#So many friends for the littlest of guys- pretty soon he will start to lose count of how many!

[clownsuu]

I have no clue if tumblr ate the ask or not (if it didn’t, I apologize for the double posting) BUT

BUT

Im glad to see so much art of Robbie getting so many friends who roughhouse with him, especially after the Robbie lore dump (possibly by coincidence? Since it wasn’t here) because he deserves friends who can handle and even match his energy :)))

YEAHHH IM GLAD TOO!! specially for a lonely guy like him,, he’s dumb and sometimes even criminal in what he does, but my golly he’s a really excited and happy guy,,,,,

[kim-chann]

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       ❝   Siblings  ❞        --       Chef’s Special

            - - - | Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Satoru Gojo

                                 Synopsis ;; being siblings with some of my favourites

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               - - - Includes slight manga spoilers - - - 

༺ Chef Note: Another Chef’s special! This has been on my mind for quite some time. This is some just some indulgent stuff cause siblings relationships are so fun but the worst at the same time lmao. 

Also!! I’m going to reopen matchups soon once I hit only 5 left. Currently, I have 7 left to write. So if I finish two more today, they’ll reopen later today!

༺ Chef Note: Adding a border, cause this is quite long...

〄          ⤷ Yūji Itadori | 虎杖悠仁 - - - 

       ☉ Being Yuji’s sibling is a wild game, jesus dude

       ☉ It doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger than him, he’s still as wild as ever

       ☉ Yuji is such a brat, he pulls pranks on you, blasts music in your ear when you’re sleeping, uses your stuff without permission, and overall, just plain rude...

      ☉ Just kidding!! (but he will do those stuff listed above)

      ☉ Being his sibling is the two of you guys being stupid as hell

      ☉ And siblings fights! He’ll always win whenever the two of you guys are wrestling and might accidentally hurt you, and will profusely apologise 

      ☉ Hurting you is the last thing he ever wants to do

      ☉ He’s the type of sibling to throw things at you just to get your attention instead of calling your name

      ☉ Whether it’s from a snack that he’s eating, or even a rock

      ☉ “Heyy, heyyy, I said hey!!”

      ☉ Once Yuji gets bored, he will barge into your room and bother you until he finds something better to do

      ☉ If you’re on a call with your friends, he will embarrass you. I feel like it’s always a siblings job to embarrass the hell out of each other 

      ☉ Yuji will start spilling your deepest secrets in front of your friends and tell the most embarrassing stories about you when you were younger

      ☉ Also! He always does head pats and ruffles your hair whenever he walks past you and doesn’t care if you just fixed your hair or not

      ☉ He will always ruffle it, and there’s nothing stopping him

      ☉ Yuji is also the type of sibling to accidentally break your door down

      ☉ “It was locked!!”

      ☉ “But you didn’t have to kick my door down!”

      ☉ “I didn’t mean to!”

      ☉ That’s... not even an excuse, Yuji

      ☉ Sometimes, he’ll ask for your opinion on a subject cause he trusts your words of wisdom

      ☉ “Hey, (nickname), do you think that my muscles are getting bigger?” He flexes his biceps and even invites you to touch it

     ☉ Once you say that he’s fine, and tell him the answer that he expects, he’s self esteem will boost (honestly, positive comments from siblings just feels more genuine, ya know?)

      ☉Yuji will always ask for homework help and is ass at math

      ☉ “Help meee, I don’t know how to do Geometryyyy” 

      ☉ Yuji is always whining 24/7, which he redeems to be a puppy 

      ☉ If you don’t know how to do geometry either, or forgot, then the two of you will struggle together. 

     ☉ “If I’m going down, you’re going down with me.” Yuji whines

      ☉ Can I also say that he will cook for you? (And it’s always delicious, might I add)

      ☉ Be can try to cook you anything you want, by researching recipes, then improvising to make it “tastier,” according to him

      ☉ But somehow, it always tastes better than you expected?? What kind of sorcery does he possess? cursed energy

      ☉Overall, being his sibling consists of the two of you going wild and him making fun of you

〄           ⤷ Megumi Fushiguro | 伏黒恵 - - -

       ☉ Being his sibling is him being protective of you

       ☉ Like Yuji, he doesn’t matter if you’re older than him or not, he will always protect you because “you don’t know what could happen,” Megumi says

      ☉ It’s really sweet, but sometimes, it can get pretty annoying whenever he walks you to a friends place and he makes sure that you get in the house before he leaves

      ☉ Going somewhere? “Let me come.” Leaving the house? “Where are you going?” Eating food? “Can I have some?”

      ☉ Even though it seems like he wants to protect you 24/7, he wants to be with you because honestly, he can get lonely

      ☉ Megumi didn’t really have many friends throughout his life, and since you’re always by his side, he just thinks that you’re his best friend/sibling 

      ☉ He thinks that protecting you is sibling bonds, but if you’re uncomfortable with him doing so, let him know and he will stop

      ☉ Megumi isn’t one of those mom’s who uses an app to track you down and sees whatever web browser history you go through, cause that’s honestly fucked up

      ☉ Megumi respects your boundaries and wants to make sure that you’re comfortable and safe 

      ☉ Sometimes, he’ll even wake you up in morning so you can go on walks with him and even summon his Divine Dogs to have them stretch and walk

      ☉ Since he’s a jujutsu sorcerer, you know about all the curses, grades, and schools around Japan

      ☉ Even if you’re cursed yourself and can see curses or not, Megumi will educate you about them 

      ☉ He’s really reliable on information cause I always see him as a smart boy

      ☉ Need help with homework? He’s got you covered

      ☉ Sometimes, he’ll even offer to do it for you if you’re too tired to (Which is really sweet not gonna lie)

      ☉ He’ll make you coffee in the morning and occasionally cooks for the two of you, and makes sure that you’re okay and well taken care of 

      ☉ Since the two of you didn’t have parents to look up to, he’s basically your sibling and parental figure 

      ☉ He basically raised you, per se

      ☉ Overall, he’s a great brother that just wants to see you happy and safe. Cherish him!

〄           ⤷ Norbara Kugisaki | 釘崎野薔薇 - - - 

      ☉ Nobara is a wild sister to have, oh my god

      ☉ She’s pretentious and wants to be the one that’s basically worshiped in the family

      ☉ Nobara hates you with a passion

      ☉ She’s like a spoiled sister that wants everything, and if you ask to borrow something that she has, she’ll say, “Who’re you?”

      ☉ She won’t let you borrow anything and always gets mad if you just go into her room

      ☉ “I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.”

      ☉ Nobara always gives you the stank eye or rolls her eyes whenever you ask her to do something, “can’t you do it yourself? I’m on my phone right now.”

      ☉ “I literally hate you, get away from me.” 

      ☉ Will only do what you say if she’s in a great mood

      ☉ She’s a sister that bullies her older or younger siblings all the time, but will stop if they start to cry, but not with her saying, “don’t be such a baby. Grow up!” 

      ☉ However, if someone is bullying you or made a snarly comment about you, she gets all defensive like she’s the one who got insulted

      ☉ “Excuse me? The hell did you just say?!”

      ☉ She’ll argue towards the person that insulted you, even complimenting you to counter the comment that was made against you

      ☉ Nobara is only allowed to bully you, nobody else!

      ☉ If necessary, she’ll even throw hands against that person to prove that you’re not what they say you are

      ☉ Don’t worry about Nobara losing. Every time she fights, she will win 

      ☉ After the fight, she’ll walk back to you with ruffled clothes and a bloody nose, and say, “If they bother you again, let me know so I can kick their ass.”

      ☉ Sometimes, Nobara spoils you (keyword: sometimes)

      ☉ She’ll buy you something that you’ve been wanting to have, like a new phone or something

      ☉ Once you thank her, she’ll be like, “Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing.”

      ☉ Nobara doesn’t hate you, despite her bullying you in every way possible, but it’s the littlest things she does for you that proves that she loves you as a sibling that she adores

      ☉ Overall, you got a bully for a sibling but makes sure that you’re actually loved 

〄           ⤷ Satoru Gojo | 五条悟- - - 

      ☉ I-- dear lord, how do I even explain this?

      ☉ It’s a bit tough being his sibling at the beginning 

      ☉ So I’m going to explain something else for a minute 

      ☉ When you were born into the Gojo clan, the family often discriminated you because you were an accidental pregnancy 

      ☉ So you were often discriminated as a child instead of getting worshiped and praised by the clan. You were practically a servant to the clan (like Mai and Maki)

      ☉ However, Gojo was always there to protect you because he was worshiped for inheriting the “six eyed,” curse 

      ☉ Gojo has been protective of you ever since you were a child and even helped you with your duties as a “servant.” 

      ☉Even if you inherited a technique or not, the family still looked down because you were not the “six eyed” curse

      ☉ Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him as a child because the family always compared you to him 

      ☉ So once Gojo was legible to attend Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical High school, he made sure to bring you with him

      ☉ It took his family a lot of arguing and convincing, but in the end, you got your bags packed up and ready to leave for the school

      ☉ If you don’t have cursed energy, and you’re younger than him, you can be trained how to defend yourself along with your brother for you not to get left out (like Maki)

      ☉You’re going to be a first year way earlier than other students, but like what Kamo said, “age doesn’t matter in Jujutsu.”

      ☉ Gojo will sometimes tease you as the two of you are students, but he’s a great mentor whenever you need help about something 

      ☉ Suguru and Shoko will also be your best friend too!

      ☉ Currently, Gojo is still a protective older brother, but goddamn he’s such a tease and a bitch at the same time

      ☉ “(Nickname)~~, what’re you doing?”

      ☉ Like every typical sibling, he can get bored and he will bother you, even if you’re busy

      ☉ If you become a teacher like him, he will randomly interrupt your class and sit down in one of the empty seat and act like nothings wrong 

      ☉ He’ll even act like a student by raising his hand and answering the question

      ☉Gojo disrupts a lot of your activities quite often just because he wants to and sometimes enters your room, stares at you for a few seconds, then leaves

      ☉ Whenever the two of you are free, he’ll invite you to go have some lunch or dinner to take a break from the school

    ☉ Expect him to order a lot of desserts too lmao

      ☉ Gojo honestly pays for anything, even your groceries, necessities, etc

      ☉ Gojo is literally rich, rich, and doesn’t care about his spendings sometimes, and will buy you anything if you ask him

      ☉ He spoils you a lot, to secretly redeem his forgiveness for how the both your parents treated you

      ☉ Overall, he’s a great brother and he’s really fun! Being his sibling is just him being himself, but extra protective 

༺ Chef’s Note: Trying my best to clear my inbox. I have 7 matchups left, wish me luck!

[clairecrive]

“Cupid’s strike”- Tuck Hanson x reader [Requested]

This imagine was requested from a girl on Wattpad as a way to make up for that awful ending. Tuck is a baby and he deserves everything. This is my first time writing him but wouldn’t mind doing it more. 

As I’ve said on monday, I don’t have a lot of time but I’m doing my best and writing on different projects. Blurbs are still a thing if you’d like and in the mean time, I’d really like to know what you think about this.

Hope you’re all safe and doing well!

Tag list: @deaflikehawkeye​, @mollybegger-blog​, @br0ck-eddie​, @shadow-of-wonder​, @fandom--0verdose​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @evelynshelby​ (let me know if you wanna be added)

"Hello, boys! Whatcha doing?" Y/n makes her entrance in her fellow agents' room. However, she doesn't get a reply, the boys were too busy staring at each other with their mouths open. Was that a new game they were playing? Not really thinking about it, knowing them and their goofiness, she just steps further into the room and from her new position, she could see what was on their computer that had made them lose their ability to speak.

"Who's that?" She then asks more intrigued. On the desktop, there was a picture of a blonde woman, charming smile, kind eyes. She seems nice enough.

"Lauren Scott?" FDR says not really talking to you but more with Tuck who by the expression on his face, knew exactly who he was talking about.

"So, let me ask again: who is that?" y/n asked again, not really liking the way her question kept going over their heads.

FDR was actually the one who explains the whole thing to you. Apparently, Tuck was looking for a partner and had registered on a dating app. That was how he met Lauren. FDR on the other hand, met Lauren in a more creepy way, as it was in his style. But, on the same day that she had first met Tuck, she had agreed to go on a date with him. Y/N didn't know Lauren but by this account alone, she decides that she doesn't like her. She knew that Tuck and FDR had a very strong and tight friendship but she also knew how the love for a woman can destroy relationships. It happens all the time and seeing the way they're looking at each other, she fears this could happen with them too.

"You know what? You date her. It's okay." FDR then says to Tuck after he's finished talking with Y/N

"Really?"

"Yeah well, it wouldn't be fair to you." He says shrugging his shoulders

"What do you mean? You think she would choose you?" Tuck's ego has been bruised by his friend insinuation. Y/N knew that when it came to women and their current romantic situation, the boys couldn't be more different. While FDR had a way about him that somehow managed to make every woman want to be with him, Tuck was a sweetheart and hadn't really put himself out there since his divorce. Maybe FDR was right, he would probably charm his way into Lauren's heart or piece of underwear and Tuck would be left behind. It sucks to say, but it's probably how it would go, both Tuck and FDR knew it. Hell, even Y/N knew it but thought it to be complete bullshit. She never really understood how women keep falling for FDR when he's basically playing by the book. One look at him and you would understand that he's going to break your heart. Sure, he was handsome, Y/N could see that, but so was Tuck.

For Y/N it was really a no brainer when it came to choose between the two but apparently that was not the case for Lauren. Lost in her thoughts, she came back to hear that the boys were setting some ground rules to court Lauren?

"Wait, are you actually going through with this?" She asks hoping to get a negative answer. Was she the only one that realized the foolishness of this situation?

