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noteveryoneis · 2 years

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i built a home (for you; for me) aka Avatrice as Hogwarts teachers part 4/?

Literally crying as I post this chapter because I feel like you guys' expectations of me are waaaay too high and that you guys don't know that I'm actually a wild raccoon living in a dumpster and that you really have to lower your expectations because this is just a silly little fic that I write in my goddamn Wattpad drafts because this is the only app I know how to use to organise my shit Anyways. LOWER YOUR EXPECTATIONS I AINT NO SHAKESPEAR (SHEAKSPER? SKEASPAR? SLEEP I NEED SLEEP)

Beatrice doesn't understand why the spells to heal injuries don't soothe the pain too. Or maybe there are spells that do both, but neither Bernard nor her know them. Or maybe Bernard does, but decided not to use them on her.

She thought he was being kind — her big brother, her Bernard, the boy that stole her favourite doll after Father confiscated all of her toys when she was seven and snuck it back to her, putting a finger to his lips and telling her to hide it —, as he unlocked the door to her room during the afternoon, quietly making his way over to where Beatrice was hiding behind her chest of drawers, making her raise her head to look at him. He almost looked mad for a second, when he examined her swollen eye and the blooming bruises on her cheek. She can't remember why Father had gotten mad in the first place, perhaps she hadn't been fast enough to stop herself from letting out a witty comment, perhaps she had been looking at the burned holes in the family tapestry for too long, perhaps she had asked for her wand back.

Does it matter in the end?

Bernard healed her, making the bruises disappear and leaving her as good as new, to the outside eye, at least. For a single short second, she thought he was back to his senses, back to her, that he was going to tell her to hang on until he could find a way to get her away from here, away from them. But then her Mother had called, telling her she needed to get dressed for the soiree, and Beatrice had realised she had been the one to send him here.

And so here Beatrice is, wearing a dress even more ridiculous than last time, shivering in the cold air of the ballroom. She looks like someone's dead great aunt, just as she had whispered when her mother had had the amiability to ask her for her thoughts. Her mother had gripped her wrist, burying her nails in her flesh, and hissed in her ear: 'Behave. Do not disgrace this family again. You already know the consequences.', but she could have sworn she heard Bernard chuckle.

Beatrice is simply trying to survive through the night, one day at a time. One hour, one minute, one second. One breath after the other.

"Hi," a voice says, and Beatrice has to stop herself from jumping as she turns around, finding Chanel in a beautiful golden yellow dress, her smile fading away as she looks at her. "Mercy Lewis, what happened to you?"

"What?" Beatrice bites back.

No vulnerability. No kindness, no pity. Young's only inspired respect and fear. That was the law.

"You look... Like you're about to die, honey. Are you okay?"

Beatrice hates how kind Chanel is, how her voice just wraps her up in a warm embrace, and how weak she is to it. She hates that she's not strong enough to repair the broken window that is starting to let people into her family's empty house.

"I'm fine," she dismisses with a wave of her hand, like it's nothing, like she's not having trouble being alive. "I am," she insists when Chanel raises an eyebrow.

She wonders if Chanel can see through Bernard's spells — It's impossible, but people are not supposed to be able to levitate without their wands either.

Randall is charming an old witch in the background, pretending to listen to her talk about her lineage as Zori is stuffing food into her pockets, sending a look that says 'I dare you' to Beatrice when she catches her watching.

"Okay, well, Ava asked me to talk to you."

Beatrice whips her head back towards Chanel, pretending not to notice the girl's smirk, as if she knows something.

"What do you mean?"

"She's... Well she's gonna do something weird and kinda scary and she's afraid you might bolt so I'm supposed to stop you from running away," Chanel says, bringing her flute of champagne to her lips.

Fear swirls in Beatrice's stomach, her heart missing a beat in her chest. That information only makes her want to make a run for it, because what could Ava do that would scare her that much?

"Is she going to drop from the ceiling?" She asks breathlessly.

Chanel snorts out a laugh.

"I wish."

There is a movement in the room and Beatrice's attention drops from Chanel's smile to the staircase that conveniently stops right at the beginning of the ballroom.

For a few seconds, Beatrice forgets to breathe.

Ava is wearing a little red dress that shows as much tan skin as it can without being indecent, vulgar, but Ava makes it perfect, angelic. Holy, almost. She is beautiful, incredibly so, with her wild brown hair down her back, her red lips eased into a pout, her doe eyes sparkling under the lights of the chandelier.

If Ava had been born a god, Beatrice would have become a nun right away.

