ziplines and tours through lands that used to belong to local people for farming and cattle. Now they're bought out for photos and hikes the local people can never afford. Hundreds of jobs have been lost in the past thirty years. Mass migrations to the mainland have been made by local people, myself included because we can no longer afford to stay on the island where we were born. Working three jobs is not enough to cover the rent because the houses are bought up by mainland people who then turn these houses into vacation rentals and charge hundreds a night. Right now these very homes are being paid for by the government so that Lahaina people have somewhere to stay and it's costing the state millions that people in the mainland are reeping.

People ask why tourism is bad. Because there are people alive today on Maui that have watched the foreign industries destroy everything. Because people alive today know what used to be and knew how to take care of the ecosystem so that this kind of calamity didn't happen. Lahaina was not just fertile. They had canals and waterways. Rivers that they would drive boats through to go from one part of town to another. It was more like Venice than this desert you see in pictures.

And do your own research. The information is out there. There are two Hawai'i's. The one you see as a tourist, and the REAL one. The one we need to protect.

Let Hawaiians have their land back. Let them restore the water to the land so we can prevent further catastrophe. Tell people about REAL Hawaii.

[homunculus-argument]

A story of how this one guy's dog almost got killed by a whistling weiner:

The difference between a great story and mediocre one is all about presentation. Today I was reminded of the time when I was around 7-8 years old, and me and a handful of my cousins were at our grandparents' house when one of grandpa's hunting buddies came to visit. Drinking his coffee with a flock of curious small kids cautiously staring at him, this guy decided to amuse himself by telling us a story of the time his dog almost got killed by a sausage. A whistling sausage.

Knowing the local peoples' sense of humour, I figured that this guy is just doing a bit, even when he swore that this story is completely true. And as we giggled and kept insisting that he's talking fairytales, he reassured us again, it was true, grandpa was there. And we looked at our grandfater who was smiling, clearly seeing where this is going, and nodded very slowly. And our grandfather wasn't the type of a guy to tell stories, he rarely said three words in a row and certainly didn't waste them on nonsense. And he, an honest man, had just verified that he was there to witness this.

They had been on a hunting trip, I think it was 5 men altogether, with their dogs. It was that time of the year when people argue whether it's very late autumn or very early winter. Stinging cold, nonetheless. Taking a break before heading home, the hunters made a fire at a spot next to a lake, observing that the lake already had a thin crust of ice over it. If it wasn't already winter, it sure would be soon.

Now this is where the sausage comes in. Innocuously in the same package as its peers, indistinguishable from the others. Warming up by the fire, with their dogs gathered around them - sitting, sleeping, or begging, each according to their own nature - the men cooked their sausages, drinking coffee and talking jovially amongst themselves about whatever hunters do on pauses like that. The man telling the story had his best dog with him, he mentioned her by name, and at the time, she was still quite young but definitely promising, and was sleeping curled up beside his feet.

And then, the sausage he was cooking whistled. The way that they sometimes do as you heat them up on a fire, but somehow the whistling of this one was abnormally loud and high-pitched, and comically long, going

PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

This scared the shit out of this guy's dog. Born and bred to chase moose and corner bears, and accustomed to the sounds of gunfire, this dog was startled fuckless by the sound of this whistling weiner. Snapping from dead sleep to her feet, she bolted. To the lake. And right through the ice.

At this point I would like to stress that while everyone who loves their dogs would go to great lengths to save them, these hunting dogs are a treasure to their hunters. I don't know what a good dog would even cost if you could convince a hunter to sell one, but my grandfather's best dog had a grander funeral than my father did. They are a big deal. So it was rescue mission time.

The guy telling the story went into much greater detail about what a huge ordeal getting that bitch out of the ice was than I will here, but it was certainly a hassle. By the time the dog was out of the water, two men were soaked to their waists with icy water and the dog was wet all the way through. Two of their cars were started and kept idling with full heat blasting to warm and dry the two men and one dog while the other three men tried their best to thaw and dry the men's pants, laughing about how the guys would even start explaining their wives why they had to drive home literally ass naked.

And to express her gratitude for being saved from a certain and icy death, the hunting dog in question pissed on a car seat.

And that was the story of how this guy's dog was almost killed by a whistling weiner.

[starry-hughes]

fake holiday date (luke hughes)

day 16 of star’s ficmas

luke hughes x reader

Luke hadn’t heard from you since he left for Tampa. When he left for Tampa for the Frozen Four, he decided to break up with you. It was a hard decision but he didn’t want it hard on you. But he was coming home to Michigan for the holidays and he got a text from you.

“I need help.”

Luke Hughes was still in love with you. He immediately called upon seeing your text. “Hello?” you answered. Your stomach was a pit of nerves. Even though you texted him, you still felt sick when he called. “Are you okay?” he panicked. “I need a date.”

He should have hung up but you were scrambling words together. “Luke, wait, please hear me out. I kinda never told my family we ended things, and they are expecting you at Christmas. Please, just like two hours.”

Luke was silent. He didn’t know what to say. You were still telling your family he was still your boyfriend? “Two hours. Just two hours,” Luke mumbled.

Luke and you were a good couple. Envied by friends, called mom and dad by his roommates, always together. You loved Luke and he loved you, it was the right person at the wrong time. Luke was your first love, the first boy you brought home.

He sat outside your house, in his car, wearing a red sweater. He told his parents and brothers he was seeing his friends. He texted you a simple “here.”

You exited the house and Luke sucked in a breath. You were still beautiful. Luke walked up, a secret gift folded in his pocket. “Thank you,” you whispered and leaned up and kissed his cheek. You pulled him into the house and he was met with the familiar warmth of your house. Memories of him and you on the couch watching movies or eating dinners with your family.

“Luke!” your mother greeted, wiping her hands on her apron. “Honey it’s been so long, I’m so sad (Y/N) didn’t bring you by the whole summer, she said you were training but was always seeing you.” Luke nodded and smiled. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around, missed you guys,” Luke lied.

You had coached Luke, saying he was so busy with training and that you still saw him over the summer, saying that you even went with the boys to see the game in Detroit. “How’s the season going?” your dad questioned. Your parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents, and you and Luke eventually sat at the table for dinner.

Luke didn’t need to do it, but he placed his hand on your thigh, the two of you were a perfect couple. Your family all bought the act. After dinner, Luke even helped clean up before you dragged him up to your bedroom.