"Yeah, we are," FDR exclaimed angrily typing on his keyboard.

"Tuck?" Y/N then turns to her favorite, hoping that he could be more reasonable than his friend.

"Yes. Yes, we are." To her dismay, came his reply along with a serious glace while he too typed angrily. Ugh, boys.

Shaking your head you were sure to manifest your dissent about their reached agreement, walking out of their room. This was not going to be nice.

***

Y/N always like to be right about something. That was one of the reasons why she chose to be a C.I.A. agent. She knew what was best and wanted to make things right. However, in this case, she would have much preferred to be wrong.

After that day in their office, things between the two friends became tense. They had formed two teams, men that they had personally recruited to gather as much information as they could on Lauren. And of course, to sabotage the other's dates with her. While Y/N admitted that it was kinda fun to see FDR make a total fool of himself while describing a paint, she was also worried for Tuck. It seemed like he was starting to really care for this woman and she couldn't get her head around as to why. Yes, she was attractive but there were so many good looking women out there that don't date two guys at the same time. I mean, why would any of them want to be with someone that could be so double-sided?

She refused to take part in this absurdity and mostly kept to herself. Although she had a good relationship with them, she had always been closer with Tuck. She had admitted to herself a long time ago that she had a crush on him, but with his divorce first and now Lauren, she never found the courage to let him know.

"Hey Y/N." Turning around she saw Tuck walking her way. Speaking of the devil...

"Hello, Tuck." She greeted him back, without her usual chirpiness.

"What's up?" He tries to make conversation while waiting for his coffee to be ready.

"Nothing much. What about you?"

"Just managed to make FDR look like a complete baffoon, so I'd say pretty good." He says giving you that charming smile that made you smile back like an idiot.

"You're still on with that plan, eh?" She asked even though she knew he was.

"Absolutely. Wait- are you on FDR's team? Is that why you're not with me?" He asks suspiciously.

"As if," she scoffs at the insinuation," I'm on no one's team. This whole thing is stupid." Y/N finally speaks her mind to him.

"You think so?" He looks taken back and somehow that only managed to anger her more.

"Of course I do and I honestly don't know how you both don't see it. I mean, FDR is pretty slow I've always thought that, but you? You actually surprised me, Tuck."

"By the way you're saying it, it's not in a good way is it?"

"Why would you even be with someone that dates your best friend behind your back? She doesn't know that you two know each other so she's just playing it safe, leading both of you on until she makes up her mind. Sounds to me she's not worth the fuss you're both making." Speaking her mind had never felt so good, the only thing is that now she doesn't think she can stop.

"I mean, look at you, Tuck. You're a fucking catch! You're rather easy on the eye, you're smart, you're sweet, you're thoughtful. If she doesn't appreciate this enough to stick to you then it's her loss. You're certainly not losing anything by not ending up with her." Maybe by getting this off her chest, she has let on more than she wanted to, but she was happy nonetheless. Even if Tuck chose to keep pining after Lauren, ignoring what she said and what she implied, at least she had tried.

The awkward silence that fell between them wasn't expected and now y/n was feeling more nervous than ever under the scrutiny of those beautiful eyes. So, with a quick goodbye, she excused herself and walked away.

***

The next time she came across Tuck, he was whispering about something with FDR in the hall only to stop as soon as he saw her approaching. FDR turned around to see what had made him stop talking and when he saw y/n's silhouette disappearing in one of the rooms, he understood why his best friend was all about. A part of him, the selfish one, was glad that Tuck was taking a step back from this competition they had going on, the other one though, the one that cared deeply about his friend, was actually relieved to see him pining after someone that could actually return his feelings. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but he could swear that Lauren would choose him and while it was obviously what he wanted, he wouldn't have enjoyed it if it would leave his best friend heartbroken in the process. He had known y/n almost as long as he had known and while he hadn't the same tight bond he shared with the British man, he knew that she was a kind heart and could be very sweet despite her ability to knock a guy twice her size in two seconds. In a way she was the perfect fit for Tuck, he wonders how he had never thought about it before, it was so obvious.

Well, it's never too late for Cupid to strike, right?

Pairing the two together was easier than FDR first thought. Neither of them had the littlest suspicion about the other's feelings. Well, Tuck had thought about it but by the way y/n had been avoiding him since their last conversation, he had dismissed the idea without a second thought. For FDR it was so amusing to see, two of their best agent, completely clueless about the situation they had put themselves in. Smirking at the plan that was forming in his head, he started to make all the calls necessary to arrange it. This is going to be fun.

The plan was very simple actually, just try to create the occasion where both of them would have to spend time alone so they'll be forced to talk about it at one point. Or so he thought, the success of his plan was based entirely on that. Having arranged everything, he sat in the surveillance room, from where he could see everything and everyone. As planned, y/n and Tuck were both carrying out their tasks in adjacent rooms. So that when FDR would set off the alarm, they would be the nearest agents to the room where the supposed intruders are going to be. Knowing them, as soon as they'd learn their position, they'd sprung into action and volunteer to solve the problem. And that's exactly what happened, much to FDR amusement and satisfaction.

"I'm on it." Their voice came simultaneously through the microphones of the computers he was watching them on. Tuck met her outside the incriminated room and after a nod of agreement, she kicked the door open and they entered the room covering each other's back. The room was dark, there wasn't much to see, but they were on high alert expecting someone to attack them at any moment. Back to back, they were venturing far in, when the sudden sound of the door being closed and locked startled them. Looking at each other in the dark, they quietly walked towards it only to check that it was indeed locked. Figuring that it was the intruders that had trapped them inside, they went to notify their team.

"They've trapped us in here." Tuck let FDR know, none the wiser about the fact that his friend was behind this all.

"And that's how it should be." FDR finally came clean, enjoying Tuck's confused expression and y/n clearly fed up with him one.

"What are you up to?" y/n asked putting away her gun and relaxing her stance already catching on with the fact that there probably weren't any intruders.

"You both needed a little push, so here it is mate. No need to thank me." He said mainly speaking to Tuck, who immediately grasped what his friend was hinting to. Groaning a little, he swore under his breath, frustrated at his friend antics but at the same time grateful that he had given him a little nudge in the right direction. Not that he had to know that

"What's he on about?" y/n's defeated voice snapped him out of his reverie.

Come on Tuck, now's your time. You can do it, mate.

"Oh, you know FDR. He's always on to something. This time though, I might know what he's up to." Taking his time, he strolled over where he thought she should be. Not that y/n could see him, but being nice to her made this all more intimate he thought.

"Is it something that I'd want to know?" Her voice worked as an indicator of her position and so far she was pretty close to him. An arm away, he guessed.

"I think so, yeah. I'd like to know if you'd like to come to a date with us?"

"And why would I want to be the fourth wheel? " As a matter of fact, she pointed out. She thought she had made it abundantly clear that she wasn't a fan of this situation they had put themselves in. Apparently not, she thought.

"That's not what you'd be doing, darling. I was thinking more of a double date situation. If you're okay with it, that it is."

Okay, this was something she hadn't seen coming. Was he asking her out? But then what about Lauren? Wasn't he all hellbent to conquer her heart?

"I'm not sure I'd like to go on a date with FDR. He's handsome and all but not really my type." She said playing coy, wanting to lure him out and be upfront about it. She wasn't going to let it be all mysterious and vague. Game time was over.

"I'm not sure I'd like that either," Tuck admitted letting out a small chuckle playing along, "that's why you'd be going on a date with me." He finally said.

If there was even the smallest amount of light, she was sure that Tuck would be creeped out by how big she was smiling. Y/n couldn't believe her ears. She'd been waiting to hear these words for what it felt like ages. Was she really that blessed to be asked out by such a lovely, charming man, who she knows to be loyal and kind?

"Is this a situation where silence means yes or is it more like "I'm trying to find the right words to say no"?" Apparently, she had been lost in her thoughts for too long and now Tuck was questioning himself.

"This is one of those situations where you've been waiting for something to happen for so long that when it does, you can't believe it," Y/n voice finally filled the room, relieving Tuck of any doubts and making him blush a little. Thank god it was so dark in here.

"So, I'll take that as a yes." He concluded.

"Your intuition has always been your strongest asset." She joked trying to soothe the embarrassment she was feeling. What a fool she was, thank god that Tuck was such a gentleman that he didn't mention it.

What Y/N didn't know though, was that Tuck too was lost into his little world where a miniature version of himself was jumping around doing a happy dance from finally scoring a date with the girl of his dreams.

[sswwimagine]

Let’s Bet On It || George Weasley

Original Post: on ssimagines

Pairing: George Weasley x slytherin!reader

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Summary: You and George are really close even though you aren’t in the same house. You are a chaser on the Slytherin quidditch team. On the morning of your match against Gryffindor, you make a bet with George over who would win the game, but things don’t exactly end up in your favor.

Warnings: major fluff as requested, stubbornness, embarrassing moments, quidditch

Request: Hi! I wanted to request a George Weasley imagine x slytherin!reader in which they both play in their house quidditch team (she’s a chaser) and are super competitive so they make a bet. The one from the loser team has to do something embarrassing in front of the whole school but when her team loses George says that he doesn’t want to embarrass her and fluff

Note: I really thought this was a cute request, so thank you for that. They aren’t together in this, but they end up together!! This takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban.

This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.

Request/Taglist

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It was as normal as a morning in the great hall could be right before a quidditch match. Today was the great Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game. To say you were excited would have been a serious understatement. You were sitting at the Slytherin house table talking with your teammates about strategies for today. For the most part, you loved the game. The only real downside of it was that it often leads to aggressive competition between houses that you didn’t really like. You were more for the playful side of competition and you really pushed your team to taking the game less seriously and just have fun with it. That wasn’t always received all that well especially by Draco Malfoy who just viewed quidditch as another way to try to beat Harry Potter. 

When the conversation turned towards the crushing side of quidditch, you started to zone out and looked over to your “competitors” table. You saw the two, bobbing, red tops of your best friends’ heads. You smiled as you saw how animated they were about whatever story they were telling. You decided to join them. 

You grabbed an apple before standing up and making your way around the large tables to the spot in between the jokester twins. The two moved so you could sit between them without a second thought. You really enjoyed the company of the Weasley twins. They were joyous pranksters, and you loved that about them.

No one really minded that you were at the Gryffindor table because it wasn’t really all the unusual for you to sit with there. You weren’t really a fan of the whole segregation by houses thing especially between Slytherin and the rest of Hogwarts. Slytherin was always perceived as this evil group of people, but you didn’t believe a whole house should be described by a few people who came from it. 

Of course, you loved your house, but that didn’t mean that the other houses were awful. Just like your house, Slytherin, wasn’t evil, no house was what it appeared based on their very basic traits. You really judged people by who they were. For example, you weren’t Marcus Flint’s biggest fan. He was far too rude when it came to the way he coached your team. The littlest things like messing around with a fellow chaser, Adrian Pucey, got you in so much trouble that you had to sit out a whole practice while Cassius Warrington, who you were far superior to, got to practice in your place.

There were other people from other houses you also didn’t like. Percy Weasley being one of them because he was always getting you in trouble when you were with the twins. There was a girl your year from Ravenclaw, Juliet, who was always asking questions no stop in your arithmancy class. She made an hour-long class go into your lunch nearly thirty minutes more than once. There was also a boy in Hufflepuff, Douglas, a year older than you that would follow you around and ask if he could take your books all the time. No matter how many times you told him to back off he would follow you from class to class like a lost puppy. 

“You ready for the match today?” you asked George as Fred took over the story telling. He looked at you with large smiling eyes. You could tell that he was excited for the match today. As you took a bit of your apple, he brought his gold and silver goblet up to his lips nodding slightly.

“I can’t wait to beat you,” He said chuckling. You laughed heartily. You pushed your shoulder into his causing his goblet move and some of its contents to spill out. The orange juice splashed onto both your legs. 

Both of you jumped a little when the cold liquid made contact with your leg. You bumped into Fred on your other side. He stopped his story to look at the two of you.

“George, I told you needed to ease into asking her out,” Fred said. “When you jump right in, you scare the girls away. Play it cool, man.”

“Quit it, Fred,” George said. George’s cheeks tinted with red. It almost matched his pale red color. He reached around you to smack the back of Fred’s head. You looked between the two twins. Fred’s face was painted with a sheepish grin as he looked at his twin. 

Fred had this long-standing joke with no one in particular that George was into you. It really wasn’t funny because it only ever seemed to make George embarrassed and made you quite uncomfortable. Truth be told you really liked George, but you didn’t want anyone to find out. There was no way that he would lie you back because you were a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor. 

“Sooo,” you broke the slightly awkward silence that had settled between the three of you. “When my house wins, what are you boys going to get me to celebrate my victory?”

“As I said earlier princess, I can’t wait to beat you,” George said bumping your shoulder like you had done to his earlier. You shock your head taking another bite of your apple.  

“Yeah there’s no way your team will win against us,” Fred chimed in. You looked between them and rolled your eyes. There were so many things you could have said right then.

“You wanna bet?” you snarked back after swallowing. The small crowd of fourth years that were listening to Fred and George’s story before you interrupted were all now staring at you as you challenged the rambunctious twins. The deal had caught Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell’s attention as well. They were sitting across from the twins and somehow you hadn’t noticed them until now.

“I don’t think that is a good idea Y/N,” you heard from a few people down. 

You looked to find that Ron was the warning voice. He was the youngest Weasley brother and often got picked on by the twins. You had witnessed it too many times to count. You had heard numerous horror stories from Ron about their behaviors at home. You had a feeling you were about to hear another one. 