She slowly goes down the staircase, her hand into JC's elbow as he leads her down, his white shirt buttoned almost all the way up. Professor Vincent meets her at the end, presenting his hand to her and Ava takes it graciously, with her most angelic smile plastered on her face. Beatrice knows it's fake. Ava's smile is big and sunny and warm, and she's seen that smile so many time before — on her mother's face, on her brother's face, on the reflection of her cup of tea as her father read a journal with the name of a new dark wizard (Adriel) written all over it, on her own reflection in the window of the living room as one of her uncles tried to convince her she was only good for marriage — she practically learned every curve of it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the New Areala," Professor Vincent says, quietly, but somehow everyone hears and whispers swirl around the room as Ava smiles.

Beatrice has to stop herself from letting out a snort at the way one of Ava's eyebrows rises, JC tightening his grip on her hand like he's afraid she'll jump at Professor Vincent's throat.

"As you all have heard, Miss Silva here has shown prowess of magic for years now. She is one of the brightest witches of our academy, if not the most gifted, dare I say."

"You're too kind, Professor Vincent," Ava says, and her voice is perfectly controlled, malleable, sending shivers into Beatrice's spine.

JC looks away, looking like he is trying really hard not to laugh, and Ava pinches his elbow without even looking away from the crowd.

"There is a bright future ahead of Miss Silva," Professor Vincent continues, "And ahead of the whole wizarding world, if I dare say so myself. I truly believe that she will guide us towards a brighter future, just like many other talented witches and wizards have done before."

Somehow, Beatrice feels something akin to worry as she hears those words echo in the ballroom. Because there is something dangerous to this type of speech, something that the world has seen before and will keep seeing again and again until the end of time.

"Indeed," Professor Vincent announces, "Miss Silva comes from a long lineage of powerful witches that fought against the Dark Forces and she is, as some have guessed it, the descendant of Areala who will take up the family torch and end the fight of Good against Evil magic."

Beatrice hates how much his words sound carefully chosen, how this all seems like a well-practised show that is completely unlike Ava. But Ava doesn't know or she chooses to ignore it, instead staying immobile as Professor Vincent turns towards her, nodding. She pouts, frowning and fretting like a child that doesn't want to do something. Professor Vincent whispers something to her, and she rolls her eyes but starts walking towards the empty circle in the middle of the room.

Chanel gestures for Beatrice to take a step back, but Beatrice doesn't, clutching the fabric of her dress as whispers swirl around the room.

Ava takes off her heels, looking at Professor Vincent straight in the eyes — she will do what he asks, but under her own conditions —, and shoves them into JC's hands, making him almost stumble backwards, and Beatrice cannot stop the chuckle that makes its way past her lips.

Ava walks barefoot to the middle of the room, and Beatrice can hear a few scandalised scowls at her indecency, but Ava doesn't seem to care, throwing her hair back, smoothing her skirt.

She stands with both feet settled into the ground, her elbows at her side, her hands outstretched in front of her, palm to the sky, as if ready to receive a deity's blessing. Her gaze searches the crowd, finds Beatrice's.

Ava doesn't smile, Ava doesn't throw a joke at her. Ava opens her mouth slightly, and mutters a word that Beatrice cannot even read.

Every candle in the room dies suddenly as they plunged into darkness, a few screams of surprise echoing in the room. Beatrice clutches her dress in panic, trying to find something, anything, to hang onto, but light finds her before she does.

When Beatrice thought of Ava as the sun, she didn't think she would actually see her become one. And yet here Ava is, tanned skin producing a golden glow so strong the whole room is suddenly lit up, and Beatrice finds Chanel standing next to her, an unimpressed pout on her face as she claps lightly with the rest of the crowd.

Ava doesn't stop here. Her eyes are closed, but Beatrice sees her mouth a word, quiet against the rumours of the ballroom. All of the light leaves her body and shoots out of her chest, in between her outstretched hands.

Beatrice expects — and dreads — a Thestral, but it's a child made out of light that runs straight in front of Ava, before disappearing in a puff of sparks that fall like snow to the ground.

"Necromancy?" Beatrice breathes out, not even registering the words before they come out of her mouth.

"Worse," Chanel whispers next to her.

With one hand still in front of her, Ava gestures around, and this time the windows break all around them, glass falling from the ceiling as the crowd screams. Beatrice raises a hand to protect herself, to no need: all the shards of glass have stopped over their heads, still as they recover from their surprise as best they can.

Ava is still standing in the middle of the room, eyes closed, but her breathing is faster, erratic and hoarse. Beatrice expects her to change the glass into something, anything — sand, rain —, but it's snow that lands softly into her hair, and she can't help but shiver at the memory of the Dementors — and Ava's hand in hers.

Transfiguration.