It was the same as the last time he saw it. Even your pictures of you and him still were hanging, probably to further your lie. Your stuffed animal sat on your bed and he smiled. “Thank you for coming, I didn’t think you’d actually answer my text.”

“I wanted to get away from Jack and Quinn anyway, they were annoying me,” Luke joked. “Why didn’t you ever tell your family?” Luke asked. You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I didn’t want to tell them, they were disappointed when I changed my major. I didn’t want to tell them I lost my boyfriend too.”

He frowned. “I haven't dated anyone since you. My parents just think I was with you during the summer but I was really just driving around town or window shopping at stores,” you admitted. Luke opened his mouth to say something but shut it when his phone buzzed. He had been gone for three hours, his brothers and parents were wondering where he had gone. “I have to go,” Luke swallowed.

You walked him out, watching with a smile as he bid everyone a goodbye and walked him out to his car. “I hope your family is well and Jersey treats you well,” you whispered. “Have a good Christmas (Y/N).”

If Luke and you were still dating, he would have kissed you. You would have seen his parents for Christmas, messed with Quinn and Jack, it would have been all fine. “Bye Luke.”

You snuck past your family, wanting to go cry in your room. You missed Luke. You entered your childhood bedroom, but there was something on your bed. It was a folded piece of paper, from Luke. You slowly unfolded it. A plane ticket to New Jersey.

[bbyvrtx]

Vance Hopper with a reader who has anger issues/Angry Crier (Totally not calling myself out) Warnings: Vance (He is a warning.. might be a red flag too-) Cursing (Lots of it) Blood/bruising, Reader's gender not specified, reader also has family issues, THERE IS NO GRABBER, readers parents not being home much, (Reader and Vance and anyone else mentioned from TBP are 17-18) Tell me if I missed any. Reader and Vance are stated to be close friends. ANGST. LOTS OF ANGST

Maybe friends to Enemies(?? You decide)

Some Information before reading: Vance and reader have a toxic relationship.

Today was any other normal day; if you count Vance shit talking Karens for looking at him weird, normal. Yeahh it was.

"Did you see the way the fuck-tard tried saying I hit her? I should've fuckin' hit'er with the way she was puttin' her finger in my face. Fucking shit face." Vance rambled on as he pulled out of the grocery-store parking lot. "Yeah.. It's fucking mint." I mumbled.

Vance offered to help me get my dad's grocery order he left written on a note that my dad left on the kitchen counter. Vance said it was just cause he wanted to drive his truck around, we both know it's cause he wanted to stay by me today.

Later that night I had called him, asking if his parents were home; they weren't. My parents had gotten into and argument, causing my mom to pack a few clothes for a week to go to my grandparents. I begged her to let me go with her, but she didn't have a say in it. My dad was all about 'Women are there to clean' 'Women can't do this, that and other'. It pissed me off.. it was wrong, what pissed me off more was that he didn't let me go with her, and I figured he would have at least stayed home.

I was wrong.

Very. Wrong.

While this all happened, I was getting home from Finney's place.

I explained what happened to Vance over the phone, he understood, considering we both have similar family issues. I told him I was gonna be home alone for a while, so he decided he was gonna come over.

"Key's are under the flower pot, Vanny"

"K. C'ya ina bit, idiot"

I hung the phone back up, walking around my living-room, picking up shattered glass, beer bottles, and dirty plates. My dad left the house in the middle of the night when I was at Finney's. "Asshole could have cleaned.." I muttered to myself. Not that it did any good. It only made me angrier.

I didn't normally get angry. At least not as bad as Vance- I mean yeah! Sure, I get angry, sometimes I won't admit it; I take it to far.

That's only if my buttons get pushed enough, Vance has never seen me angry... yet

"Hey, I knocked you idiot. You didn't open the damn door!" Vance said as he walked into me house. He made his way to where I was in the kitchen. "Hey, do you hear me? I'm talking to you!" He groaned, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him.

"Just shut the fuck up Vance. Shut up. All you fucking do is worry about your damn Pinball game, worry about if you beat your fucking score! You beat up kids cause you fucking feel like it, or feel like they owe you shit!" I huff, tears filling my water line as I stare him head in the face. All I saw was red.

"You don't fucking care about me, you fucking retard! You only come to me cause I'm the only fucker who will put up with your ass!" I yelled. Tears now streaming down my face. That's when he noticed my busted lip and bruised cheek.

He didn't say anything after what I yelled at him. As if he was a dog that chewed up someone's shoe and is now getting scolded for it.

'Did he hit you?" He mumbled. I roll my eyes and scoff. "No I hit the floor with my face." I stare at him. He huffed, shaking his head. I throw my hands in the air and let them fall. "Why do you answer the phone so quickly when I call, Vance?" I ask, eyes lowly lit from the dim kitchen ceiling light.

"What do you mean, [Y/N]?" he asked. I get close to him, nose inches from each other. "You wanna fuck me Vance? huh? Does it make you mad that I'm the only person that isn't all over you the second you walk through the door?" I hear him breath out harshly. "Answer me, Vance."

"Get the fuck out of my face, or I'll number you one harder than your dad did."

TO BE CONTINUED....

[derehono]

24.02.2022.

The day that changed my life forever.

24th of February 2022 should have been my usual day. No, not usual. A wonderful day. I should have been checked with a doctor, gave notice to teachers in high school of my absence, and then fly away on vacation, my parents wanted it so much.

On 23rd of February 2022 I felt happy. I had a secure, happy life, preparing to finals, hanging out with my friends, already having an offer from university.

Until 5AM 24.02.2022.

I had not a single class in my school since then.

I haven’t seen my friend group in 2 years.

I didn’t have my finals.

We did not have that vacation.

“Daughter, wake up. This old psychotic man attacked us. We are leaving.”

That was my first photo of the day, trying sarcastically keep myself normal. I remember that actual emptiness, reading my classmates texts about how their windows were shaking because of explosions, the sky was orange. They sent that video.

He called it “a special military operation”.

I collected random clothes, some hobby stuff just to keep my sanity, grabbed my pet, emptied my safety locker. I was scared that russians would intrude into our home and steal all my savings, so I throw away key to that lock. This key became my symbol of war, I have never found it even after return.

When I with my parents and pet got out of flat to car we heard for the very first time air raid siren. We would hear so many more of them, we would learn to differentiate them, but then we were confused.