“The last time I made a bet with those two…” Ron trailed off with a look of horror gazing over his face. “Let’s just say that they always win their bets. I’m pretty sure they cheat no matter what it is. Don’t put your stakes too high.”

The twins let out loud, bombing laughs that filled the surrounding area like a warm blanket. Angelina rolled her eyes, and Katie let out small chuckle. You looked to George who settled down and let a small smile grace his lips lightly. He placed a hand gently on your lower back. It was a feather light touch, but that along with his smile made your heart flutter. The touch was gone as soon as it came. He turned back to his place to shovel a bite of eggs into his mouth.  

“Okay, let’s bet on it,” George said after he swallowed his food and Fred settled down on your other side.

“And what Miss Y/N of Slytherin do you purpose the stakes be?” Fred chirped happily. You took a moment to think before concocting the perfect scenario. 

Fred took a swing from his goblet of orange juice as he waited for you to share your idea. 

“When Slytherin beats Gryffindor, you boys have to sing This is the Night by Weird Sisters at dinner tonight in the great hall,” You smirked as you took a big bite of your apple. 

Fred started choking on his juice cause a bit off it to splatter on Angelina’s fancy, she looked at him in disgust. You knew for a fact that Fred liked Angeline. 

There was a good chance his plan for asking her to Hogsmeade for the next trip were now damaged if not ruined. You gave Fred’s back a few hard pats to help him clear his airway. 

“If you will we will sing the Weird Sisters in front of anyone, but,” George started once Fred had caught his breath. 

“When Gryffindor wins, you have to ask Douglas the Hufflepuff out on the first date during dinner,” Fred finished. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see George tense as he brought another forkful of eggs to his mouth. You too stiffened. The idea grossed you out, but you were confident that Slytherin would beat Gryffindor. You had superior brooms, and you guy were on the field practicing as often as you could. You were more prepared for this. 

“Deal,” you said offering a hand to each of the re headed boys. They both took the hand offered to them and all three of you shook on it.

“Deal,” They said together.

“The score is sixty to twenty. Gryffindor in the lead,” called Lee Jordan.

You were flying in the air doing your best to avoid the bludger that was heading toward your head. You quickly swooped down to move out of the pathway of the flying ball. A beater on your team, Peregrine Derrick, hit the bludger away before its path changed to head toward you again. You nodded a small thanks before continuing on you path. 

“Fred Weasley hit a bludger in Marcus Flit’s direction.” 

You snuck a brief glance in your captain’s direction to see him be smacked into with a bludger hard. It took you a second to recover from the sight and you moved toward the Slytherin goal posts where Angelina was preparing to score. You quickly flew to intercept the path of the quaffle as it left Angelina’s hand. 

“Y/N Y/L/N has the quaffle.”

You rushed to the other side of your field maneuvering gracefully around bludgers headed your way. You went to throw the quaffle when you heard the Lee announce something you really didn’t want to hear. 

“Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!”

You felt your shoulders slump in frustration. You lost. Your team lost. Slytherin lost. You returned to the ground hovering just over it. You couldn’t believe it. You were struck speechless.

Fred landed beside you and pushed your shoulder. He was saying something but you weren’t understanding it. You couldn’t think of anything besides that you had lost. You were so sure that you were going to win this. You had put n so much work. You didn’t understand how you had lost. 

You didn’t even realize that you hadn’t moved. You hadn’t touched down. You still held your broomstick knuckles turning white, and the quaffle was tucked under your arm. 

Not only had you just lost this game, but you lost the inter-house quidditch cup for this year. If you had just been able to score more points. 

Slowly you lowered your broomstick the rest of the way to the ground and stepped off it.  You dropped the quaffle onto the grass and looked around the pitch the Gryffindor quidditch team was cheering with Harry on their shoulders. You looked at your team that was finishing the collection of the balls to put them away. They all looked disheartened. You looked back to the Gryffindor team and saw George who was watching you. He ran across pitch to you. 

“Hey are you okay?” He asked. His voice was soft and steady. You felt a warm hand on your elbow that slowly moved up and down your arm.

“We lost,” you said. “I was so sure we were going to win. I practiced so hard; I even practiced on days off. I practiced with you and it still wasn’t enough. I can’t catch a break. Now I have to go ask out Douglas. He just creeps me out.”

You felt tears running down your face. They were warm, but a hand came up to your cheek to brush them away.  That caused the tears to come down hard. The tears turned into sobs, and George pulled you into his chest.

“It’s okay, you did amazing out there,” He said as he ran circles up and down your back as you cried into his shoulder. 

He pulled you off the pitch and into the throngs of people heading back to the castle. He guided you along with him into a small unused staircase off the side of the pendulum. You sat down on the window seal and he sat beside you holding you. 

“I really don’t want to ask Douglas out.” You blubbered through your tears. “I know we made a bet, but he makes me really uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. Fred will understand,” he said over and over again. You kept sobbing into him. Tears drenched his shoulder and as gross as it was there was snot there as well. He didn’t seem to mind as he sat there talking calmly and rubbing your back and arm.

“Thank you,” you said after about ten minutes. You had stopped crying and used your sleeve to wipe your nose. You looked up at him from your spot under his right arm. He took his other hand and wiped the remaining tears off your face.

“I wish you had told me how you felt about Douglas,” he said; his voice got quieter after every few words. “I wouldn’t have made that bet. I wouldn’t have let make bet. I would have walked you to class more. I’m sorry.”

The two of you sat in silence. His right hand still ran up and down your arm. You watched students slowly trickle in until there were no more. You knew that it was nearing the end of lunch by now, but you weren’t ready to face your team who would put all the blame on you or Fred who would expect you to go to Douglas and ask him out. You just weren’t ready. George seemed to know that as he didn’t speak he just sat next to you. 

He placed a slow kiss on your head. When he pulled away you turned to look up at him. His features were softer than you had seen them before. He cared and that warmed you. He brought his left hand to your cheek and ran his hand under your eye slowly and gently.

“Thank you, George,” You said for the second time in an hour. He let a small smile dance across his lips. You felt his gaze shift between your eyes and your lips. 

“This is probably not the time, but can I kiss you?” George asked. His voice was breathy and seemed to dance around in your head like a wispy cloud. You nodded just slightly, but he got the message and shyly came in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It didn’t last for more than a second but ignited everything in you. When he pulled away, a smiled stretched across your cheeks. 

“This was worth the year and a half of Fred’s teasing,” He said chuckling. You let out a small giggle and brought your lips back to yours. Though you had spent almost twenty minutes crying over the stupid bet, you were glad you mad it. Had you not you wouldn’t be there kissing your dream guy, and maybe he would not have had the courage to confess his feelings that his twin had already spilled so many times. 

When you pulled away this time, you were more out of breath. After a few seconds, you stood up from where you had been sitting and stretched your stiff limbs. George did the same before catching your hand in his. Your stomach let out a small growl that signified you were hungry that you both laughed at.

“Can we go get some food?” you asked softly. He just nodded as he gestured for you to lead the way. 

“Can we do the kissing more often? I really liked that” George asked. You laughed at him as you pulled him out of the little staircase towards the direction of the great hall. 

“Yeah, we can as long as we don’t make any more dumb bets,” you say. He just nods furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

“Unless it pertains to a prank?” George asked. You thought for a second before answering.

“Unless it relates to a prank.” With that you walked to the great hall hand in hand.

[oneofiv]

Such a dirty, filthy word...GRIEF!

I am no expert but by life's infinite graces I am quite familiar with grief and the variety of coping mechanisms that come along with it. Welcome to my Ted Talk. Ok, serious face. I have been on this planet for a little over 33 years and in that time frame I have lost not one, but both parents and most recently and easily most gut wrenching my little sister Devin. If you are uncomfortable with dark humor and the concept of complete black hole sadness, I'd say turn around right now but really you should stay. Because these two things are eventually unavoidable. So buckle up babies!

Dad: 15 years old, stubborn, insecure, massive chip on the shoulder

Losing my dad was tough, for many reasons. He was the first. Uncharted territory. How does one go about living in a world where one minute you had two parents and the next you're down to one? Well more like half of one. Mom wasn't doing so swell back in 2001. She had a lot of demons (too many to go into in the post but trust me we'll get there one day). So now, I am the oldest sibling of a one parent household. Dad was the navigator, he was the one who knew the next step. I think this was the first time I felt completely and utterly helpless. I remember I was having a good day on September 27, 2001. My friend Brett and I went to the mall, I'm pretty sure I bought a purse from American Eagle. Back at home, sprawled out on my bed attempting to start some homework, the phone rang. It was my Dad's mom. You ever know something is wrong before given any actual reasoning? That's happened to me twice in my life. Once, 3 years earlier and this day. I knew he was gone. My grandma Alice asked to speak to my other grandma Carol (whom we lived with). She said nothing other than "Hi sweetie, can I talk to grandma Carol?" Thinking back on it there was no real shift in her tone of voice, maybe subtly but not enough to send red flags waving around in my mind. When it was finally said out loud that he was gone, I embraced the laminate flooring beneath me. An ungodly wail escaped my mouth. I became one with my siblings as a ball of overwhelming grief. A son without his idol, two daughters who wondered who would walk them down the aisle now? With that quick call the life that we had known was gone. He was gone.

Mom: 25 years old, still stubborn, still insecure, working on that chip, in a super unhealthy relationship

We use to joke about how it would come down to the apocalypse and all that would remain would be the cockroaches, Twinkies and my mama. She had done so much damage to herself in her short lifetime that it was baffling how she made it as long as she did. But despite all of that it was still absolutely shocking when she really died. I was living 900 miles away from my family in Myrtle Beach when I got the call from my sister. My knees gave out, my ears starting to ring. I now have no parents. How does that happen? How do some people have both and I get none? Selfish, irrational thoughts like that one would soon consume my mind. In chaos we booked a flight back to New York but it wasn't for 24 hours. We can drive there quicker than that. We ended up using the credit for the flight back for the official goodbye a few weeks later. Guilt. Crippling, soul crushing, guilt. Could I have changed the outcome by being kinder to her? Were my siblings right? My tough love approach was falling on deaf ears? I didn't tell her I loved her the last time I saw her. In fact, I'm pretty sure I just scoffed at her. A month earlier we celebrated Christmas. In the week I was back home she never emerged from her room. Or if she did, I wasn't around to see it. I hugged my siblings, cracked some jokes and packed up the car to escape back down to the warmth. Halfway down the block, "SUSIE", my most prized possession was back in my childhood room, we turned around. And there she was, making her way down the stairs like the living dead. Ghostly pale, disheveled, with the saddest eyes I've ever known. A common site, unfortunately. No words were exchanged. A sarcastic breathe of air was my greeting. I will have to live with this. Realistically, I think my mom knew how much I loved her. She had to. I spent the better part of 15 years begging her to come back to us. If that didn't scream love, what did? Maybe actually telling her "I love you"? I do Mom. More than words were ever able to express in your lifetime. I hope I am like you when I have kids of my own. Seriously! Minus the obvious issues, I would be disgustingly lucky to be a fraction of the mother you were. I wish you knew.

Devin: 29 years old, not so stubborn, still insecure, chip is long gone, freshly laid off

...I don't want to write about this. I've never had a problem sharing my grief about my parents but Devin is different. Its still so new. Its never been believable to me. Plus to be actually honest about this one I would have to divulged some things that I would rather keep close to the chest. Because Devin doesn't deserve to be remember any other way than as the wildly funny, intimidatingly gorgeous, absolute lunatic that she was. All you need to know is that my little sister died 5 days after her 28th birthday. I was the last one to see her. She was wearing a "Finding Gerald" shirt (i.e. Finding Dory) and the last thing I said to her, as I touched her back, was "I love you Dev". This grief. This is the monster you hear about. The one that takes down others. The one that is so easy to get lost in. The one that makes you wonder if you should follow and leave too. When I think about her not being here my initial reaction is sadness, obviously. But that is shortly followed by a cocktail of guilt, anger, resentment, self loathing, loathing in general, bafflement, you name it. And its that cocktail that gets stuck as a lump in my throat. I can't swallow it. I can't allow myself to move past those feelings. I can shake off the sadness but not these. I am conditioned to sadness. These were new. I would, and I mean this with every single inch of me, trade places with her if I could. The world deserves Devin but more importantly Devin deserved the world.

When my Dad died I coped like most teenagers would. I hated my mom, my littlest brother was the bane of my existence, I discovered self harm (eventually to be replace with the more socially acceptable tattoos and piercings) and I fell in love with a boy. With Mom, as I was older and "wiser" I coped with booze and drugs and sex. The holy trinity! After Devin, I ate. A lot. I went from a squishy size 12 to a robust size 20. My interest in guys was minimal, I assume a side effect of my new padding. I like to think that I have covered the spread on ways to cope after losing a loved one. But the reality is I could have done so much more damage if wanted to. I could have become #4 on the Sheppard Family Tree of Death. Which, I have dibs on by the way. I refuse to outlive anyone else! Call me selfish but I am done losing people. I am feverishly knocking on all wood surfaces right now. I think another one would break me. And for good. I often wonder how it hasn't already. Am I stronger than I think I am? Or in a weird way does my inability to follow through with things also effect this aspect of my life? ← If you are curious what dark humor looks like, this would be a prime example. In other words, I am not suicidal, just super fucked up!

People have asked me how I do it, I assume they mean live with so many people absent. The only thing I have to say to that is, Quinn. The littlest of the Sheppard's, a full grown adult man now, but forever my chicken nugget. You think its been rough for me? Quinn was 5 when Dad died, 15 when Mom left and 19 when he lost his best friend. All of that before he could remove the "teen" from his age. If he can keep his head up and walk this earth without a massive grudge then fuck it so can I! This is a constant theme in our lives, perspective. No matter how bad its been, it could always be worse. The hardest day of our lives could be a cakewalk for someone else. This doesn't mean we're not entitled to grieve the way that we do but it also doesn't excuse us for being bad people. I refuse to let the loss of my family members allow me to treat others in a negative fashion.