As she looks up she realises that Ava is doing much more than that. The sun rises from where it had fallen, making its way backward into the sky until it falls again, and night envelops them before it starts again, faster and faster and faster.

Time magic.

Ava holds the sun in the sky for a moment, not even seeming to hear the exclamations of admiration, then releases it and it starts turning and turning again, rising and falling until it stops, back where it was.

Snow rises from their shoulders and out of their eyelashes, transforming back into shards of glasses that gather together to form a mosaic of broken glass. With a wave of Ava's hand, all of the cracks assemble and all is left are the windows and the glass ceiling just as they were.

Beatrice hears shouts and turns back to Ava, only to see figures of light make their way through the crowd to stand behind her, one after the other, in a long line of luminescent women. Ava seems to have lost every ounce of control she once had, her hands trembling in front of her as she shakes like a leaf.

The women take a step forward, merging into her, and Ava gasps as she stumbles forwards, opening her eyelids and the warm brown of her eyes is gone, replaced by a blinding light that is gone the next minute when she blinks.

Candles light up once again around them, and Ava straightens up, her hair hiding her face. She turns around, ignoring the gaping mouths and hesitant claps of the crowd, walks back to JC and rips her shoes from his hands, whispering something to Professor Vincent before making her way back up the stairs without a single look behind her.

A hand brushes against Beatrice's arms, and Chanel is raising an eyebrow.

"Breathe, Young."

Beatrice inhales a gulp of air through her open mouth, stuttering as she tries to regain composure.

Around them, wizards and witches are whispering to each other, some of them going as far as yelling, and Beatrice feels fear resuming its grip on her.

"What the Hell was that?" She grits out.

Chanel shrugs.

"Vincent needs people's support after the latest murders, Ava is just out of Castelobruxo, people still think she's a kid that wants the attention on her. And well... We can't fight when we don't have any weapons."

"Murders? What murders?"

Chanel looks at her up and down like she's never seen her in her life, and Beatrice crosses her arms over her chest in defence.

"Do you live in a cave?"

"Something like that," Beatrice mutters, thinking about the newspapers her father doesn't allow her to read and that she keeps trying to steal before he burns them.

"Eight wizards and witches dead somewhere in Mexico. They didn't even have time to draw out their wands. Women. Children," Chanel grits out. "With the sentence 'Praise Adriel' written on their forearms. The fucker is signing his crimes now."

Beatrice wants to ask why Aurors aren't doing anything, why the MACUSA or the British Ministry of Magic isn't doing anything, or even why Ava has anything to do with this, but her parents are approaching, and she shuts her mouth. She thinks about running for a short second, about shaking Chanel by the shoulders and screaming that this is not normal, but she can't.

She stays frozen and her Mother and Father make their way to her, and only when she realises that JC is standing next to them does she allow herself to breathe.

"The New Areala is requesting your presence, Beatrice," her father says, poison in his voice and curiosity in his eyes, and Beatrice looks at them all with wide eyes.

"Me? Av— Miss Silva wants to see me?"

Melanie has always told her that she was a bad actress, Beatrice thinks that she's been pretending since she was seven.

"Yes," JC says, interrupting her mother before she can even begin to speak, and Beatrice wants to laugh at that. "Just you," he adds, not quite looking at her parents but clearly talking to them.

"Alright, show me the way," Beatrice says, throwing her skirt over her forearm to walk faster.

"Beatrice," her mother hisses more than she says. "Don't be ridiculous. You need a chaperone."

And oh right, etiquette. Unmarried women are not allowed to be left alone in the presence of a man, blah blah blah. Beatrice fights the urge to roll her eyes, instead extending her arm towards Chanel, looking at her mother straight in the eyes as she says:

"Shall we?"

Chanel gladly takes the extended arm, and her mother gapes at her as they walk past her, but what can she say? Explaining why Beatrice cannot be left alone with a girl either would be defeating the whole purpose as to why she needs surveillance.

"Damn," Chanel chuckles as she guides her up the stairs and into a hallway. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Beatrice simply hums as an answer, too focused on the fact that Ava directly asked for her instead of finding a way to sneak her away. It was important.

Chanel stops in front of the door, and Beatrice sends her a questioning look.

"You're not going in with me?"

"Like JC said, she only wants you. Knock first, though," she says, turning her back to the door.

And so Beatrice does, knocking and waiting for a muffled 'Come in' to enter the room.

From what she understands, this place are some sort of MACUSA issued headquarters where Ava managed to drag her friends in with her, and even though there is a ballroom, Beatrice didn't expect Ava's room to be so big — 'Not everyone has chandelier hanging in their living room, Young,' Melanie had told her once.