It was my second photo. People were going away. Foot, cars, bicycles. I remember such a surreal picture. Some moms were carrying their toddlers, one woman was carrying a bucket of water with turtles, other people were carrying cages with parrots, with dogs, with cats, with exotic pets despite air raid siren, temperature, rain. Everyone was so confused and scared.

Few days later the road we were riding was occupied. Bridges destroyed. Factories burnt. Supermarkets demolished. Houses in ruins. Road in holes. On the side of the road burnt cars with “DO NOT TOUCH, POSSIBLY EXPLOSIVE”. That gut wrenching feeling seeing photos of dead bodies and recognising the place.

But back then it was still lively, not a road of death. I remember reading news then. First victims, first shelling. Invasion from East. Invasion from Kharkiv region. Invasion from Crimea. Invasion from Chernihiv. Invasion from Zhytomyr. And we were in Zhytomyr region at that moment. Explosions in Kyiv. The border was destroyed.

I felt nothing. Just emptiness.

This precious girl was keeping my head cool all the road. She was also scared and irritated, but she was so strong, such an amazing girl. I am so proud of her.

We were heading to my grandparents who lived closer to West Ukraine, so we would be safer. The road that takes usually just 4 hours but that time it took 13 hours. 13 hours of driving exhausted and nerved. We saw soldiers, trucks, jets, how barricades were built, signs were removed.

But we made it. We were lucky. Lucky to be alive, to have family alive and mostly close to West, further from russia. Even though, part of my extended family still was under occupation in Chernihiv region, suffering from such close border with belarus.

When we arrived, we were just silent. Then collected mattresses for shelter, asked grandpa to grab some patrol (we knew that they would definitely destroy reservoirs and literally next day the started doing that), and just fell asleep in something that we arrived in, being so scared.

That day I also cut ties with russian friend who I am shamed to admit having. He was proving me that this is just a military operation, no one would be harmed.

Then, arrived spring that I will never forget but at the same time never remember. I remember 10 people in one floor house. I remember the whistle of rocket that woke us up. I remember sirens. I remember news. I remember losing hope. I remember first photos after deoccupation of Kyiv region. I remember how forgotten friend of my dad suddenly called him saying that his city is fully destroyed, his neighbour right on his eyes was exploded attempting to get into the car and evacuate.

I remember my first mental breakdown. How I was crying in the darkness, but quietly so no one would notice.

We were able to return home three months later. But we are just lucky. Someone would never return. Someone is not even alive to see their home again. Someone’s home is forever destroyed.

I was lucky that I have secured my place at foreign university before war, but my whole family is still in Ukraine.

War is not over at all. 20% of Ukraine is occupied. So many displaced civilians, so many deaths. No one could even count, we do not have any access to bodies. Only way to identify is to deoccupy and find mass graves. No other means. Children are suffering from PTSD even in such a young age. Almost in every city, big or small, you would find graveyards covered in Ukrainian flag, grave of the soldier.

Maybe media does not talk that much of us, but it doesn’t mean that everything is alright. Avdiivka is destroyed, right now operation searching for people under debris of the civilian house after attack is undergoing.

And this is happening all the time.

Who was punished for Olenivka? Who was punished for destruction of Kakhovka Dam? Who was punished for all fully destroyed cities? Who was responsible for all that absolutely atrocious videos torturing Ukrainian soldiers?

Please, remember, Ukraine is still on fire. People are still dying. Soldiers cannot even counterattack because they do not have enough ammo, just for protection. Information war is also waging, sharing all that misinformation, Nazi narratives, russian propaganda.

Remember.

Help.

Share.

russia is a terrorist state.

Glory to Ukraine.

Glory to the Heroes.

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Two - Welcome To The Club

Word Count - 2523

-image not mine-

Chapter One - Passing In A Blurr

Chapter Three - This Is Why We Don't Have Knives At The Table

After a 40 minute drive, the driver pulled into the estate and up the courtward. There it was, Wayne Manor, home to the playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne. A four story mansion surrounded by a lush forest.

I pressed up against the window to get a better view of the place. I knew we’d be meeting him but not at his own house? The car came to a stop in front of the doors and my mom got out, me scrambling to catch up.

Too busy looking at the house in amazement; I didn’t notice the butler standing at the door, waiting to greet us. “Good day, Miss Y/m/n.” he greeted with a slight bow, accent strong.

How’d he know my mom’s name?

“Hello.” she greeted politely in return, stepping into the house.

The man’s attention then shifted to me and he froze. He seemed be in his 60s with graying hair and one glance told you he was done with life, but looking into his eyes I saw them twinkle. Like a grandparent telling the child to keep the secret of having ice-cream before dinner. He continued to watch me with a look of surprise before clearing his throat and regaining his composure.

“Please, come in.” he said kindly, gesturing inside the house.

“Oh uhh, thanks.” I stammered, ducking my head and entering.

The entryway was just as glamorous as I imaged, based on what’d I see as the outside. A large doorway led off the right and left of the entry, a staircase disappearing behind the right wall. On the other end of the long entry said glass doors that opened to a balcony that overlooked the well manicured garden.

A man waited for us at the base of the staircase to the right of the entry. He was in his mid 40s with neatly trimmed black hair, clean shaven face and deep ocean blue eyes. He was dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt. He approached as soon as we’d entered the house and I noticed a few more details about him. His jaw was square and strong, clenched tightly and his gaze stayed on me the entire time he moved.

“Y/m/n.” he greeted, voice deeper than I expected when he finally turned to acknowledge the other female in the room.

“Bruce.” was her curt reply, keeping her arms folded over her chest. His eyes then dropped to me again and I resisted the urge to step back.

His eyes took in every inch of my body before returning to my eyes and proceeded to analyze my soul. I swallowed, but couldn’t look away.

“Y/n.” he suddenly said and I jumped, breaking the contact.

He had hunched slightly and held out his hand and I gingerly took his. I was surprised to find that his hands were rough, calloused even. Why would someone who had life handed to him on a platter have calloused hands?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Looking up again, it wasn’t met with his calculating eyes but rather this time his gaze was softer, understanding and welcoming. He was smiling slightly as well, a genuine smile.

“You too, Mr. Wayne.” I managed to squeak out.

“Call me Bruce.” he murmured, giving me another undistinguishable once over before standing to his full height and turning back to my mother.

“Shall we?” He gestured to the staircase. My mother nodded and began walking up the stairs.