I will probably come back to this topic time and time again but for now this is it.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Broken Like Me (Part 4) - Thanksgiving

Summary: The reader spends her first Thanksgiving with the Winchester family and it goes about as well as expected...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,600ish

Warnings: language

Thanksgiving Day

“Is this okay?” you asked Thursday morning. You had on jeans and a turtleneck, Dean chuckling at you.

“You were so nervous about this stupid scar,” he said, running his head over your head. You closed your eyes. Hadn’t you already put makeup on? “You don’t even have a scar you worry wart.”

“There’s a lot of makeup on it,” you said, Dean’s hand moving away.

“Well I don’t see anything,” he said.

“That’s the point,” you said. He hummed, waiting for you to finish putting on your boots and zip up your jacket. You checked yourself in the mirror once and grabbed your bag, Dean chuckling.

“Forgetting something?” he asked, picking up your beanie you’d been wearing everywhere lately.

“Nope, I’m good,” you said.

“Good,” he said. “Let’s get going. I got to sneak some of that pie before dinner.”

“Mom, I’m back,” said Dean as you followed him into a very loud house. There were a million shoes by the front door and Dean cursed to himself. “This place is like a fucking zoo.”

“Yeah it fucking is,” said a red head girl that was rounding a corner with a handful of chips, Dean cocking his head at her.

“Charlie. Language,” said Dean.

“I’m 18, De,” she said.

“I don’t care. Didn’t your dad teach you not to swear in front of guests and Uncle Bobby is your dad so never mind,” said Dean rubbing his temples.

“Uh huh,” she said, giving you a smile. “Hi. I’m Charlie. Are you De’s girlfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you said with a smile. “Just a friend. I’m Y/N.”

“So did you get the potatoes?” asked Charlie. Dean smacked himself in the forehead. “Yeah, you said-“

“Crap. Uh, I gotta run to the store fast. Charlie, keep the rest of the family from horrifying Y/N for me, would you?” asked Dean. “I’m so sorry. I gotta run. I’ll be back in half an hour tops.”

He was out the door and revving the engine to his car before you felt like you’d even blinked.

“He so has a crush on you,” said Charlie with a smirk.

“Oh, I know. We’re going slow right now though,” you said, kicking off your boots.

“He’s got good taste,” she said. You laughed, Charlie showing you up the stairs and into a bedroom where a big pile of coats and bags were on a bed. You shoved your phone in your pocket as you listened to Charlie talk a mile a minute.

You figured she was in high school or her first semester of college but then she was talking about a senior capstone project and coding some website and you realized Dean’s cousin was a little genius.

“I can barely get my email to work,” you said with a laugh.

“Oh no one can use that crap. It’s filled with bad code. So what do you do?” she asked. “I always talk too much.”

“It’s okay. I work from home. I run financials for a few small online businesses. It’s pretty boring to be honest,” you said.

“Yeah but you get to work from home. Plus you don’t have to take off your shirt like De to get paid,” she teased. “There were so many stripper jokes when he first went to LA. Poor guy. The Winchesters can be pretty vicious.”

“Charlie! Can you help cut the carrots!” shouted someone downstairs.

“Come on,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You can meet the rest of the nutjobs.”

Downstairs you followed Charlie into the kitchen, less people in there than you thought there would be. Mary was working over a stove, an older guy in a trucker hat drinking a beer as he stirred something and then there was another one drinking at the small kitchen table covered in snacks.

You’d never seen him in person but you knew that was John Winchester and the look on his face said he knew exactly who you were too.

“Charlie just for a second,” said the man in the trucker hat, turning his head in your direction. “Who are you?”

“That’s, Y/N, dad. Dean’s not girlfriend,” said Charlie with a smile. Mary whipped her head around and John’s face went blank.

“Hi,” said Mary, glancing behind you for Dean.

“Hi. Dean forgot the potatoes. He should be back soon,” you said, looking anywhere but at them.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked. You nodded, pulling up your collar a smidge when you felt John’s gaze on you. “John? Could you get that for Y/N?”

He hummed and stood up, going to the counter and pouring you a glass of red wine, the same it looked like Mary had nearby.

“This is awkward,” said John, handing you the glass.

“I can leave,” you said, setting the glass down nearby. You were already heading back down the hall when you heard heavy footsteps after you.

“Wait,” said John. You turned around, John looking over your head. “Dean’ll kill me if you go.”

“We barely know each other,” you said. “It’s not a problem if I leave. It’s your family.”

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he said. You nodded but still went to find your boots, John sighing. “Kid. Stay.”

“My being here bothers you though. It’s your thanksgiving,” you said.

“Yeah because I’m the reason you got hurt and seeing you reminds me that I did that to some poor kid,” he said.

“I’m going to leave now,” you said, turning around to find Dean walking in the front door.

“I got the last freaking bag,” said Dean with a sigh, holding them out to John. Dean looked between you and his father, narrowing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” said John, taking the bag. “Y/N was just looking for the bathroom, weren’t you?”

“It’s back that way,” said Dean, pointing further down the hall. You caught John’s face before he was back for the kitchen, Dean throwing his head back. “Everything okay? You met everyone yet?”

“No. I talked to Charlie for the most part,” you said.

“Ah, she’s a good girl,” said Dean with a smile. You headed back towards the kitchen, ducking in the bathroom for a moment before Dean was handing you your wine in the kitchen. You eventually settled in the family room, too many people trying to watch football, the Winchesters big fans of the Dallas Cowboys apparently.

“Is this what you do all day?” you asked Dean quietly.

“We watch football, then dinner around 4. Probably someone starts telling a story and we sit around talking and drinking until we get hungry again,” he said. “We’ll probably toss around a football in the backyard at some point. You bored already?”

“No, just not what I imagined,” you said.

“Hm,” said Dean, nodding his head. He leaned forward and turned off the TV, getting a lot of shouts. “Outside. Come on. Time for some real football.”

A group of younger people got up and started to throw on coats and boots, Dean eventually showing you outside to the yard, one of his uncles grumbling at him as he turned on the TV again.

“It’s not tackle or anything,” said Dean as you zipped up your coat. “Two hand touch.”

“We did flag football in gym class,” you said.

“It’s basically the same thing,” he said as you followed him out the front door and around the house to the backyard. A guy a little older than Dean started talking to everyone, going over a few basic rules.

“As always,” said the guy, “No breaking anyone and no tackling, especially the girls. We don’t want a repeat of last year. Charlie.”

“What? My arm was broken for like a month,” she said.

“Behave yourself,” he said, turning to Dean. “You want first dibs?”

“Oh, no. You’re getting old there, Michael. You could use all the help you can get. You go first,” said Dean with a big grin.

“Sam,” said Michael.

“Charlie,” said Dean.

“Cas,” said Michael.

“Arthur,” said Dean.

“Nick,” said Michael.

“Ana,” said Dean.

“Jo,” said Michael. Dean turned his head to the little blonde girl nearby. “Jo, you want to play with the big kids this year?”

“Can we be team princesses?” she asked.

“Sure,” said Michael.

“Okay,” she said, skipping over.

“I’ll take Jack,” said Dean. Jack’s eyes lit up. “You’re seven big guy. Get over here.”

“Alright,” said Michael, a few of the older people with you going to the back deck, taking seats on the steps. You spun around and back at Dean, cocking your head as he walked over.

“You wanted to play?” asked Dean.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” you said, going to the deck and taking a seat. Dean watched you for a good long minute as other people moved around. Shit, this guy had a knack for when you were lying.

He didn’t say anything though and they started a game, letting the littlest kids run around with the ball and score a few times. They weren’t following any of the rules really but after a little while a few of the people with you called Jack and Jo to come inside. You thought it was over but Dean whistled for you to stay. You stood up when he waved you over, meeting you halfway.

“I’m sorry. I would have picked you first if I knew you wanted to. I figured with the accident you were taking things easy,” he said.

“It’s really okay,” you said. “I should go inside, see if your mom needs help with anything.”

“Come on, stay. Please,” he said, grabbing your hand. “I didn’t do it to be mean.”

“Why would you say that?” you asked.

“Because it was an accident and I can just tell you think I did it on purpose like I didn’t want you or something,” he said.

“I’m not some fragile thing you need to constantly reassure, Dean,” you said.

“You said you’ve never had a thanksgiving before. I don’t want you to walk away hating it,” he said.

“Fine. It upset me a little bit but I see your point and where your head was at so when I say it’s alright, it’s alright,” you said.

“We need to get at better at talking,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Don’t worry about me so much and we’ll be good, okay?” you said.

“Good luck with that,” he said.

“Hey, chip n’ dale. We gonna play or what?” shouted Michael, Dean tensing up. You heard a few laughs but it was clear Dean didn’t like that name.

“Well someone’s in a hurry to lose,” said Dean. You followed Dean over to your team of his cousins, saying the rules from before were actually in effect now that the kids were out of there. “Y/N, you focus on trying to get Sam. He’s the fastest runner out of all of them so he’ll get the ball probably.”

“Got it,” you said. You let Sam slip by you the first time but then you started to get the hang of it, chasing around after him and stopping him a few times, helping Dean score even.

“Kids! Come wash and warm up. We’ll eat in fifteen,” shouted Mary from the back door. You wiped your hand across your forehead to clean off the sweat. You froze up when you realized what you done.

You held back, Dean pouting when he saw you with your hand over your head.

“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” he asked, trying to move your hand away. “Let me see.”

“I wiped off my make up,” you said with a frown.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your other hand. He got you upstairs and into what looked like an old kids bathroom. He left for a moment and came back, holding out something. “It’s a hat. A gray beanie. I’ll talk to mom, she won’t make you take it off.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from him. Dean pulled the door shut and you moved your hand away. An ugly jagged thick line across your forehead was on full display. You washed off your hands and cleaned off your forehead. You had to take your hair out it’s bun, frowning as you glanced at it. You whipped it into a quick side braid and threw on the hat.

God, now you looked even younger than Charlie.

You sucked it up and went downstairs, Dean handing you a beer you gladly took.

“You look cute,” he said, fingers playing with the end of your hair.

“I look like I’m twelve,” you said.

“No, you definitely do not,” he said with a smirk. “Mom won’t say anything.”

“What did you say to her?” you said.

“I said you’re still recovering and to not make a fuss,” said Dean.

“I look okay?” you asked.

“You’re great,” he said. “Let’s grab a seat.”

Five minutes later everyone was telling you to go first in line, that you were the guest. You looked back to Dean for help.

“Let you old timers go first,” said Dean, pulling you farther back in line with him. Eventually you got the gist of it, that you piled way more food than you could eat on your plate and when you somehow did eat all of that, you got up and went back for seconds. It was all homemade and it was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever eaten in your life.

Dean nudged you as you were finishing up your potatoes and you realized some people were looking at you.

“Uncle Bobby asked if you were a model too,” said Dean, a smirk on his lips that you knew he was loving.

“No. I couldn’t do that,” you said, glancing down.

“Yeah. Y/N has a brain. She said she went to college,” said Nick.

“Not everyone needs to go to college,” muttered Dean.

“All of us have apart from you,” said Nick. Dean scowled at him but didn’t say anything, the conversation moving elsewhere but Dean was quieter than you even.

“Dean, you gonna stick around home?” asked Cas after a while. Cas was about Dean’s age and from what you could tell, besides Charlie and the little ones, the only cousin that didn’t give him a hard time about his career choice. “I just got a place in the new complex near downtown. Nice one and two bedroom apartments. Pretty affordable too.”

“I was planning on staying,” said Dean. “At least for a while. Sam hasn’t kicked me out yet so I’ll probably stay with him until I figure everything out.”

“But who’s gonna take your pretty pictures in this middle of nowhere town?” said Michael with a laugh. “Don’t you like implode if you don’t post something on instagram at least daily?”

“Excuse me,” said Dean, standing and leaving his plate behind, a back door opening and slamming shut.

“Idjit,” said Bobby, slapping Michael on the back of the head.

“Well sorry. It’s not my fault he’s sensitive,” said Michael. You couldn’t bother to hide your scoff, the whole table looking at you. “He is.”

“There’s teasing and then there’s mean. You’re old enough to know the difference,” you said. “All of you are. He has a job that doesn’t hurt anyone and he takes care of himself. Why do you have to harass him over it?”

You stood up and went to the back door, Dean sat on the top step of the deck, arms wrapped himself in the cold autumn air.

“Hey,” you said, already freezing as you sat next to him, Dean’s toes curled up tight against the wood. “I think you cooled off enough. Come inside before you get sick.”

“It’s not thanksgiving if somebody doesn’t piss somebody off,” said Dean with a scoff.

“It’s sad to say this but I’d still take your family over mine in a heartbeat,” you said. Dean looked over his shoulder at you, giving you half a smile.

“You must really hate them,” he said.

“I don’t hate them. I’m just tired of them not caring about me. I think they only love me because they know they’re supposed to, not because they actually do,” you said. “Which sucks because I can’t seem to do that with them and I know I wouldn’t feel so shitty if I could just let it go.”

“Well that’s because you’re a good person that cares about other people,” he said. “As you keep saying, we’re not even that good of friends yet you’re the only one I see out here with me.”

“I may have told off Michael and your family a little bit,” you said. Dean started to laugh, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re awesome,” he said with a smile. “Well if it goes south in there, I say we screw this and go have the rest of our own thanksgiving at your place.”

“I thought you wanted pie,” you said, bumping his shoulder.

“Oh, at least one of those pies is coming with us if we do,” he said, bumping you back.