Sure, it is modestly simple, and it's spacious and full of light but somehow it doesn't seem like Ava. Ava is messy, Ava is sunny and lovely and this room has too much space, it is empty. There is just a bed way too big for her in the centre and a couple of chairs but everything is too impersonal and it reminds Beatrice too much of her own bedroom.

Ava is sprawled on the ground, the little red dress thrown in a heap next to the door. She is only wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts, cradling a bottle of Firewhisky against her chest like it's a baby, and Beatrice instinctively starts folding the dress, trying really hard not to think about the fact that it is still warm under her fingers.

"English!" Ava squeals, before erupting into a feat of giggles.

"Ava," Beatrice greets back, putting the folded dress on a chair. "You asked for me?"

"Yeah," Ava slurs, wriggling from where she's seated. "All the others are meeean!"

She pouts, pressing a kiss to the bottle and Beatrice raises an eyebrow.

"Are you drunk?"

"Nah."

"Are you lying?"

At this, Ava seems to hesitate for a long second, and Beatrice raises an eyebrow.

"Yes," Ava whispers finally, like a disobedient child.

Beatrice doesn't know if she should cry or laugh.

"So!" Ava yells. "Whaddaya think?"

"Think of what?"

"The show! The magic and the — whoomp shee! — pizzazz!"

"Well, it sure was something," Beatrice says carefully.

"Ha! You don't think it was good," Ava says sadly, bringing the neck of the bottle to her lips.

Something is lying on the ground next to her, and Beatrice has seen many of those things before without figuring out what they are — they look like headbands with strange devices for the ears and cords connected to them.

"I think," Beatrice says, kneeling in front of her, "that you didn't do it because you wanted to, and that takes the beauty of it."

Ava nearly chokes on her mouthful, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"See? You see soooo many things and it's not fair!"

"How much have you had?" Beatrice asks, eyeing the bottle suspiciously.

"Not enough," Ava says, raising the bottle to her lips, but Beatrice grabs it before she can take a sip.

"Ava."

"English! Come on, you're no fun."

"I know."

"You don't know shit, English," Ava suddenly laughs, and Beatrice sets the bottle on the chest of drawers next to them. "Nobody does! Nobody knows anything or well, they don't care."

Beatrice kneels back next to her, awkwardly arranging her dress around her.

"Then why don't you tell me?"

Ava seems to really think about it for a second, perhaps she is wondering if Zori was right in her assumptions.

"I have to stop him."

"Who?"

"Adriel. He's a bad guy, a grade-A asshole, a dick. He needs to be stopped, and I'm just here, parading in my little dress, making a show of my powers so that those fuckers will help me stop him. Meanwhile he's killing people in the street."

She's playing with the cords of the things Beatrice doesn't know the name of, and Beatrice can only look from where she's seated at a reasonable distance.

"It's not your fault, Ava."

And Ava laughs, even though it's not funny, and Beatrice waits for an explanation that never comes.

"Alright," she sighs. "Let's get you into your bed."

"Nu-uh, gotta put that away first," Ava says, handing her the thing, like she doesn't trust herself to get up without falling back.

Beatrice fiddles with the headband, the little transparent box at the end of the cords.

"What is that?"

"'S a walkman. My mom. You put music in there," she explains vaguely, gesturing to the transparent box. "Top drawer, into the pink sock. You put it in there with the other tapes."

And so Beatrice does, opening the drawer and trying not to think about the facts that this is probably Ava's most cherished possession and yet she is hiding it, and that she trusts Beatrice to put it back in its hiding spot.

She shakes the thoughts away as she closes the drawer and walks back to Ava.

"Alright. Let's get you to bed."

Ava makes grabby hands at her as Beatrice bends down to put her arms around her waist, lifting her against her.

"Whooo you're strong!" Ava sings-songs as she leads her across the room to the bed.

Beatrice fails not to smile as she puts her into the bed, trying to move Ava to put the blanket over her. But Ava keeps trying to touch her face, giggling to herself.

"Ava, stop."

"But you're so pretty. It's not fair!"

"What is not fair, Ava?" Beatrice asks, trying to distract her long enough to grab the sheets.

"That you're so pretty and you're so kind and you say good things to me and it makes me want to kiss you."

Beatrice's heart stops in her chest, her body freezes in its spot, and for a second she is back in the darkness, back in the cold and the fear and Death. She wants to scream, she wants to cry, she wants to open the window and jump into the void and she wonders if she has ever felt that terrified in her life — she knows she has, but somehow, in the moment, it all seems insignificant compared to the deep and freezing fear that sets itself into her bones.

She grabs Ava by the shoulders, eyes wide with panic.