“Alfred will keep you entertained.” Bruce said, gesturing to the butler and following my mother.

I watched them with my head slightly cocked to the side. This was really weird. We weren’t rich so how did my mother know a billionaire? And why were they so casual around one another? And lastly, why did I have to be here?

“Follow me.” Alfred said, breaking my attention away from the disappearing adults.

Silently following the butler, he led me through the ‘waiting area’ on the left into the lounge area of sorts. It was a large room with 5 leather couches positioned around the largest TV I’d ever seen. Speakers sat on either side of the TV as well as different videogame consoles.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Alfred smiled, standing beside the closest couch.

Moving stiffly, I sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch.

“Would you like anything to drink?” he asked softly.

“No thanks.” I whispered, smiling weakly.

He nodded in understanding. “I need to tend to your mother and Master Bruce. I will be back shortly.”

This time I nodded and breathed a small sigh of relief when he left the room, going back into the entryway.

Why did I have to be so shy when first meeting people? It made things like this so weird.

Looking around the room, I felt my skin crawl at the silence. Something deep down told me it was rare to have a moment of silence in this house so why was it deathly quiet? My anxiety kicked in and I began bouncing my leg, biting my thumb.

Groaning when that didn’t calm my nerves, I stood up and began to pace the room. A double door sat to the right of the room but I was too scared to open it so kept moving. A decorative desk beside the door held a vase of dying daisies and a framed photo of Bruce and 4 boys. I did remember hearing someone mention Bruce Wayne had adopted some kids but had never bothered to find who or why.

Moving on, there wasn’t much to see but a large paned window drew my attention. Looking out cautiously, I saw a young boy seated under a tree, sketchbook rested on his bent knees and pencil making gently strokes on the white paper. A Great Dane lay beside him. I couldn’t really see him face but his posture was definitely relaxed.

Then, almost like thunder, there were pounding steps from above.

Panicking, I turned to sit on the closest couch. Voices followed the steps and from my seat I got a perfect view of the doorway. The noise then stopped and I waited for a few moments with baited breath but released when I was sure they really did stop.

Standing once again, I moved to investigate the sitting room. Magazines of infrastructure and the economy I found no interest in sat on the glass table so I kept moving. Purposely dying flowers were placed around the room to compliment the beige seats. A large framed picture of Wayne Tower at sunset covered one side of the room while a family portrait adorned the other.

It was of young boy of about 5 and his parents. I slowly approached the painting and had to crane my neck to see the whole image. The young boy was smiling happily at the painter, childish dimples and missing front tooth on full display. His hair was slicked back with unholy amounts of gel. The mother had a gentle face, like one of those people you just feel safe around. Around her neck was a pearl necklace. The father smiled professionally, expression open and welcoming. They both seemed like amazing people, but neither looked like Bruce Wayne. Looking down at the engraving, I figured out why. “The Wayne Family. CEO Thomas Wayne, wife Martha Wayne and son, Bruce Wayne. 1978.” So it was his parents.

They’d been killed in a robbery when he was young, if I remembered correctly. Looking back I realized the boy’s facial structure did mimic his father’s.

I was so engrossed in the painting that I didn’t notice the approaching steps till they were beside me. Jumping to the side, I crashed right into a chest. Jerking back with a gasp, I looked up to the scowling man.

He could not have been older than 25. His black shirt clung tightly to his defined chest, hugging his muscles tightly as he stepped back.

Eyes moving upward, I caught myself mesmerized by his turquoise eyes. They held so much hate. He had a single white streak among the sea of black, unkempt hair and stubble.

Not gonna lie, I found him really attractive.

He didn’t make a move, just looking down at me. He was easily a foot taller than me and definitely knew how to use it as an intimidation tactic.

“Sorry.” I mumbled finally, ducking my head and stepping away. Glancing up though, I saw him still looking down at me. The anger had gone from his eyes and instead replaced with neutrality.

“Jason!” someone called from upstairs, thundering steps following.

The scowl returned to his face and the guy turned, throwing the doors open and continuing out the house.

Another guy then appeared, stopping to look at me. “He leave?”

I nodded silently.

As if on cue, a motorcycle roared to life.

“Jason!” the guy called again, running out the house but the bike was already moving.

I waited a few moments before the second man returned, closing the door with a sigh.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” he mumbled. Taking a breath to gather himself, he shot me a smile and made him over to me, hand outstretched. “Hi. Richard Grayson-Wayne, but everyone calls me Dick.”

Definitely calling him Richard.

“Hi.” I weakly greeted, taking him hand.

“You look really familiar.” he said.

I frowned. Greyish blue eyes and curly black hair with a beardless chin? “Never seen you before. Sorry.”

He let out an easy laugh and I frowned. “You don’t have to apologize. You’ve probably just got one of those faces.”

But no one has ever said that.

“Probably.”

“So why you here?” he asked, releasing my hand. His face then turned serious. “Don’t tell me Bruce is getting a new one?”

“Huh?” I frowned. New what?

“Oh. Nevermind.” he chuckled.

Ok…

“What was all the noise?”

I jumped for umpteenth time and spun to see the boy from earlier standing in the doorway, hugging his art book close to his chest and dog standing loyally at him side.

“Jason left.” Richard informed the boy.

He had beautiful emerald eyes and a natural Arabian tan. His face however resembled Bruce’s but held the childlike puffed cheeks.

He looked me up and down in disgust and sneered. “Who are you?”

I opened my mouth but another voice replied for me. “Y/n?”

We all turned to see Alfred enter the room. “Ahh, there you are. And you’ve already met Damian, very good. Master Bruce would like to see both of you in his office.”

I glanced at the kid and he at me before clicking his tongue and placing his book down, folding his arms after.

“I’ll just go then…” Richard said awkwardly, sidestepping into the lounge.

Alfred turned with the expectation of us to follow.

Damian began walking first but the dog remained still, eyes trained on me.

Taking a few hesitant steps forward, I held my hand outstretched to the dog. He sniffed it cautiously and then lowered his head for me to stroke him.

“Titus usually doesn’t like new people.” The boy spoke up, eyeing me suspiciously.

All I could offer was a shrug. Saying bye to Titus, I followed Damian to the staircase where Alfred stood waiting.

Another boy was descending the stairs as we reached the base. He was extremely pale with large dark circles under his eyes and a mullet. His eyes themselves were an almost black shade of blue and seemed lifeless.