“Come on, inside,” you said as you stood up. “You got to be a popsicle by now.”

“Am not,” he said as he got up and turned around, the light from the house showing off his pink nose and cheeks.

“Whatever you say, Frosty,” you said, scooting him back inside. Michael was waiting in the kitchen when you got inside, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” said Dean.

“You think I’m a dick,” said Michael.

“It’s whatever man. Forget about it,” said Dean.

“She said I was being mean and she’s right. You used to laugh when I made a joke. Now you either glare or won’t look at me,” he said. “It’s been that way for years.”

“I’m having a weird day is all. It’s fine,” said Dean.

“I told you to cut that shit out when we were kids, Dean. If I’m an ass, tell me I’m an ass,” said Michael.

“Fine. You make me feel stupid because I didn’t go to college. I wanted to. I really wanted to. But Sammy wanted to be a lawyer since he was a little kid and mom and dad could never afford to send us both. So I made it easier by not going but even then Sam couldn’t afford it. His visit to Stanford is where I figured I could get extra cash doing the modeling thing and it worked. He’s a lawyer, he’s working for the DA and my parents aren’t buried in debt. That’s why the supposed dumbass of the family didn’t go to college. I honestly don’t see a problem with the way things turned out,” said Dean.

“You didn’t go for me?” asked Sam. All three of you turned around, Sam lingering in the front hallway. “You became a model to make money for me?”

“You didn’t really get that much aid, Sammy. You got some and scholarships but you needed books, computer, your dorm. Once you got to Law school I figured you’d be okay until I could get more to pay off whatever loans you had,” said Dean.

“I’m a grown man, Dean. I’m 26. That was not on you to take care of me. You don’t think I can handle it?” asked Sam.

“I don’t want you to worry, that’s all,” said Dean, holding up his hands.

“You just said you didn’t go to college so I could,” said Sam. “How is that right?”

“I got money, I can go to college anytime I want Sam. It’s alright,” he said.

“How much shit have you put up with and now it’s alright because I found out?” said Sam. “I don’t want you touching any of my loans. I will pay them myself, understand?”

“Okay,” said Dean.

“Is that why you’re my friend? So I wouldn’t sue?” you asked. You regretted it the second it came out of your mouth. Dean looked like whatever he’d been holding back in front of Michael and Sam finally broke apart. You hurt him. You really hurt him by saying that. “Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“Can everyone leave me alone, please,” he said, going upstairs, quietly closing a door. You followed after him, Sam and Michael on your heels.

“Dean,” said Sam, opening a door and you saw Dean sat on a twin sized bed, holding an old teddy bear in his hands. “It’s alright.”

“He thinks I’m stupid, you think I think you’re helpless and she thinks I’m some twisted asshole who fakes being friends with people for kicks. Alright is not the word I would use, Sam,” said Dean, Sam ripping the bear away.

“Well all three of the people you supposedly think don’t like you are all here so I think you might be a little wrong,” said Sam with a tiny smile. “I don’t hate you.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” said Michael.

“Again, I’d take your family over mine any day,” you said with a smile. Dean shook his head but you saw him crack a smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” said Michael.

“Thank you,” said Sam, patting Dean’s leg. “We’ll have a talk when we get back to my place later but you’re due for having a whole cherry pie to yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Dean was more relaxed once you were back downstairs, happily eating a slice of pie a short while later.

“You want some sweet potato pie?” he asked, holding up a forkful to you.

“Uh, su-” you said before he plopped it in your mouth. It was very good but you caught Dean’s littlest cousin Jack giggling at you. “Well who gave you a case of the giggles?”

“Are you Dean’s girlfriend?” he asked you.

“Sure,” you said with a laugh.

“I knew it,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Dean, grabbing some of the whip cream off his plate and wiping it on Jack’s cheek.

“De!” he said, Dean cracking up.

“It's a good look for you, Jackie,” said Dean, wiping some on your cheek. “You too.”

“Jack,” you said with a smile, scooting over in your seat and wrapping your arms around Dean, Dean playing along so his cousin could get him back. Jack took a whole handful of pie though and held it up. “No Jack that’s too-“

“Much,” said Dean, getting a face full of pie, laughing as it got all over him.

“Sorry,” said Jack with a new round of giggles. “You look funny.”

“You look funny, mister,” said Dean, picking him up and rubbing his cheek all over Jack’s. Dean had an arm around you, getting your cheek before you could even think about moving away.

“Look at the troublemakers,” said Dean’s Aunt Kelly with a laugh. “Jack, did you do that?”

“Uh huh,” he said.

“I bet you did,” she said, scooping him up. “Let’s clean you up before we gotta go home.”

“Bye De! Bye Y/N!” he said with a wave. “Christmas Eve?”

“See you rascal. Be good or Santa won’t bring you any presents!” said Dean with a laugh as his Aunt said goodbye and carried Jack out. “Seriously though, how much pie did he get on me?”

“A crap ton,” you said with a laugh. Dean pulled out his phone and turned it on selfie mode, laughing when he saw himself. You saw him take a picture when you were mid laugh and cocked your head.

“What? You look adorable,” he said.

“You look like a hot mess,” you said. Dean winked and you groaned, Dean laughing his ass off. “I hate cocky guys.”

“Good thing I’m a dork then, huh?” he said, digging into what was left of his pie.

“You two are so dating,” said Sam, poking his head in.

“Shut up, Sammy,” said Dean, smiling and spotting keys in his hands. “Heading out?”

“Yeah, I got work in the morning. I’ll see you at home,” he said. “See you around, Y/N. You survived your first encounter with the Winchesters.”

“Bye, Sam,” you said, giving him a wave. The house was starting to get quieter as people headed home, asking plans about Christmas and someone had to call someone else tomorrow.

“Want to head home?” asked Dean after you’d cleaned up and were resting your head against his shoulder. You yawned and he was back with your coat and purse in a minute. You said your goodbyes to his parents, quiet for the most part while Dean drove you home. “Sorry for all the drama today.”

“No, I had a lot of fun. Honestly,” you said.

“Well who knows, maybe by Christmas we’ll actually be dating and you can come to that too,” he said.

“By Christmas?” you asked. Dean smiled, glancing at your lips before he leaned over, more confident than the first time but no less sweet.

“Maybe before Christmas,” he said when he pulled back.

“Goodnight dork,” you said with a smile.

“Goodnight.” he said.

“Do you want your hat back?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Keep it. On one condition,” he said.

“Which is?” you asked.

“Someday, when you feel comfortable and when you actually believe me that you’re perfect the way you are, you’ll show me? So maybe you can start thinking you’re amazing too?” he asked.

Maybe before today you would have overreacted again. But if you’d learned one thing about Dean, a part of him cared about you. You were still getting used to that and you doubted you would ever want anyone to see how you looked.

But if somebody was going to get you to change your mind, it was probably going to be him.

“Okay,” you said with a nod.

“I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said with a smile.

“Okay,” you said. “Oh and, Dean? Sam loves you. Don’t get in a fight with him tonight.”

“No fighting. Just a talk. Thanks, sweetheart.”

A/N: Read Part 5 here!

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[ssimagines]

Let’s Bet on it ||George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x slytherin!reader

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Summary: You and George are really close even though you aren’t in the same house. You are a chaser on the Slytherin quidditch team. On the morning of your match against Gryffindor, you make a bet with George over who would win the game, but things don’t exactly end up in your favor. 

Warnings: major fluff as requested, stubbornness, embarrassing moments, quidditch

Request: Hi! I wanted to request a George Weasley imagine x slytherin!reader in which they both play in their house quidditch team (she's a chaser) and are super competitive so they make a bet. The one from the loser team has to do something embarrassing in front of the whole school but when her team loses George says that he doesn't want to embarrass her and fluff

Note: I really thought this was a cute request, so thank you for that. They aren’t together in this, but they end up together!! This takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban.

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It was as normal as a morning in the great hall could be right before a quidditch match. Today was the great Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game. To say you were excited would have been a serious understatement. You were sitting at the Slytherin house table talking with your teammates about strategies for today.

For the most part, you loved the game. The only real downside of it was that it often leads to aggressive competition between houses that you didn’t really like. You were more for the playful side of competition and you really pushed your team to taking the game less seriously and just have fun with it. That wasn’t always received all that well especially by Draco Malfoy who just viewed quidditch as another way to try to beat Harry Potter.

When the conversation turned towards the crushing side of quidditch, you started to zone out and looked over to your “competitors” table. You saw the two, bobbing, red tops of your best friends’ heads. You smiled as you saw how animated they were about whatever story they were telling. You decided to join them.

You grabbed an apple before standing up and making your way around the large tables to the spot in between the jokester twins. The two moved so you could sit between them without a second thought. You really enjoyed the company of the Weasley twins. They were joyous pranksters, and you loved that about them.

No one really minded that you were at the Gryffindor table because it wasn’t really all the unusual for you to sit with there. You weren’t really a fan of the whole segregation by houses thing especially between Slytherin and the rest of Hogwarts. Slytherin was always perceived as this evil group of people, but you didn’t believe a whole house should be described by a few people who came from it.

Of course, you loved your house, but that didn’t mean that the other houses were awful. Just like your house, Slytherin, wasn’t evil, no house was what it appeared based on their very basic traits. You really judged people by who they were. For example, you weren’t Marcus Flint’s biggest fan. He was far too rude when it came to the way he coached your team. The littlest things like messing around with a fellow chaser, Adrian Pucey, got you in so much trouble that you had to sit out a whole practice while Cassius Warrington, who you were far superior to, got to practice in your place.

There were other people from other houses you also didn’t like. Percy Weasley being one of them because he was always getting you in trouble when you were with the twins. There was a girl your year from Ravenclaw, Juliet, who was always asking questions no stop in your arithmancy class. She made an hour-long class go into your lunch nearly thirty minutes more than once. There was also a boy in Hufflepuff, Douglas, a year older than you that would follow you around and ask if he could take your books all the time. No matter how many times you told him to back off he would follow you from class to class like a lost puppy.

“You ready for the match today?” you asked George as Fred took over the story telling. He looked at you with large smiling eyes. You could tell that he was excited for the match today. As you took a bit of your apple, he brought his gold and silver goblet up to his lips nodding slightly.

“I can’t wait to beat you,” He said chuckling. You laughed heartily. You pushed your shoulder into his causing his goblet move and some of its contents to spill out. The orange juice splashed onto both your legs.

Both of you jumped a little when the cold liquid made contact with your leg. You bumped into Fred on your other side. He stopped his story to look at the two of you.

“George, I told you needed to ease into asking her out,” Fred said. “When you jump right in, you scare the girls away. Play it cool, man.”

“Quit it, Fred,” George said. George’s cheeks tinted with red. It almost matched his pale red color. He reached around you to smack the back of Fred’s head. You looked between the two twins. Fred’s face was painted with a sheepish grin as he looked at his twin.

Fred had this long-standing joke with no one in particular that George was into you. It really wasn’t funny because it only ever seemed to make George embarrassed and made you quite uncomfortable. Truth be told you really liked George, but you didn’t want anyone to find out. There was no way that he would lie you back because you were a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor.

“Sooo,” you broke the slightly awkward silence that had settled between the three of you. “When my house wins, what are you boys going to get me to celebrate my victory?”

“As I said earlier princess, I can’t wait to beat you,” George said bumping your shoulder like you had done to his earlier. You shock your head taking another bite of your apple.  

“Yeah there’s no way your team will win against us,” Fred chimed in. You looked between them and rolled your eyes. There were so many things you could have said right then.

“You wanna bet?” you snarked back after swallowing. The small crowd of fourth years that were listening to Fred and George’s story before you interrupted were all now starring at you as you challenged the rambunctious twins. The deal had caught Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell’s attention as well. They were sitting across from the twins and somehow you hadn’t noticed them until now.

“I don’t think that is a good idea Y/N,” you heard from a few people down.

You looked to find that Ron was the warning voice. He was the youngest Weasley brother and often got picked on by the twins. You had witnessed it too many times to count. You had heard numerous horror stories from Ron about their behaviors at home. You had a feeling you were about to hear another one.

“The last time I made a bet with those two…” Ron trailed off with a look of horror gazing over his face. “Let’s just say that they always win their bets. I’m pretty sure they cheat no matter what it is. Don’t put your stakes too high.”

The twins let out loud, bombing laughs that filled the surrounding area like a warm blanket. Angelina rolled her eyes, and Katie let out small chuckle. You looked to George who settled down and let a small smile grace his lips lightly. He placed a hand gently on your lower back. It was a feather light touch, but that along with his smile made your heart flutter. The touch was gone as soon as it came. He turned back to his place to shovel a bite of eggs into his mouth.  

“Okay, let’s bet on it,” George said after he swallowed his food and Fred settled down on your other side.

“And what Miss Y/N of Slytherin do you purpose the stakes be?” Fred chirped happily. You took a moment to think before concocting the perfect scenario. Fred took a swing from his goblet of orange juice as he waited for you to share your idea.

“When Slytherin beats Gryffindor, you boys have to sing This is the Night by Weird Sisters at dinner tonight in the great hall,” You smirked as you took a big bite of your apple.

Fred started choking on his juice cause a bit off it to splatter on Angelina’s fancy, she looked at him in disgust. You knew for a fact that Fred liked Angeline. There was a good chance his plan for asking her to Hogsmeade for the next trip were now damaged if not ruined. You gave Fred’s back a few hard pats to help him clear his airway.

“If you will we will sing the Weird Sisters in front of anyone, but,” George started once Fred had caught his breath.