"Ava. Ava, you can't say that. You can't say those things."

But Ava just hums as an answer, her head lulling to the side --- she is already asleep.

"Ava?" Beatrice shakes her, but she doesn't react. "Ava, you can't say that. They'll kill you. They'll kill you, Ava. You can't go to the mausoleum," she chokes out, before being silenced by her own sobs.

She cradles Ava into her arms, begging for her to stop without knowing if her pleas are answered anywhere in the universe, like they never have been. When she feels the mirror cracking, she puts Ava back against the pillows, covering her with the blanket and stands on wobbly legs as she staggers to the door.

Chanel's face on the other side is closed and stern, her jaw is clenched, and Beatrice covers the door with her own body, ready to be brave, ready to be bold, if it means she can save Ava.

"Listen here, Young," Chanel says. "I get that we don't agree on everything, and frankly I don't know what Ava sees in you, but I won't sit there and listen as you say shit like that."

Oh. Oh, no.

"This is the 21st century, and maybe it's time that your family starts living in the real world, because that is some bullshit," Chanel spits out. "If you can't deal with the fact that the girl likes chicks, you better start moving away before I do it for you."

"It's not like that," Beatrice mutters out, before she can stop herself.

"Then what is it?"

Beatrice makes a mistake right there and then, standing in the lit up corridor in front of a girl she barely knows: she looks to the side, to the voice and the laughter they can hear from the ballroom. It only lasts a second, but it's enough; when she looks back at Chanel, the girl knows.

All of her anger melts away, her eyes turning sad and sorry.

"Oh God, no," she says and Beatrice breaks.

For a quarter of a second, she lets the mirror shatter and ducks her head as tears spill out, like blood from an open wound. Chanel wraps her arms around her, Beatrice grips the golden fabric of her dress like an anchor.

"It's gonna be okay, honey," Chanel whispers, but Beatrice knows it's a lie.

"Beatrice!"

Bernard rounds up the corner and Beatrice steps away from the girl just as quickly, building the mirror back to its original self. She is Beatrice Young. She is cold and she is sharp and she will be the perfect daughter, even if she has to die in the process.

Thankfully, Bernard doesn't seem to have seen anything, but he looks suspiciously at Chanel's absolutely destroyed face.

A part of Beatrice wants to punch some sense into her. If she doesn't get a grip of herself, her brother will know.

"Come, we're leaving," Bernard says, and Beatrice nods, stepping into his shadow as she follows him.

She turns back towards Chanel to send her daggers through her eyes, and the girl shakes her head.

She won't tell anyone.

Neither will Beatrice.

#avatrice as hogwarts teacher #ava silva #harry potter au #hogwarts au #sister beatrice #avatrice #ava x beatrice #warrior nun #save warrior nun

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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IT'S ME I HAVE SO MANY TESTS COMING UP BUT FOR NOW SCREW THEM THIS MAY ALSO HAVE ME GOING CRAZY OVER TS RED TAYLOR VERSION BUT I WAS MULTI TASKING IN A LIMITED TIME FRAME OK ANYWAY

dont do this jace

there is something wrong with raziel

if you raise him now...

He remembered how mad he had been at Alec when the man had decided to go to Idris and had hoped to ask Rafael to keep an eye on Max and Magnus.

It was an unfair thing to ask a child.

But now, he had asked the same from Selena.

He had asked her to look after Clary and Lexi.

DUDE STOP NO

I HAVE A BIO TEST TO LEARN FOR DONT DO THIS NOW

THOSE DAMN BLUE EYES

Max looked up at that, his eyes shocked - blue eyes that were different from David’s.

Max’s blue was the color of the deep ocean. David’s was the color of the morning sky.

But Jace loved them both equally.

But there was another set of blue eyes he loved.

Blue eyes that were the color of midnight.

Blue eyes that were now tired and worn and were threatening to shut permanently.

WE GET IT YOU LOVE BLUE EYES

NOW STOP WITH YOUR STUPID PLAN

“No,” Max said. “Everything is shit.”

true but at least we have red taylor version

“Crazy,” Max whispered and then stared at the duffle bag. “How are you going to take him to Idris? Do not put my brother inside a duffle bag!!!”

Jace smiled.

He remembered a time when both Max and Rafe had been small enough for Jace to put them in duffle bags and sneak them out to missions.

can we please use some time travel shit about now 😄

AGRESSIVELY SINGS ALONG TO RED TAYLOR'S VERSION WHILE ANGRY AT JACE

WAIT WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE AIN'T GONNA MAKE IT PAST THE DAY

stop nope nope nope

i think im gonna go study some biology now

i have seen too much in too little time...

i, prepare to be shocked, did not go to study bio but continued reading

NECROMANCY DOESN'T FIX ANYTHING

IT DOESNT

“If I find out, I will kill them myself,” Max said, Max, who had never killed anyone.

ah yes me

But love made you want to do crazy things.