“Drake.” Damian mumbled when the boy passed us, empty coffee cup in hand.

“Demon Spawn.” The boy continued on, staring at the floor before abruptly stopping. Turning, he looked between me and the boy a few times before turning again and wordlessly making his way down the passage.

What was wrong with the people that lived here?

“This way.” Alfred called.

Making my way up the stairs, we stopped at the second floor. The hallway was brightly lit with full floor to ceiling windows that showed the tacky antique decorations. Turning left, we stopped outside a room with double Dutch doors.

Alfred knocked and then when I assumed he heard clarification, opened the doors for Damian and I.

This room was Bruce’s private office. A large picture of Bruce and his parents, like the one downstairs, hung above the large oak desk that was covered in various stacks of papers and a few photo frames. My mother and Bruce sat at the couches on either side of a wooden coffee-table, both looking expectantly at us.

“Come sit.” Bruce said softly, nodding to Alfred, who closed the doors behind us.

I chose the couch with my mother that faced the wall, frowning briefly at the knight armor that stood in the corner while Damian took a seat beside his father.

Damian eyed my mother with malice but I was honestly too grateful that he’d stop trying to kill me to care. They waited for us both to get comfortable before starting.

“We have something we need to discuss with you.” Bruce started.

“Please tell me you’re not getting married!” I blurted.

I surprised myself. Had I really subconsciously been thinking of that?

Damian’s eyes widened at his turned to his father. “Father?”

Bruce chuckled lightly, something I guessed he didn’t do often ‘cause Damian looked like he’d been hit in the face.

“No, nothing like that.” Bruce reassured. The billionaire then turned to me. “Y/n, as you may know Damian is my youngest-”

 “And only blood!” the midget cut in.

“Yes, and only blood, son. You may have met my other three whom I adopted.”

“Am I getting adopted?” I blurted out once again, pressure from the formal setting making my mind fritz.

Damian’s eyes widened comically as he turned to Bruce once again. Neither adult answered.

“Y/n,” my mother called softy and I turned my attention to her. “Remember how your father and I use to travel a lot before you were born? And sometimes we would meet up with his wealthy friends?”

“Yeah…” I didn’t like where this was going.

“Well, just before I fell pregnant, your father and I came to Gotham and…” My mother struggled to find the words but Bruce remained silent.

“Y/n, I got drunk and made a mistake.” She finally got out, looking down in shame.

Where was she going with this? Looking over at Bruce, I saw he was also looking down in shame.

I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. Both adults looked up at me with serious expressions.

“Good one.” I gasped, clutching my stomach.

But no one else was laughing.

“What, you’re serious?”

My mother nodded, looking at me with concern.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Y/n,” she started.

“No!” I shot up.

Everything was making sense and I didn’t like it. Richard saying I’m familiar, every adult being so nice to some nobody’s, Bruce wanting to talk to me and his blood child.

I turned to Bruce, eyes pleading. Let this all be some sick joke. Please let this be a prank or bad dream. Bruce stood wordlessly and took a step toward me. “Y/n, I am your biological father.”

[zerokurokawa]

rindou meeting reader’s family at a get together. (she’s hispanic, so you know it’s a big party with lots of food and music). maybe the tias and abuela’s all love him. pllllsssss.

Sharing Cultures And Meeting The Family | Rindou x Hispanic!Reader <3

Rindou has always been fond of meeting your family. He often begged to meet them, as he would suggest going to a nice restaurant and him even footing the bill for everyone. Little did he know, you were going to take him to a real get together. 

You were studying abroad in Japan when you met the delinquent, and of course, you two hit it off instantly. So when you booked plane tickets to go visit your family, you were more than excited to tell him that he was coming along. Hell, you believed that he was more excited than you were; he had started packing almost a week early. 

Once you both arrived at your family's house, the party already kicking off with your aunts dancings and your grandparents cooking. It was like a scene out of a movie for Rindou as a bright smile spread across his face at the sight. One of your aunts invited him to dance along to the music that was blaring. Rindou had never heard this type of music before, but he loved it!

As he was trying to copy your aunts moves, you stared at him and laughed. He was excited to meet everyone and even went around introducing himself. With him being Japanese, they were all intrigued at his own heritage. That's the beauty of coming from a different background, you thought, cultures and heritages are meant to be shared and loved by others. 

Your grandparents were teaching him how to make traditional hispanic food while asking him about the traditions he had growing up in Japan. The conversation went on for hours it seemed before the food was finally ready and everybody was eating. 

"Rindou, is it?" Your paternal grandmother asked, introducing herself to him as she was the last to show up at the gathering. 

"Yes ma'am." He stuck out his hand for her to take and she gladly accepted it with both hands. 

"Rin, this is my abuela on my father's side!" You said, excitedly. 

Rindou nodded his head and smiled while taking a bite of his meal. You could tell by the way your family was welcoming and accepting that they all adored him. It was beautiful, seeing the way they all interacted with each other; asking questions and learning new words in different languages. Rindou even learned how to say "how are you" in Spanish. Needless to say, he wouldn't stop repeating it. 

Your aunt learned how to say "good morning" in Japanese. The whole scene was wonderful as you all ate, danced, and sang along to the music that was playing. You could tell that Rindou was having the time of his life as he danced along with your aunt once more, learning the steps to each and every song. 

After the party was over and it was time to go home, Rindou didn't want to leave without telling each and everyone goodbye in Spanish. You thought this was adorable as you blushed, seeing your family smile and wave at him and how cute he was learning about your culture and even your language. 

"I had a lot of fun, we should do that again really soon!" He said as you both got in the car, driving to the hotel nearby due to you having to catch a flight back to Japan the next morning. 

"We will, I promise. I love visiting my family and I could tell they loved and adored you." You smiled. 

The evening was perfect and Rindou wouldn't stop saying phrases in Spanish. 