“When Gryffindor wins, you have to ask Douglas the Hufflepuff out on the first date during dinner,” Fred finished.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see George tense as he brought another forkful of eggs to his mouth. You too stiffened. The idea grossed you out, but you were confident that Slytherin would beat Gryffindor. You had superior brooms, and you guy were on the field practicing as often as you could. You were more prepared for this.

“Deal,” you said offering a hand to each of the re headed boys. They both took the hand offered to them and all three of you shook on it.

“Deal,” They said together.

“The score is sixty to twenty. Gryffindor in the lead,” called Lee Jordan.

You were flying in the air doing your best to avoid the bludger that was heading toward your head. You quickly swooped down to move out of the pathway of the flying ball. A beater on your team, Peregrine Derrick, hit the bludger away before its path changed to head toward you again. You nodded a small thanks before continuing on you path.

“Fred Weasley hit a bludger in Marcus Flit’s direction.”

You snuck a brief glance in your captain’s direction to see him be smacked into with a bludger hard. It took you a second to recover from the sight and you moved toward the Slytherin goal posts where Angelina was preparing to score. You quickly flew to intercept the path of the quaffle as it left Angelina’s hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N has the quaffle.”

You rushed to the other side of your field maneuvering gracefully around bludgers headed your way. You went to throw the quaffle when you heard the Lee announce something you really didn’t want to hear.

“Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!”

You felt your shoulders slump in frustration. You lost. Your team lost. Slytherin lost. You returned to the ground hovering just over it. You couldn’t believe it. You were struck speechless.

Fred landed beside you and pushed your shoulder. He was saying something but you weren’t understanding it. You couldn’t think of anything besides that you had lost. You were so sure that you were going to win this. You had put n so much work. You didn’t understand how you had lost.

You didn’t even realize that you hadn’t moved. You hadn’t touched down. You still held your broomstick knuckles turning white, and the quaffle was tucked under your arm.

Not only had you just lost this game, but you lost the inter-house quidditch cup for this year. If you had just been able to score more points.

Slowly you lowered your broomstick the rest of the way to the ground and stepped off it.  You dropped the quaffle onto the grass and looked around the pitch the Gryffindor quidditch team was cheering with Harry on their shoulders. You looked at your team that was finishing the collection of the balls to put them away. They all looked disheartened. You looked back to the Gryffindor team and saw George who was watching you. He ran across pitch to you.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked. His voice was soft and steady. You felt a warm hand on your elbow that slowly moved up and down your arm.

“We lost,” you said. “I was so sure we were going to win. I practiced so hard; I even practiced on days off. I practiced with you and it still wasn’t enough. I can’t catch a break. Now I have to go ask out Douglas. He just creeps me out.”

You felt tears running down your face. They were warm, but a hand came up to your cheek to brush them away. That caused the tears to come down hard. The tears turned into sobs, and George pulled you into his chest.

“It’s okay, you did amazing out there,” He said as he ran circles up and down your back as you cried into his shoulder.

He pulled you off the pitch and into the throngs of people heading back to the castle. He guided you along with him into a small unused staircase off the side of the pendulum. You sat down on the window seal and he sat beside you holding you.

“I really don’t want to ask Douglas out.” You blubbered through your tears. “I know we made a bet, but he makes me really uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. Fred will understand,” he said over and over again. You kept sobbing into him. Tears drenched his shoulder and as gross as it was there was snot there as well. He didn’t seem to mind as he sat there talking calmly and rubbing your back and arm.

“Thank you,” you said after about ten minutes. You had stopped crying and used your sleeve to wipe your nose. You looked up at him from your spot under his right arm. He took his other hand and wiped the remaining tears off your face.

“I wish you had told me how you felt about Douglas,” he said; his voice got quieter after every few words. “I wouldn’t have made that bet. I wouldn’t have let make bet. I would have walked you to class more. I’m sorry.”

The two of you sat in silence. His right hand still ran up and down your arm. You watched students slowly trickle in until there were no more. You knew that it was nearing the end of lunch by now, but you weren’t ready to face your team who would put all the blame on you or Fred who would expect you to go to Douglas and ask him out. You just weren’t ready. George seemed to know that as he didn’t speak he just sat next to you.

He placed a slow kiss on your head. When he pulled away you turned to look up at him. His features were softer than you had seen them before. He cared and that warmed you. He brought his left hand to your cheek and ran his hand under your eye slowly and gently.

“Thank you, George,” You said for the second time in an hour. He let a small smile dance across his lips. You felt his gaze shift between your eyes and your lips.

“This is probably not the time, but can I kiss you?” George asked. His voice was breathy and seemed to dance around in your head like a wispy cloud.

You nodded just slightly, but he got the message and shyly came in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It didn’t last for more than a second but ignited everything in you. When he pulled away, a smiled stretched across your cheeks.

“This was worth the year and a half of Fred’s teasing,” He said chuckling. You let out a small giggle and brought your lips back to yours. Though you had spent almost twenty minutes crying over the stupid bet, you were glad you mad it. Had you not you wouldn’t be there kissing your dream guy, and maybe he would not have had the courage to confess his feelings that his twin had already spilled so many times.

When you pulled away this time, you were more out of breath. After a few seconds, you stood up from where you had been sitting and stretched your stiff limbs. George did the same before catching your hand in his. Your stomach let out a small growl that signified you were hungry that you both laughed at.

“Can we go get some food?” you asked softly. He just nodded as he gestured for you to lead the way.

“Can we do the kissing more often? I really liked that” George asked. You laughed at him as you pulled him out of the little staircase towards the direction of the great hall.

“Yeah, we can as long as we don’t make any more dumb bets,” you say. He just nods furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

“Unless it pertains to a prank?” George asked. You thought for a second before answering.

“Unless it relates to a prank.”

With that you walked to the great hall hand in hand.

[not-close-to-straight]

Better This Way (Chapter Eight)

Trigger Warning-- Another mention of suicide.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE ********************* The upside- or downside, depending on who you asked-- to being basically immortal was that time didn't really have a whole lot of influence on you.

Wade didn't necessarily think he was immortal, but knowing that there might only be one or two things in the world that he couldn't survive or regenerate from--- well that was pretty damn close right?

He never really paid attention to the dates anymore, it didn't matter what day of the week it was, or what month or anything really. Birthdays went unnoticed because he was almost positive he had stopped aging when his mutation was triggered, and holidays didn't matter because he didn't have any family or friends to spend them with.

So time-- time was sort of irrelevant to the mercenary.

That being said, the days and weeks following his last talk with Peter had been the longest, loneliest, most painful days of his life.

Wade wasn't even sure how many days it had been, to be honest. He just sort of sat on his bed and stared at the wall, or sat on a rooftop and stared down at the street, or sat in a restaurant and-- well anyway.

He certainly wasn't sleeping, or he at least he hadn't been sleeping until he started drinking and taking prescription pain pills mixed with sleeping aids. And then he wasn't sure if he passed out and slept or overdosed and died. It didn't matter either way, he woke up or came back to life just as miserable as he had been before so…so who cares, right?

After the first week he had stopped going to their rooftop, and after the second week he had stopped chasing the sirens hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar red and blue suit.

Spidey hadn't been around.

Three weeks in, and Wade hadn't even left his apartment in three days, couldn't say the last time he ate, and was all out of alcohol so he just stretched out on the living room floor, staring blankly at the television and whatever shitty sit com was on.

Four weeks in, and Wade's eyes snapped open one morning, a growl working it's way from his throat, his Alpha shifting and anxious inside him. Wade swallowed hard, trying to force it back down, stumbling to the bathroom to wash his face, staring in horror as the Alpha red took over the usual brown of his eyes.

“Goddamnit.” he whispered, and rested his forehead against the cool porcelain sink. “Fucking Omega, don't do this to me. I can't do this, don't do this to me.”

He knew what was going on, had been avoiding thinking about it weeks.

Peter had told him they had imprinted on each other, and Wade had been too nervous about sharing his heat, too amped on the scent of omega to really think about it right then. But after the heat, after their awful conversation, after Wade had spent a few days laying on his bed and hurting to his core because somewhere out there Peter’s heart was breaking, he remembered.

They had imprinted on each other. Which meant that their Alpha/ Omega sides had already claimed each other as mate, even if physically they weren’t mated yet. 

So Wade’s depression over losing Peter had been compounded by Peter's sadness, their bond affecting each other even without being in the same room. And Wade felt awful, because he knew if he had in fact overdosed on all those pills and died for a short period of time--- Peter would have felt it. Not as strongly as if they were completely mated, but still enough to probably put him in bed sobbing until Wade’s heart started beating again.

So now, with the Alpha red taking over Wade's eyes, with the way every inch of his body was tense, the way he couldn't stop growling-- well that could only mean one thing.

Peter was in heat again, which meant Wade was going to be stuck in a rut for the next twenty four hours. Hopefully only twenty four hours.  

Please god, let it only be twenty four hours. *****************

*****************

Peter’s heat had been brutal, and when the omega could finally drag himself to the shower and clean the previous twenty four hours off of him, he cried in relief.

This had been the worst he had ever had. After sharing his last one with Wade, then their fight, and the most emotional month of his life since Uncle Ben had died-- Peter hadn't been physically or mentally ready for his heat, and it had taken everything he had just to make it through without calling Wade and begging for him. About eighteen hours in, Peter had actually grabbed his phone, his thumb hovering over Wade’s number for several minutes before he threw the phone hard enough to shatter it so he couldn't give in and call the Alpha.

The Alpha that didn't want him.

It made him feel maybe the littlest bit better, in a terribly vindictive way, to feel the pain Wade went through, their partial bond letting Peter feel the emotional pain from the Alpha. There had even been once or twice when the pain had been so sharp that Peter thought his own heart would stop from it, but within a few hours it had eased and Peter could breathe again.

And now, sitting in the shower and feeling the hot water clean the heat off of him, Peter closed his eyes and let the tears fall again, rubbing over the spot on his neck that ached because there wasn't a bonding bite there like there should be.

On the plus side, it could only get better from here. The first heat without your mate was always the worst. Next month would be easier and the month after that would be even easier and eventually whatever partial bond he and Wade had made during the course of their friendship and closer moments would fade.

Eventually he would even be able to see Wade again, to patrol with him as partners and not want to scream. Once a bond-- even a partial one-- was dissolved, it never came back. If he could just make it through these next months, maybe the next year?- eventually it would be like he had never felt anything for the Alpha at all.

But for right now, it still hurt.

So Peter sat in his shower until the water ran cold, then collapsed into his bed, tears soaking the pillow until he fell back asleep.

And when he woke up, it was a new day and he was one day closer to not caring about Wade anymore. *******************

******************* “Sorry this is taking so long.” Peter said quietly, maybe a little awkwardly. “I mean, I didn't think it would be--”

“No, Pete it's fine.” Harry Osborn put his arm over Peter's shoulder and hugged him gently. “I can't believe we ran into each other anyway. It's been what, three years now?”

“Just about.” Peter smiled up at his friend. “Seems longer.”

“Yeah, too long.” Harry let his arm drop from Peter's shoulders to his waist, holding him lightly. “Lets pick up your new phone and I'll buy you dinner and we can catch up.”

“That sounds really good, Harry.”

It had been a complete accident, running into Harry at the newspaper stand.

Peter had stopped to look at a copy of the Daily Bugle, at the big picture of him and Deadpool slapping a high five together with captured robbers in the background.

The picture had been taken months ago, and Peter had loved it at the time, showing it to a overly proud Deadpool who had been so ecstatic to see something positive about himself in print for once that he'd actually bought an entire cake for them to eat.

Now it was splashed across the front page again, the headline asking where New York's Vigilantes were, and the article outlining the sharp uptick in crime since Spider-Man and Deadpool had apparently stopped caring.

Peter had flinched reading it.

Sure, he had taken a few days off right after....after everything, but he had been right back as soon as he could be. He'd even started patrolling during the day so he wouldn't sit at home and think about Wade.

But apparently Spider-Man just didn't cut it anymore without the Merc by his side.

“That's such bullshit. Spider-Man is good for this city whether Deadpool follows him around or not.” The man next to Peter had scoffed and handed over the money for a paper, folding it up and putting it under his arm. “The Daily Bugle has always given Spidey such a bad rap. I don't understand why--”

“Harry?” Peter had blurted, and the man had looked at him blankly for a few seconds before a completely excited and frankly giant grin had split his face.

“Peter Parker!”

Peter had put his hand out for a shake, but Harry had just grabbed him into a hug, slapping his back and holding him tight.

“Peter Parker, it is so good to see you. How are you?”

Harry Osborn didn't look like he'd aged a day, still standing just as straight, hair just as curly and eyes just as bright as they'd been the first day they had met in elementary school all those years ago.

“I'm uh, I'm doing alright.” Peter forced a smile, thrilled to see his old friend, desperately trying to keep it together in the presence of such a familiar Alpha. “Doing alright.”

“Are you?” Harry, as perceptive and sweet as he'd always been, cupped Peter's jaw carefully and stared into his eyes for a minute. “You look sad, Pete.”

“It was a while ago.” Peter promised and Harry's eyes lightened again.

“Well, can I walk with you? Where are you headed? Or can I call you later? Maybe we can have dinner?”

“I'm actually on my way to get a new phone so---” Peter cleared his throat. “If you want to maybe come along or--”

“I'd love to.” Harry announced and pulled his own phone out, putting in a quick call to what sounded like his secretary, telling her he would be out for the rest of the day. Then he had winked, that Osborn charm still just as strong as it used to be, put an arm around Peter's waist and started walking.

So here they were, waiting for Peter's new phone to be activated and just chatting quietly.

It was nice, the easy conversation and the way Harry listened to every word Peter said like it was golden. Even the constant touching was alright.