Love made you a reckless fool.

TREACHEROUS BY TAYLOR SWIFT FITS THIS PART TOO MUCH

or maybe not and im just going crazy

“Holy shit,” Max gaped. “Where did you find it?”

“In my bedroom,” Jace chuckled. “I’m the guardian.”

“My dad is going to regret making that decision,” Max said awkwardly.

you bet he will

jace bouta be the next major character death i know it

OH MY GOD I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE TAYLOR VERSION JUST STARTED PLAYING

I REMEMBER LISTENING TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL THAT TIME AGO

oh right jace, death, necromancy, bad decisions

just jace and alec's brotp

He made sure Max looked at him. So, he raised the boy’s chin and stared him in the eyes. “This is a one-time thing, Max. I don’t want to do this. I need you to understand that. If there were another way to save Alec, I wouldn’t break the law or do something so reckless. But I don’t know what else to do. All I know is that I need Alec. The world needs Alec.”

bestie we all need alec

you aint special

“Max, I already kidnapped one son,” Jace pointed out. “If I take the other, Alec might actually kill me.”

Forget the assassin or the disease jace gonna die like this

i mean alec's gonna murder him, not raising raziel

ALL TOO WELL MY FAVORITE

oh right focus

“First, breakfast,” Jace grinned. “Then I go raise Raziel.”

sure just a normal monday

I FORGET ABOUT YOU LONG ENOUGH TO FORGET WHY I NEEDED YOU

THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE FROM THE FIRST TIME I EVER HEARD THIS SONG

BEAUTIFUL

OH RIGHT CAMILA AND DEMON ICHOR

GIGI AND ROMAN!!!!!

THE BRIDGE THE BUILD UP TO THE BRIDGE

MY FAVORITE PART

ok enough ts

JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE

THIS LINE

SO CAUSALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST

“You’re useless,” Georgia stuck out her tongue.

“But you’re not,” Roman said – his voice earnest.

get me a roman please and thank you

Usually, since they lived far apart, when he said cute things on the phone, she would bury her face in her pillow and giggle or scream or both.

But she didn’t have a pillow right now. And she didn’t want to scream and freak out the other passengers.

AWWWW

DUDE THAT DEVICE IS SO COOL

they are the smart duo and IM HERE FOR IT

I LOVE THIS SONG MORE THAN I WOULD ADMIT

“So, if I point this at Harry Styles and record him, you’re telling me it’s possible to have a have a miniature Harry Styles inside my pocket?”

“Or a sixty-feet Harry Styles,” Roman chuckled.

OH MY GOD GET ME ONE OF THESE IT'S SO COOL HE'S SO SMART AND I HAVE A LOT OF HAPPY FEELINGS INSIDE IM VERY HYPER AND EXCITED

“We don’t create things because they will be useful for someone,” Georgia said. “We create things because we can. You’ve created an excellent resource, Roman. Maybe someone else might find a use for it.”

THIS THIS THIS THIS

22 MAKES ME FEEL VERY HYPED UP I APOLOGIZE FOR THE CAPS

“Keep it. You’re always making stuff for other people. I wanted to make something for you.”

Georgia blinked.

It’s not like people didn’t buy her things or give her gifts.

But no one had made her anything – except for her parents.

For Georgia, making things meant something personal

Because you put a part of yourself into that gift.

Your love, your creativity, your mind.

You give them a part of yourself.

RIGHT??? PEOPLE MAKING THINGS FOR YOU IS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS AND AMAZING

I ALMOST DO I ASSOCIATE THIS SONG WITH AN OC

this is alice's song LEAVE ME ALONE

ok anyway

she leaped back and held out a scalpel.

THIS MENTAL IMAGE

“I’m basically 16,” Georgia said, who was totally 15.

AWWW

Camila I love her so much I have a huge crush on her I love her she's so smart and so amazing

and this making me consider taking up medical

WE ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

PLEASE THE ORIGINAL VERSION CAME OUT A FEW MONTHS AFTER MALEC'S BREAK UP

THAT NEVER GETS OLD

“So what?” Camila asked. “You injected this into yourself?”

“No. I ate it.”

“Why the fuck?” Camila asked in alarm.

Yup. that's our gigi

well you shouldn't experiment on guinea pigs either...

BUT YES DONT PUT ANJALI AT RISK

potentially i dont know im hyped up on too much dopamine

bad song choice...?