[lesbianrobin]

ok since people r very into my chris fic i shall share some of my random behind the scenes thoughts while writing it:

adriana has literally been waiting her entire life for her obviously gay older brother who joined the army to avoid his wife and then moved to los angeles to be a sexy firefighter to COME OUT ALREADY and by the time we meet her in this fic she is like Vibrating with the need to be like EDDIE IS GAYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEOPLE BLIND??? which is why it takes like absolutely zero prodding from chris for her to spill all of eddie's business. i think when eddie was little he was a very obviously gay little boy and as he grew up he learned how to Be Normal but adriana never forgot and she's like deeply sad about it.

chris is So fucking miserable at his grandparents' house he misses video games so bad. i couldn't find a way to really incorporate this without it feeling like a cheap "look he's a TEEN BOY" thing but yeah the second he gets back home he is slamming that headset on and gaming until eddie tells him he has to take a break or he'll burn his eyes out of his sockets.

there are a Lot of songs on buck and eddie's joint depression playlist that i listed and then cut for practicality's sake but if there's any like interest in that i could maybe put together + link the full playlist for y'all?

buck's "maddie" playlist is entirely music he listened to growing up bc it makes him think of her. as a younger sibling my music taste from birth to like. age fifteen ish. was just wholly whatever my older sister listened to and i think buck is the same way. i don't think buck necessarily listens to this playlist on his own very often but if he's hanging out with maddie and/or babysitting jee-yun he'll put it on because it makes him happy to enjoy some 90s/00s nostalgia with his best girls. sometimes he'll play it in the car when he's driving chris somewhere because he wants to carry forward some of those good memories he has with maddie with chris.

buck and eddie's texts were written in order to coincide with each other! eddie texts more frequently than buck but i think if you pay attention you can sometimes tell which days buck Also sent chris a text bc they match. some of them were sent specifically in the wake of very emotionally taxing shifts where they both wanted so badly to call chris and beg him to come home but they knew that wouldn't go well and they didn't want to make chris feel guilty so they tried to play it cool.

speaking of buck and eddie: i don't think that eddie's conversation with chris is necessarily the First step in eddie realizing he's gay or moving toward something romantic with buck. keep in mind that chris has been gone for at least two weeks by the time he talks to either of them, and buck and eddie spend the vast majority of their time together. this fic is restricted to chris' pov, and he has no way of knowing whether, say, buck and tommy broke up, or whether his dad has been thinking about some things differently since he's been gone. buck and eddie Also have to spend twelve hours in a car together just the two of them between the end of the fic and their reunion with chris. this is not me saying that buck and tommy DID break up or that buddie got together while chris was away (i don't actually have a solid "canon" for where they're at), just that i intentionally left space for a wide range of possibilities due to chris' limited knowledge of what's going on with them!!

i kinda intentionally did not delve too deeply into the psychology of the diaz parents here because i think their behavior is a bit inscrutable to chris. the vast majority of his memories of them are from when he was really little, and therefore i think he doesn't actually know them very well as people. he knows that there's some tension between them and eddie, but prior to this fic he never really bothered to question Why. all he knows is that his grandparents will probably come and get him if he calls, and that it'll hurt his dad's feelings, and in the immediate aftermath of the kim debacle that's all he cares about. once he's in el paso, he starts noticing some things that make him a bit uncomfortable, but he never does determine for sure what their motivations and opinions are about this whole situation, whether they're treating him a certain way bc he's the grandkid or bc of his cerebral palsy, and whether their treatment of eddie really does stem from homophobia or not. at the end of the day he's thirteen years old and i wanted to leave his grandparents' True Selves as a bit of a mystery because 1. i don't think They necessarily know why they do what they do and 2. i don't think there's any one answer that would be satisfying.

chris literally had zero intention of saying anything to eddie about the Gay Thing he just is very much thirteen years old and emotional and he fundamentally Trusts his father to never like. lash out at him for saying something like that. so he doesn't try too hard to hold it back and impulsively says Hey Dad Are You Gay Maybe because he's never gone so long without talking to his dad before and he's just bursting with thoughts and feelings. he's not even trying to do a buddie matchmaking thing it's just that the easiest way to make his argument is to be like (points at buck).

[folklorespring]

Ukrainian kid's letter to Saint Nicholas:

"Hello, my name is Eva Heneral. I'm from Kherson region, Hola Prystan town. Our picturesque town is located near the sea, we used to often go there to swim, walk, breath sea air. But when the war has started, early in the morning we went to the grandparents' village, I saw missile flying over us, quickly, loudly. For some time we lived in the village, then mom said we need to go, take only necessities, and drive somewhere. We were driving for the long time, got stopped by russians, they took away our potato pies that grandma gave us for the road.

In a few days we arrived in Kryvyi Rih, we're still staying there. Every day, when I go to bed, I think about our house, kindergarten I attended, playground, our beautiful pier. All of that is gone now, mom said that we got flooded by Kakhovka Dam, our town is still occupied, russians live in grandparents' house, and grandma and grandpa came to us. I want the war to be over, I want to go home.

I would like to ask Nicholas for big Toothless dragon from "How To Train Your Dragon" cartoon. Thank you very much!!! Glory to Ukraine!"

[pinkyqily]

WE ARE DESTINED

JJ maybank x Kierra Carrera x reader x rafe cameron

Summary : Kiara and JJ have been having a fling all summer, but things take the worst when Kierra Carrera - Kiara twin sister returns to the obx after leaving. Not only is there trouble in paradise, an estranged love triangle, and a gossip blog running Kildare campus to ruins. Wil Kiara and the rest of the pogues be able to salvage what to come or will Kierra and Kooks be vicious as ever - TWO TRIBES ONE ISLAND

Contains: swearing,mention of smoking and drinking if it's no use of the name or yn.

A/n: here ia the written part hoping the dots are getting connected, rafe is stil not over him and reader being done as we can see man can't get enough of her, what do you guys think of this chapter feedbacks/questions are always welcome.

MASTERLIST - Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 2 - Part 4

Taglist open if you want to get added let me know questions and feedback are always welcomed too.

Stepping out of the ferry and now being in the outer banks felt weird if i, you may even use that word to describe a place you wouldn't call home.

The smell of salty air fil your lungs and the sounds of waves splashing gave you a familiar deja vu, of the moment you were standing in the same spot about to leave, but this time around, you're back.

Living in the city to you was no stress because not everyone knows everyone, but being back here in this nossy hordie of an island was already raising your skin.

You were to far gone in your head that you hadn't spotted your parents until you heard your mother's voice.

"Don't tell me it been that long and you've forgotten everything around here". Anna said as she made her way to you.

"Nice to see you again, mom, but I did leave after senior year of high school, and now I'm back to complete my senior year of college here." You told her

"Well it very nice to have you back". She said

"So are you two gonna act like I'm totally not here too?". Mike said out loud.