Ever since they were young, Harry had been a hands on type of guy. In elementary school he would nearly tackle Peter with a hug every time they saw each other. They even used to hold hands walking home from school, and it hadn't meant anything, it was just Harry being Harry and wanting to touch his friend.

Junior high and high school hadn't changed him at all, and anyone who was friends with Harry knew the Alpha just liked to be physically close. It was fine.

Once Peter had presented as an Omega, Harry spent even more time touching him, specifically, their relationship changing from that of friends to that of Alpha/Omega, with Harry's protectiveness come out more often. The Alpha couldn't seem to ever leave him alone, and while it had been maybe a little annoying in some instances, a constant reminder that even now most omegas were still treated as property, Harry had never meant anything by it, he was just… Harry.

Even after they shared a few of Peter's heats, and most Alphas would have considered that a claim on an Omega, Harry had never manhandled Peter, had never touched him possessively. He was just a hands on guy, who had always stepped away if Peter had asked him to.

Peter had never really asked him to.

Being held by Harry had always been the best feeling. Calm and familiar and easy.

Harry was just… a good guy. A good Alpha.

And being around him now was nice. Comforting to have an Alpha so close after such an awful few weeks.

So when the sales associate handed Peter his new phone, and Harry pushed Peter gently towards the door, his hand on Peter's waist, the omega leaned into the touch a little, walked a little slower so Harry would hold him a little tighter to keep him moving.

It was…nice.

And Harry looked pleased, glancing down at him fondly. “It's so good to see you Pete. Where do you want to go to dinner? Wherever you want, Ill buy.”

“Oh Harry it's fine. You don't have to--” Peter started to protest but Harry squeezed his waist lightly.

“Let me buy you dinner, Pete. You can get it next time, alright? Now where do you want to go?”

“Somewhere with steak.” Peter decided and Harry laughed, running his free hand through those curls.

“Sounds about right. Come on, then. I brought my car into the city, come on.”

They headed off towards the parking garage where Harry had left his undoubtedly expensive car, and Peter leaned a little closer to him, smiling when Harry just tightened his hold.

Then Peter got a whiff of Alpha, and not the leather and wine scent that he associated with Harry.

No this scent was dangerous. Electric.

Peter turned his head quickly, searching the crowd then the nearby rooftops for a red and black suit, hating himself for hoping, but unable to stop.

Nothing, though. He didn't see anyone. And there were so many people in the crowd, he would never recognize Wade even if he saw him, not without the mask.

“You alright?” Harry smiled down at him and Peter nodded.

“Yeah. I'm good.”

“Good.” Harry dropped a soft kiss onto his head and kept going, steering him through the crowded sidewalks.

Across the street, leaning against a streetlight, a tall Alpha in jeans and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and sunglasses firmly on watched them walk away.

*******************

[kellynkane]

The Story...from a Bride’s POV

So I created this blog because I wanted to share the WHOLE story from start to finish for whoever was interested. Our love story wasn’t all hearts and rainbows! There were A LOT of rain and stormclouds throughout our (almost) 8 years of being together. So please, continue on if you dare! 

***When I mention song titles during the wedding portion of this, please listen...to set the mood.

I’m going to keep the background pretty minimal, considering i’m sure a lot of you already know how we got to this point. This will be MAINLY the wedding day! (We didn’t have a videographer so I wanted to share from my point of view- THE DAY) feel free to scroll down to the wedding chapter if this begins to be drawn out. Look, i’ve never blogged before so cut me some slack!

So take it back about 7 years and 8 months ago...

(One of our first pics on those old flip phones that had to be turned around and taken in a mirror so you could see...)

We met through friends. I had gone to my neighbor’s house to hang and long story short Adam was there, we hung out, and the rest is history. When they say “head over heels for eachother”, that was what we were. I can’t even begin to explain the love I felt for this kid. (I say kid because that's exactly what we were...two young kids.) We were inseparable. I knew I loved him from the moment we introduced ourselves to each other. Crazy right? 

A short year later we had a baby. Mason Robert Kane. And this my friends is where things ‘got real’. You think you have your crap together? Add a baby to the mix and watch what happens...So basically the next 2 years or so were very rocky. Lots of ups and downs. This was what people would call the breaking point. But our point never ‘broke’. We certainly were pushed to our limits and maybe at times pushed OVER our limits but there was something that just never went away- our love for one another. It wasn’t having a baby guys, I know, I know...you would think this was a big part but it wasn’t JUST that. There was a much deeper connection that even to this day we question as to what exactly it is/was. It’s just something. Something that kept us hanging on, stringing us along all these years.  

Between year 2-5 I would say were the hardest part of our relationship. To our friends who were around, THEY KNOW. But hey, we’re humans. We were young kids when we met. Going through your early 20′s are the years where you actually grow up. They’re the years where you question who you are and who you will be as a human. You question your relationships with not just your significant other but friends and family as well. There are A LOT of ‘what ifs’ and ‘I don't knows’ during these growing up years. BUT these are the years that make EVERYTHING worth it in the end. 

So this puts us at about year 5 and a half. Just when we thought we were through the woods...After getting through some of the toughest years of my young 20 something life, we had ANOTHER baby. (Yes, we questioned our sanity as well.) He WAS an accident. Surprise, surprise. *insert crying laughing face. Or maybe just crying face* No, really Hunter Matthew Kane has added joy to our family we never thought was needed. Very difficult at times, but that’s for another blog post. Like I mentioned before: ADDING A BABY TO THE MIX DOES NOT MAKE ANYTHING EASIER. I REPEAT: “SHIT GETS TOUGHER!” but we made it work. You can’t run away from life. Choosing to have our children and continue on this journey of life together, was what we wanted to do. Did we fight? YES. Did we cry and question things? YES. But again, being able to persevere through all of that and come out on top...well, THAT’S what makes it worth it people! 

So (not-intended) long story short, fast forward to:

Sunday, June 18th 2017

The day we said “I Do.”

Those hard times we went through are what made our wedding day, the best day of my life. It sounds cliche but it truly was the best day of my life. I married my best friend, guys. The man I grew up (into an adult) with. The man I cried and fought for years with. The man I shared so many laughs and joyous memories with. The man who is the other half to my two beautiful boys. I married him. And he’s now mine, mine, mine. *Immature editing there.*

If you’re still reading this, this is where I want to lay out the day for you. Because in my eyes (and hopefully others as well) it was a freakin’ AMAZING day. 

Early Sunday morning I arrived at the venue with my girls. (Bless every single one of them because if it weren’t for them, we may not have actually made it to ‘I Do”.) We began setting up the venue and getting hair and makeup done. 

While I’m getting ready this is what was going on with my other half:

So now, it’s time...

It’s time to put on the dress and do the damn thang. 

The music begins:

***Jason Mraz- I Won’t Give Up

I’m watching from up in the bridal suite all the groomsmen take their places. Then Adam. My heart begins to pound. I watch my girls one by one begin to walk down to the pond. Then, my oldest Ring Bearer Mason and flower girl Gia begin to walk. Mason & Gia begin arguing (as usual) as SOON as it was time to walk. Mason is basically dragging Gia saying “COME ON, GIA!” while she is trying her hardest to throw petals saying “HOLD ON, MASON!” It was one of the funniest things to watch! 

Then, my Grandfather (who is so extremely important to me. He helped raise me from birth. I love that man with everything in me) pulls the wagon which has my littlest ring bearer- Hunter, and littlest flower girl- Renzi. Hunter holding a sign “Here comes the bride!” 

Now music changes:

***The Piano Guys- A Thousand Years

I look up at my Father- a man who I can honestly say, I have NEVER seen cry and I say “You ready?” and with that, he breaks. He begins to tear up and says “I’m sorry, i’m going to get emotional”. Well jeeze Dad, now i’m going to cry! We have to get it together! So after all the tears we begin to walk. 

At this point right here ^, this is what I see:

The man that I am 20 feet away from marrying, in tears. Full fledged ugly crying- tears. And that’s what makes me lose it...Hopefully he was crying tears of happiness and not “now I’m stuck with this crazy woman for the rest of my life” tears. I’m going to go with the first one just for my own sake! 

Here we stand hand in hand (which from the photo up top, I held his hands the wrong way (the manly way) and I’ve been obsessing on it since last week...but whatevs) Jason (who is actually the Godfather of our children and very close friend of the family which makes it even more sentimental to have him marry us...) begins his spiel and then it gets to the part where we exchange our vows. Let me break this down for you- I HATE BEING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. I literally contemplated dropping out of college when I heard I HAD to take speech 101...So you already know i’ve been freaking out about this part since I got engaged. BUT I can honestly say, (without being mushy gushy) as soon as I was up there with Adam, I felt like it was just him that I was speaking to. I felt SO at ease...So we said our vows and then we get to the exchanging of rings. Good Lord, I would be the one who messes that part up. It took me two tries AND reading off of Jason’s paper to get it right. 

After rings, Jason says the all too familiar saying: “You May Now Kiss The Bride!”

With that he announces us as the NEW Mr. & Mrs. Kane!

Music begins (Mind you EVERY song I mention has specific meaning to it. Our music playlist was IN DEPTH. Thanks, Scott Cash for doing a fantastic job!) 

***Eddie Vedder- Hard Sun

I take Adam’s arm and Mason’s hand. And Adam picks up Hunter and we walk down the aisle together. As a WHOLE family. Not just the Bride and Groom but as a whole family unit. Because that is what we are. We aren’t JUST a husband and a wife. We are parents. And more importantly we were parents BEFORE marriage. So it was important for us to include our babies when leaving the main stage. 

(Yes, Mase was crying. He’s an emotional little dude, just like his Dad. And I say little in regards to both Mase AND Adam.) 

Click, Click. 

Time to do what I know I do best- BE A MODEL! (I’m totally just kidding...I absolutely hate having my picture taken, I can selfie it up all day but when I have to pose without seeing myself, totally weird...)

NOW IT’S TIME TO PARTAAAY!

Music begins:

***Beyonce- Crazy In Love

Our bridal party including parents and grandparents get introduced! 

And because I love sidenotes: Adam and I LEGIT got in a HUUUUUGE argument during wedding planning because I wanted Nelly- Hot in Hurr for the entrance song and he was NOT ABOUT THAT life...so that didn’t happen (even though I think it would have been fantastic) but BEYONCE DID HAPPEN! I had to put my foot down for my guuurl.

THEN:

Music CHANGES:

***Rusko Remix- Jahova

I gave the DJ STRICT orders to wait until EXACTLY 30 seconds before he announces us in. THEN at 40 seconds (when the beat drops) we walk in!!!

I know, I know...we’re lame. But like I mentioned earlier, the playlist for the evening is based around songs that represent US! Back in the day 8 years ago when we thought we were so cool going to raves, that song was THE SONG that we loved. So THAT is why we chose it...just a little FYI.

(See that up there ^, that’s Adam doing his little rave dance signiture move. Me on the other hand, i’m just waving it left and right because I have no rhythm...)

Okay if you’ve made it this far God bless you  AWESOME THANK YOU! I’ve realized I have reeeeally strung this along so i’ll try and speed things up a bit! 

FIRST DANCE:

***Chris Stapleton- Tennessee Whiskey

FATHER/ DAUGHTER DANCE:

***Fleetwood Mac- Landslide

Quick sidenote: My Dad had probably a little more booze than he needed before this point so long story short...he was trying to dirty dance with me during our father/daughter dance. Oh well, it makes for a good story to tell!

I mentioned earlier about my Grandfather being a very important person in my life, so I knew it was only fitting to give him a little dancing action. He said “I don’t dance” When I leaned over to him mid-dance with my Dad. So I grabbed his hand and made him stand up with me. As we danced he tells me the story of when he first met my Grandmother (who passed away a few years ago) and how he asked her to dance and she told him he danced like a chicken so he never has danced since. After that, he begins to get emotional and tells me how he wishes she was here. Then we both begin to ugly cry together. It was beautiful. 

MOTHER/ SON DANCE:

***Van Morrison- Days Like This

FOOD:

Now it’s time to GRUB! Look they don’t call me Big Mama Kel for nothin’! I love me some food.To set this scene, we (as in MY DAD) had a whole roasted pig. Kind of gross...I was against it, BUT my Dad wanted it. He paid. End of story. It actually was pretty good!

Speeches:

Carley or should I say Carlaaay & Zack (Our best man and maid of honor) KILLED it on the speeches. Some of the most heartfelt words were said by both of them. They have seen Adam and I both at our best AND worst. So thank you guys. They honestly both wrote such amazing speeches, I was seriously impressed...BUT I have to say, the SURPRISE speech from MASON, was what took the show! He got up there with the mic and basically said how much he loved us and was so happy. Thanks for the added tears Mase! 

*Insert mic drop*

Lots of booze and lots of dancing AND lots of trips to the photobooth

Who in the world did I think I was?...

Beyonce...ALWAYS Beyonce.

Oh and lots of cooling off in the bathroom because it was so hot...hey, I’m really as modest as they come but a brides got to do what a brides got to do. That dress was freakin’ heavy and hot!

(No booze for the kids obv. Just added for cuteness factor! Well, and because they’re my kids duh!)

But can we just pause and take a second for this:

Oh and these too: 

(He spent probably the most time in that photo booth!)

Probably saying “YAAAAASSSS I’m married!” But then again, who knows. I had one too many at this point...

And last but surely not least- My Mermaid-of-honor. My best friend. Carley is the sister that I never had. So thank you for being my right hand lady through this entire wedding experience. I love you. 

CAKE CAKE CAKE

***Aerosmith- Sweet Emotion

This song had no meaning. They just say “sweeeeeeet emooooooootion” so figured it went with the whole cake cutting thing...

Thanks for smashing cake all over me...but hey, that’s what you’re suppose to do right? 