“When taken by mouth, medication does go to your blood, but it has to go through your digestive system first.”

HEY THAT'S ONE OF THE UNITS OF MY BIO TEST

STAY STAY STAY MY UNDERRATED BEBE

THE BRIDGE

THAT'S THE LOVE I WANT

“You people and your complicated histories,” Camila rolled her eyes. “If y’all are anti-vaxxers, just say it.”

LMAO

i think im gonna switch the song...

this is getting serious and im just realising

the science talk yes smart people i love

THE BRIDGE OF STAY STAY STAY-

they figured it out i am just so so proud

ok but you kept me like a secret when i kept you like an oath

i will go listen to the 10 minute version again-

the last time was a masterpiece but it got better

“Now that the angel blood is no longer dropping, it can start regenerating,” Camila told them carefully. “This means the immune system of those who are sick will be back to a functioning level again.”

“So they’ll be able to fight back the illness!” Roman said, looking amazed.

“Exactly!” Camila grinned. “That’s why you don’t get sick, right? You have a superhuman immune system thanks to your angel blood?”

“Yeah,” Georgia nodded. “Is this why I can see now? Because my immune system is normal again?”

“That’s my theory,” Camila nodded. “But your immune system wasn’t affected much in the first place. That’s why the reaction was instantaneous. But for someone like Anjali, it should take at least a few hours to get rid of all the effects.”

“A few hours?” Roman asked. “That’s fast.”

“I know, dude,” Camila sighed. “Y’all are lucky. Your angel blood is insane.”

IM SO SO PROUD

THEY DID IT

MY PRECIOUS

alright now tell alec

bestie better be the first one

AND HELEN

AND ANJALI

SAVE THESE THREE FIRST

“That is not all that you are – marks and weapons. You are people.”

this is going to save so many lives...

just...

very emotions

“Just some theories about how demon ichor can be useful for treating cancer cells,” Camila said, her eyes on the phone.

“Oh?” Georgia’s eyes widened.

“If it can act as a stabilizer for you, then it can do wonders for us,” Camila whispered. “Cancer works by flooding the blood with abnormal cell growth. If demon ichor can stabilize those abnormal cells, then we can…This can revolutionize medical research.”

im so happy

them

THEY DID IT

i feel like it's a little too early to celebrate but i still will

HOLY GROUND

i have turned it down to focus on the chapter BUT OH MY GOD

Georgia had wanted her ichor experiments to change the lives of shadowhunters.

But it seemed that it was going to change the lives of mundanes.

It didn’t matter really.

Georgia had only wanted to make a difference. She didn’t care if her work benefited shadowhunters or mundanes, as long as it helped someone.

you did it guys... gigi your demon ichor experiments, rafael your stupid determined will, roman the ultimate supporter and camila...oh my god mila you...

i dont even have words

she helped so much

ANJALI

NO NO NO

IT CANT BE TOO LATE

NOT THE BEST TIME FOR HOLY GROUND

wait this song when everything settles down...

but obviously the dead wont all come back

THIS SONG

idk dude

anjali

im crying

sad beautiful tragic fits somehow it does

anjali you cant die

YOU CANT I DONT CARE WE'VE LOST TOO MANY ALREADY

OH MY GOD MY CHILD ANJALI YOU'RE OK

IDK ARE YOU

LET ME HOPE

OH MY GOD YES TELL ALEC

WELL JACE AT LEAST HE DIDN'T KILL YOU

im crying just

they're gonna be ok

“What were you thinking?” Alec had yelled his heart out. “You could have died, Jace! Rafael could have died even more!”

“I was just-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Alec had snapped. “We wasted half a day looking for Rafael. We wasted our time and resources.”

“I was trying to save you,” Jace had said quietly, looking at Rafael. “I don’t care about anything else.”

Alec had punched him then, not holding back. And then he had hugged Jace tightly and told him everything was going to be okay.

rafael could have died even more- PLEASE WHAT

THE LUCKY ONE-

another oc-

“He is lucky I wasn’t there,” Magnus said from next to him. “I would have buried him underground.”

Alec turned to his husband and smiled. “You did blast him with magic.”

“Can you blame me?” Magnus demanded.

brb gonna go cry first

Magnus chuckled at that. “Lightwood women are something else.”

“Probably the only reason our family survived,” Alec chuckled.

true dat

Alec wanted to believe that. But for some reason, he couldn’t.

I THINK I WOULDVE BEEN PERFECTLY OK WITH THE FALSE SENSE OF HAPPINESS

WHY THE FORESHADOWING

PLEASE EVERYTHING HAS CHANGES IS PLAYING

NOT THE TIME

gigi reminds him of max...