"Omg so sorry dad didn't see you here missed you very much, but where's the car hours of sitting down in a ferry can get exhausting if you don't know".

"Very funny comment". He said

"Both of you now is definitely not the time". Anna said.

"Let's go before everyone soon get to the wreck".

"Mom you're stil on about this welcome back party?". You asked her.

"Well yes as I suppose your grandparents are going to be there before they head back and a lot of people are excited to see you". She said

"I swear if any of Kiara pouges friends are there- the thought of that just gives makes my skin flare". You said.

"You do know your father was also a pouge right,?" She asked you.

"Yes mother I know that but was is a past tense too if you didn't know".

"Aye, watch the way you speak to your mother." Mike said. causing you to just follow Anna, who was leading the way. You were trying to figure out why he would come with her knowing damm well he can't stand you.

The drive back to the house you lived your whole adolescent felt werid, all these sudden memories appearing in your mind just felt some type of way, but the viewing the North Carolina sunset just kept you at calm.

It drive felt so long, yet so short at the same time until you heard Anna call your name.

"Just give me a sec I'll join you guys inside." You told your parents who looked at you expecting you to be all joli.

"Well, don't take long cause you need to get dressed and look representative, can't have you looking like we bearly took care of you. You heard Anna say

Of course, the first thing that comes to her mind is how you look.

"Fine, just get off my case." You told her as you heard the door behind you close.

Finally happy that you were free from your parents' questioning and what not you took time to reflect that You were back, before having to go play the role of the perfect daughter with no flaws.

But of course, your moments of peace came to an end very quickly when your eyes spotted your twin sister and her eyes met yours very much.

Neither of you dared, breaking the silence knowing the poisonous words that came out of your mouth would erupt the already boiling volcano.

Safe to say your welcome party felt so unwelcoming when Kiara pogues friends arrived. You never hated a group of idiots so bad in your life, especially Sarah Cameron she was nothing but a spiting lying backstabbing bitch.

So you weren't really surprised when she switched sides the girl could barely make up her mind when it came to her boyfriends too.

You wear feeling bored after a while, mingling with adults on your night back, which was not exactly on your bucket list. But thank the mess of the island because that's when you saw your people.

Ash came up running to you. If the crowds were paying attention most, they'd probably think she was your sister, not Kiara.

"You don't understand how I missed you." She said

"Well, I'm here now, aren't i." You told her.

"it good to have you back". This time it was topper who said something while holding a beer and some random chick wrapped around his arm.

"Aww tops, did you miss me that much?" You said while mimicking a toddlers voice.

"Stil the same old you". Kelce said

"Shut the fuck up kelce". You told him as it had everyone laughing.

"But he isn't not wrong". You heard a familiar voice say.

"Only you would defend one of yours, and do what pleasure do I own you a visit rafe Alexander cameron huh?". You asked him, knowing that raspy voice from anywhere.

"Oh, I just heard that my favorite girl was back in town and decided to drop by what the harm in that." He said

"Is that what you want me to belive huh cameron?".

"Only time can tell." He said

"If I'll know my retrun would trun you into a poet, I wouldn't have come back."

"And here I thought you loved wise man." He said."You said it yourself, rafe. I love wise men didn't take you for that type. " You told him

"You guys do realize that we're still standing here. Your rendezvous can be done another time, so let's just celebrate the return of this icon, okay? " Ash voice spoke, breaking the hot tension between you and rafe.

"Whatever, I just don't want to be in this place any longer, people are killing me." You said

"Then let's dip and head to the beach." Kelce spoke up.

"For once, I agree with this duch." Ash said.

"Yea, let me just go tell my parents that."

"Also, ash do you have any spare swimsuit? I didn't expect any of this even though it should've been expected?". You asked the girl

"Yep, in the car, but I doubt the top would fit you, I mean, look at those girls." She told you.

"Don't worry, I'll make it work. You guys just wait for me. "You said while laughing at ash's words

As you we're heading to go tell your parents about your change of plans, you felt a pair of cold hands grab yours. Turning around and seeing Kiara.

"What the hell is your problem". You told her

"Oh, nothing, just that you being back and not even speaking to me but when you did it was all some fake bluff for our grandparents."

"Okay Kiara, what do you want me to do about it, I don't want to speak to you is, I don't want to speak to you." You told her.

"Well, guess what? You need to now. Just take a picture with me so our grandparents have something to yawn over. You aren't the only one who needs that inheritance money. " She said, and you had no choice but to comply.

Taking the picture didn't take that long you didn't even bother to see what she captioned it as all that mattered was the by passers who was you guys and was gushing over how they loved your bound as twins.

Only if they knew how much you both hated each other. After talking to your partner about how you were heading to the beach, Kiara came butting into your conversation that if you went, that means she could also go with the pogues. Which left your parents no choice but to agree.

Both Kooks and Pogues left the party and went their separate way on the island.

[ambitiouspotions]

TRADITIONS | CEDRIC DIGGORY | ONESHOTS

summary — after a particularly hard year, your boyfriend, cedric, tries to give you a better chance of gaining extra luck.

word count — 1.7k

warnings — none, fluff!

author’s note — hufflepuff reader! seventh year students! no war/triwizard tournament mention because that’s sad! also this was a cheesy idea and it was supposed to be posted yesterday…oops. happy new year!

as the year came to an end you were silently thanking yourself, hoping for a better outcome for the next year. every turn you took it was disarray and according to professor trelawney. you predicted your terrible misfortune in divination and it followed you all year and into your summer as well as the next school year.

“bleek indeed, oh yes, i see it too,” she said, reading all of your assignments. some people took her thick glasses as a joke, not even being able to see normally, so why would she be able to see regularly? though you all thought they were wrong, everything you calculated in the stars and matched with the planets pointed you to a particularly annoying year. lost things, unorganized planning, common mistakes, death of a grandparent, anything that was awful was placed in front of you.

the only thing that wasn't in shambles was your relationship. dating the captain of your house’s quidditch team wasn’t so bad especially when cedric tried to turn your awful days into good ones. well the good parts would last until you were in your dorm and something unfortunate was happening like using the wrong product in your hair, stubbing your toe so badly that the nail came up, or losing the two pages of parchment for an assignment that was due in the morning. well honestly, the things were so minute but when it happened constantly and so close together it was driving you mad.

the last straw was being unable to return home for winter break due to your parents being away on a business trip. there was no point in spending the holidays alone if it was the same way you would spend them at school. cedric was on a father-son camping trip in the middle of the wilderness. he wrote occasionally, but you understood the logistics of spending time with family and appreciated the letters when they did come.

you sat in the common room, curled into the armchair closest to the fire revising your study notes for the n.e.w.t. examinations that would be there in a few short months. if the new year didn’t bring any more luck, it was going to be forced to bring good scores for final examinations.