And a little bit of this:

Song Choice: ***Bad Company- Feel Like Making Love

Look at my Dad sitting back there...so proud to have been front row for such a wonderful experience...(This is high level sarcasm here) 

Garter toss & Bouquet toss-

Song choices were:

Garter Toss: ***Jay-Z- Big Pimpin’

Bouquet Toss: ***Beyonce- Single Ladies (of course)

And with that guys, that’s pretty much it. 

OH we played flip cup too, you know...keeping the wedding EXTRA classy! So with that... 

THE END!

For our Sparkler Send-Off song at the end of the night:

***Led Zeppelin- Over The Hills And Far. Of course we waited until 1:28 seconds (because i’m that type of bride, if you couldn’t already tell...) to run through, what should have been a tunnel but turned out to be a circle, of sparklers!

"Hey lady--you got the love I need. Maybe more than enough.

Oh Darling... walk a while with me. You've got so much... "

ADVICE: 

I know I have a TON of soon-to-be bride’s that I am friends with, so if I could give ANY advice at all through this whole process, it would be to JUST breathe! And don’t sweat the small stuff! Seriously…people aren’t going to notice how one flower arrangement isn’t set the way it should or that your ONE piece of hair isn’t laying right (and I can guarantee your significant other won’t notice either!)

Oh who am I kidding? I was sweating every small detail that was out of place and I probably would again if I had to do everything over. But if I could give ANY solid advice it would be to try and sneak away for a few minutes with the one you JUST married and look over your wedding and take EVERYTHING in. They aren't lying when they say your wedding day GOES BY FAST so try to enjoy it! Haha but other than that, just have fun and let loose with your Lovie. It’s YOUR time to shine lady! 

Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Re-living this day is amazing.

Love you all!

I would like to thank ALL vendors who were involved in making this day as special as it was. Please feel free to check them out!

Lead Photographer: Summer Mae Photography  www.summermaephoto.com

Photographer: Charlie Peacher Photography

Venue & Catering: Pond View Farm   www.pondviewfarm.com

Props & Floral: Vintage Prop House   www.vintageprophouse.com  

DJ & Photobooth: Scott Cash  www.scottcashphotobooth.com

Makeup: K. Marie Styling Studio  www.kmariestylingstudio.com

Hair: Kimberly Guercio 

Baker: Hollie Watts

*AND* 

 A BIG thank you to my Dad for making my dream wedding a reality! I know we argued a lot the past year, but you did good champ Dad! I love you. Also, a BIG thank you to Adam’s parents- Suzi & Jeff for paying for flowers and the rehearsal din-din! AND I COULDN'T FORGET: a big thank you to my Mama Bear for running around entertaining the littlest of the Kane clan- Hunter during the wedding. He sure does love his Mom-Mom and Adam & I both love you too, Mom. 

Now we’re off to Cabo! 

Toodles,

[life-is-a-signature]

My Story

I wasn’t going to write this, publish it, blog it, or even talk about it ever again but it’s eating me from inside and out. I’ve read that talking about it actually helps relieve hard feelings and anxiety you have from it. I’m not much of a writer so I will do my best to make it worth a read, I guess. I was in a relationship for over a year (whom I will call J) and it was a emotionally and physically abusive relationship for about 6-9 months. I still have a hard time recalling when it started getting bad or when the physical abuse started because it happened so often I can’t remember and there are times where I will remember something that happened that I completely forgot that did happen and it puts me into this anxiety crazed trance. The first few months I started dating J, it felt like bliss. He portrayed himself as a true gentleman, someone with good morals and who is an old school fashioned romantic guy. I’m not sure how I didn’t catch it early on (sometimes I wish I did but sometimes I don’t because now I can learn from this) because I can pick up other people’s vibes and distinguish who they are as a person. I guess I was just blinded by faith and ignorance. I should’ve known he was kind of a sore loser because he made no effort to want to finish high school and couldn’t hold up a job (blamed me for losing one of his jobs though he was the one who was late all the time even when I kept telling Him not to be) He had a terrible relationship with one of his sisters and could care less about her. He would get mad at me if I even spoke to her because he thought I was trying to have a better relationship with her than he did. It first started with manipulation and emotional abuse, sometimes gas lighting too (he always told me I said and did things which weren't true and eventually I started to question my own reality) The first time I noticed something was a little off was around the summer of 2015. We were out to dinner and I was talking about how I was so excited to start school in the fall and I was ready to start doing something I loved. He got upset, wouldn’t let me finish, and said he didn’t want to talk about it as it meant “spending less time with me” which he didn’t like. Around the same time, he developed a suspicion that I was talking to one of his good friends (even though he would always claim he had no friends which I believe was part of the manipulation) He had no proof to back his claim up other than this friend and I were online and offline at the same time on Facebook. It sprouted many arguments and this is were I started to have doubts in our relationship. This subject came up time and time again which led to him trying to sit us both down and talk to us about it. Even after we tried to tell J that nothing was going on, he was still suspicious for literally no reason. The first time I can recall where he went pretty psycho on me was Christmas Day. I had to work early that morning and I had gotten into a pretty big fight with my mom so already I was not in a good mood. J had to drive me to work since I didn’t have a car at that time. I had told him I planned on seeing my dad for a few hours before I was going to come over to his house. He fueled with rage and started screaming at me, saying I made plans to specifically spend the day with him and I was trying to blow him off/ditch him/etc. Even when I tried to calm him down and tell him it would only be for a few hours, it only made him more angry. At this point he was driving like a maniac and driving around in circles. I was absolutely terrified. I tried to get out anytime he would come close to a stop but as soon as I did, he would speed up or make sure I stayed in the car. When I finally did manage to get out of the car, he got out too and started to follow me. My job was right up the street and I was already late for work. He kept yelling at me to get back in the car and actually ran up to me, ripped my bag off of me, took my phone, got back in his car and used this as bait to lure me back in. I don’t remember what happened after that or how I got my things back because it’s quite a blur to me now, but I remember walking in to work and he kept acting like he was going to walk in behind me, but he didn’t. I didn’t speak to him until the next day when he called crying and apologizing but said he wouldn’t have gotten so angry if I didn’t piss him off so much. He still thought it was my fault so we just left it at that and moved on. At that time I really did think it was my fault and somehow he made me believe that we had plans and I just completely blew him off but now I know that’s not true. At this point, he was very controlling of me. He wanted most of my time to himself and if I wasn’t at work, I had to be with him. If I wasn’t, he’d get mad. I hardly saw any of my family or my friends. He convinced me that my family thought I was a terrible person and a liar (because he said he always talked to them and he thought I was a liar) He controlled who I was friends with and who I talked to. He would tell me not to wear certain things or he wouldn’t go out with me. He had actually stole a bunch of my clothes and refused to give them back to me (I still never got them back to this day) I wasn’t allowed to change anything about myself such as cut or dye my hair because “it’s not what you looked like when I first met you and I want to keep that imagine of you”, I wasn’t allowed to get tattoos or piercings either. He would question the littlest things about me or other things such as things I said (where did you hear that from?? You’ve never said that before!!) (who’s hair is this? This isn’t your hair! Why are there scratch marks on the wall? Why do you smell like a boy? Why are there footprints on your floor? They don’t look like yours!) All of these things ensued arguments and I started believe he wanted to see me mad or upset more than he wanted to see me happy. But he always had an excuse for his remarks. “It’s because I love you and I care. I don’t want anything to tear us apart” I was stupid enough to believe it and part of me felt sorry for him. The worst worst day I’ve ever had that I can remember. One night, J came over and an argument sparked over something like one of the remarks I stated above. My mom had already left for work so it was just J and I at the apartment. After while I had enough with trying to argue with him so I asked him to leave and he wouldn’t. I told him if he wouldn’t leave I was going to call the cops on him. This clearly pissed him off and he took my phone away. I tried to snatch it back from him to which he kept throwing me onto the bed or onto the floor. He had pulled my hair and actually ripped a huge chunk out. I tried to fight him off of me because I’m not about to let him do this to me and that turned out to be the worst mistake of my life. I was punched violently on every surface of my body, my hair was pulled some more, I was slammed onto the bed and he shoved my face into the bed/pillow multiple times to where I couldn’t breathe. If I tried to run out of the house, he would block the door and wouldn’t let me out. I tried to lock myself into the bathroom but he slammed the door open. I just remember screaming and crying telling him to stop, to leave me alone, to leave, why are you doing this just fu king leave me alone and go away. He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up off my feet and choked me against the wall screaming, “what the fuck is wrong with you?” over and over again. I couldn’t believe he was the one asking me this and I remember thinking, “this is it. I’m going to die, he’s going to kill me, this is my last night on earth and I can’t do anything about it” Still holding me up by my neck, he carried me or dragged me back to my room, threw me back onto the bed and smothered me with a pillow. I was on the edge of losing consciousness and he took the pillow off my face. I remember feeling extremely numb and I just stopped all together. He stopped and went downstairs for awhile. I debated whether if I should make an escape or not. I fell asleep I think or just stopped thinking. He came upstairs with a hot bowl of soup and calmly asked me to eat it. I refused to eat and this just pissed him off again. He kept demanding me to eat and said if I didn’t he’d pour the hot soup on my head. He almost did and I had no other choice but to try and eat. He also tried to make me drink water but when I refused he threw water into my face. Eventually the cops came knocking on the door and J looked terrified and told me to lie to them, to tell them I just found out I might be pregnant and I've been freaking out. I put on a turtleneck shirt so they couldnt see the marks on me. I was so scared that that's what I did but I don't think they believed me. I wanted to tell the lady officer so bad what he did but I was scared of what would happen, I felt more sorry about what would happen to him and I felt like some part of me thought that I would get arrested too even though he was the one hurting me. They left and J just started sobbing like mad, kept saying he was sorry over and over and over, and I just went up stairs not saying a word. He came upstairs and begged to sleep next to me and I was still scared so I let him. I didn't sleep at all that night. I felt sick and my body hurt so bad I could hardly move. I left for work early that morning and He kept trying to tell me he was going to pick me up that following day but I told him I wanted to be left alone. But would turn it around on me, try and say I was the one hurting him and he was trying to help me and calm me down. After everything that had happened, I was terrified to leave him. If he could be close to murdering me, what's gonna happen when I tell him I didn't want to be with him anymore?? I thought he could be capable of anything. Everything seemed pretty mellow after that terrible day and I pretty much thought that everything was going to be okay, I thought we were going to move past this. But a few months after that day, he started seeing a girl from his work and even after I called him out, he would deny it even though I had valid proof sitting right in front of his face that he cheated on me and yet, I still stuck with him because I thought I loved him and I still terrified of him at the same time. It didn't seem to get any better after this. I was always accused of cheating and lying. He always tried to pick fights with me. Then the second worst day happened. I'm sorry but I can't really recall most of the details or what all was said because I think I've tried to suppress most of it to the back of my mind. It was spring of 2016 and he waiting for me outside of my apartment complex when I got home from work. I tried to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore, I wanted to end things and he couldn't take no for an answer. When I tried to walk towards my apartment, he was right behind me and I knew then and there that there was no way I'm getting out of this. Like before I told him I was going to call the police if he didn't leave me alone and stop harassing me so he snatched my phone away and got back in his car and told me to get in. I told him not to drive off if I got in and he said he wouldn't, but as soon as I got in he sped off with me in the car. I kept yelling at him to give me my stuff back and to let me out of the car. This went on for, I think, 5-10 minutes and I just remember him telling me he was going to beat me bloody and dump me off in the middle of nowhere. He parked in some parking lot and starting punching me what felt like as hard as he could. I screamed at him telling me to stop, that he was hurting me, and I just remembered that my body basically failed me. I think I went into shock because I couldn't move my hands or my fingers, I thought I was paralyzed and this scared me shitless. I don't remember what happened after but he didn't even apologize, just kept saying that if I didn't act so insane he wouldn't have done what he did. He drove us back to his house and I had no way of communication and no vehicle so I was stuck with him until I had to leave for work the next morning. After that I didn't talk to him at all. He kept trying to reach out to me but pretty much just let it all drift away. He did break into my house Thanksgiving day and he said my mom let him in but I knew that was bullshit because she was at work. He kept telling me he wanted to talk and I wasn't having it. He took my phone away again, and I tried to leave out the door but he threw me into the couch (actually breaking it) and punched me over and over to where I couldn't breathe. He ran upstairs and took some of my clothes (because I later found out they were missing) and I ran outside and got a neighbor to call the cops for me. They did show up but J left before they came. I didn't make a report because I wasn't sure if I was able because there was no sign of forced entry. I still have no idea how he broke in that morning. A couple of weeks later when I was in the process of moving my things to my new house, I came across some of his things and i decided to be the big girl and drop them off. I was terrified driving to his house but his mom was the one who answered the door which made me feel better about it. I just gave her the bag of all of this things and got into my car. As I was driving away I saw J walk up with his hand held up like he wanted to say something but I kept on driving and I never heard from him since. Ever since that moment, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and I don't think I've ever been more happy in my entire life. I'm now in a relationship with someone named Nelson and he's absolutely the most amazing person I've ever encountered. I never thought I would be alive to see the day where I could fall in love and be happy once again but I did. I cannot wait to see where the future takes us because I fall in love with him more and more everyday. I think I might have some form of PTSD because I get really nervous when I'm out by myself, when I hear a car that sounds like his, I'm having dreams where he's hurting me again or holding me hostage somewhere. The dreams don't necessarily scare me but just piss me off more than anything because I want to push him out of my life for good but I think this is something that's going to stick with me for a long time. I hope whoever reads this, if you're in the same situation as I was in, please please please leave because it will never get better and they do not love you as much as they say they do!!!