“y/n, darling?”

“ced, hold on I’m almost done with—” you paused for a moment and looked up from your notes. your ears did not deceive you. you hopped out of the chair quickly, the cup of tea on the table next to you falling to the ground with a large thunk. you cringed slightly as you held cedric in a tight embrace. “oh merlin, you said you wouldn’t be back until after winter break.”

“you’re right, but i couldn’t leave you for the entire time. i did miss you.” he waved his wand swiftly, the glass was repaired and the spilled liquid had dissipated. “i also had a quick think and figured we could increase your chances for the new year.” he pulled out a piece of parchment, ideas scrawled on it from top to bottom. little doodles and arrows accented the page. he rubbed the small of your back as he released from the hug, pushing the paper quickly back into his pocket so all of his surprises wouldn't be revealed.

“go to my dorm, and i’ll be back,” he said handing you his duffle bag. you were a bit confused but decided to go easily and follow his directions. cedric tended to have everything figured out for whatever he was planning. you saw a few people in the halls of the common room, but nothing like when school is in session. most of the hufflepuffs went to the party in the great hall, having a feast on the eve of the new year. there were small discussions about sneaking to the greenhouse, but you decided to not pay any attention to those knowing you weren’t going to be present.

you lugged his duffle bag to the boys’ dormitory and weren't surprised to find it empty. his area of the room looked rather clean in comparison to the others. you began to unpack his bag for him, doing small things for him would hopefully make up for the hardships he had to deal with taking care of you during the year. you looked at the clock, only four hours until the new year was upon them.

there was a wrapped package in the bag with your name on it. you set it aside until cedric returned with a bowl of grapes and onions. you stared at him suspiciously, looking at the strange combination.

“what are we doing?” you asked, sitting on his bed, and examining the package closer as he put a tied string of onions in your hand. the package felt lumpy and misshapen, whatever cedric had in mind you couldn’t figure it out.

“i am providing you with a bit of extra luck for next year,” he said with a smirk, going to the windows and opening them. the winter air entered sharply, causing you to shiver. he opened the door to the room and propped it with the edge of a table. “now go hang those over there.” he said pointing at the outside of the wooden door.

you wiggled the onions and laughed, making your way to the door and placing them on the doorknob. the fire was soon lit to keep the room at a steady temperature rather than being completely miserable from the wind. “you think onions will give me enough luck to get over this hump?”

cedric kissed the top of your head and unwrapped part of the package you were examining, three different items were placed on the bed. “maybe not just the onions, trying a few different methods that i think even professor trelawney would be proud of.” he said handing you a circular package marked with a number one.

“plates?” you said unwrapping the paper. “for the grapes?” two white ceramic saucers were in your hands.

“no we smash these on the doorstep, the more shards the better.” you handed one to cedric who took great honor in letting you go first. you had a bit of an angry throw, letting some of your misfortunes from the year guide the saucer onto the ground.

cedric then threw his with a bit of disappointment, watching it only break into three pieces. “oh come on ced, you’ve got to try harder than that you want to win me some luck.” you said handing him a piece. you took the liberty of slamming the other two into the ground.

“next thing,” he said excitedly, handing you the second package which was much smaller. it revealed two white and red polka-dotted scarves.

you did a little spin with them and wiggled them goofily as though you were a ribbon dancer.

“polka dots are all the rage in the philippines this time of year.” cedric laughed as he put it around your neck and then laid his around his shoulders. you both looked rather out of place but ignored the ridiculousness and instead embraced the fun.

cedric grabbed your hand and bowed, much like the year prior at the yule ball. you grabbed your wand from the bed and turned on the radio. the music that was playing was upbeat and festive, occasionally the announcers would be counting down the songs until it was midnight.

“i think you need to wear this more often, it brings out your cheeks,” you said complimenting the taller male.

“i can only hope you’re still saying that after the next item.” you laughed into his chest as he glanced towards the bed nervously. even if cedric’s thoughtful antics wouldn’t work this would be a night to remember. “though before we get to that something was supposed to—” he stopped speaking as he heard an extra swish and whizz out the window.

three hufflepuff players on their broomsticks were flying by. “go!” he shouted out the window. you joined his side to look at the commotion. fireworks exploded into the shape of stars and flurries of galaxies. your eyes were filled with wonderment at the small fireworks show.

“good on ya!” he shouted again, bringing you in close to his side. the quidditch players soon disappeared into the night, most likely going to get on with their own new year’s business.

“now, close your eyes because this one isn’t as fun.” you held in your hands out for the last package but nothing was put in them. you could hear cedric laughing as he fiddled with something being placed on your head.

“open.”

when you open your eyes you can’t contain yourself. cedric had a pair of white boxer briefs on his head like a hat and when you looked in the mirror you held your stomach to contain yourself. “underwear? on our heads?” you asked through your giggling fit.

“well, i wasn’t going to succeed in secretly putting them on you,” he said, kissing your forehead, right where the underwear band sat.

“hopefully these new tidy whities will bring you harmony and peace.”

the radio went off again, announcing there were ten minutes until the new year.

“oh and speaking of that,” he patted the bed and held the bowl of grapes. “i hope you can eat twelve grapes before the clock stops chiming while simultaneously jumping off the bed onto your right foot.”

you and cedric spent the next few minutes mastering jumping off the bed and stabilizing onto one foot as he told you about all of the traditions he researched.

when the clock struck midnight you were stuffing grapes into your mouth and chewing as fast as you could. you took your leap off the bed while still chewing and landed it perfectly, with a little help from cedric who let you use his arm as leverage. the last two grapes were being swallowed as you screamed with joy because you had finished all twelve before it was too late.

“ced, this was the best new years celebration i’ve ever had. thank you,” you said softly, falling into his chest easily. your eyes were locked onto his, as you swayed to the music on the radio.

“your final tradition is this one,” he said, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. it was well-needed and well-deserved. you felt his hands protectively hold your hips as you kissed. you held the end of his polka-dotted scarf and smiled into the kiss.