ARE YOU OK ALEC???

Alec closed his eyes and braced himself. He felt the needle prick his arm and felt an explosion inside him.

He opened his scream out in pain, but the pain ceased immediately. He opened his eyes and saw that he was enveloped in Magnus’ magic.

“I got you,” Magnus whispered and squeezed his hand.

Alec held on tightly.

GASP

THEM

fine if they wanna die because they're too proud then so be it

those proud little shits

HELEN IS OK TOO

“Hey,” Alec said softly. “I am very proud of you.”

“Oh,” Georgia said, looking surprised. “Thank you."

“You have done something incredible,” Alec said, his heart full. “You should be proud of yourself too.”

WE GOT THE ALEC AN GIGI MOMENT WE DESERVED

fuck it's 3 pm i need to take a shower, study, complete my art project, and get ready for a dinner we're going to

is the chp long or is time slipping by too fast...?

i think it's me freaking over taylor swift and i didnt notice

OH MY GOD STARLIGHT

Rafael.

Rafael, I am so sorry.

My baby. I am so so sorry.

STOP

NOT TODAY

Rafael had dated a mundane.

Alec hadn’t known that.

He wondered what else the boy had kept from them.

He wondered why.

He knew he wasn’t the go-to parent when it came to discussing relationships and sex. He knew Magnus had taken over that role in the family.

But Alec had hoped that one day he would get to chat about love with his children.

He wanted to know about that part of their lives.

He wanted to know how they loved and how it made them feel.

But now…It was too late.

Max had lost David. And Alec had lost Rafael.

starlight is not helping anymore. i am now close to tears

It felt like he was cheating. It felt wrong to figure everything out without Rafael, who had started it all.

it does doesnt it...

BEGIN AGAIN

ANOTHER SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY OC

why does it feel he's bouta make an announcement

like how lexi did

just walked in and shouted she was gay

“And finally, my sincerest gratitude goes to Georgia Lightwood Lovelace and Roman Penhallow for making this discovery,” Alec smiled.

“YAS!” Emma yelled from the back. “Go, Team Lovehollow!”

Alec pointedly ignored that.

GXIUYDSCUUDFVIK EMMA

THE MOMENT I KNEW

after i give my last exam im gonna sit there the whole day and watch all ts mvs and lyrics videos

they are so beautful??

but i never got the chance to see them

“What’s more important than our home?” someone else demanded.

“My son,” Alec said, his voice raised. “I will attend Rafael’s funeral, and then I will depart to Idris.”

YES

oh right the funeral now

since the body is back

“Why would Asmodeus want to hurt your family?”

Well you see-

he's salty no one invited him to meet his grandchildren

so he killed one

IM SORRY-

EXCUSE ME WHAT

HE SAVED YOURE SORRY ASSES

HE GOT THOSE REPORTS

I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU ALL

None of them would be here if Rafael hadn’t broken the law.

im crying he doesn deserve this

ANJALI

I JUST STARTED SOBBING

GIRL AT HOME-

NOT THE POINT

max you're going to edom then

ok.

ok but come back

please

“What exactly is your plan? You’re going to kill Asmodeus on your own? Princes of hell cannot be killed, Max! No one has been able to do that! Ever!”

“Maybe they just didn’t try hard enough,” Max mumbled.

true

do it

STATE OF GRACE ACOUSTIC VERSION

MY PRECIOUS

“Max, you don’t have to anything!” Mina groaned. “Christ! Your family has a pathological need to fix things!”

they really do

“Hopefully it’s not a goodbye,” Max smiled. “I love you. You are the coolest person I know. Not the hottest though. That’s your dad.”

“Go to hell,” Mina rolled her eyes.

“Pun intended?” Max grinned.

“Fuck off.”

“As you wish,” Max said and opened up a portal.

don't die. please

“It is a terrible thing for a child to be separated from the parent,” Gabriel said, their voice pensive now. “Your brother has been separated from your family long enough. It is time for him to go. And it must be done properly. It’s a basic right – criminal or not.”

they're right...

grabriel...

you noice...?

oh god max

Max had drawn Rafe with a tail, something Rafael had grumbled about the whole time.

“But you said you wanted to be a warlock!” Max had said. “This is your warlock mark!”

“A tail?” Rafael had asked. “I want something cool!”

“A tail is cool,” Max had stuck out his tongue. “You look like a little monkey.”

AWWW

GASP

RONAN

NO NOT THE TIME

NOT THE TIME FOR RONAN IT'S MAKING ME REMEMBER RAFAEL

im not gonna change it though

ok but it would fit so much better if max died

max, bestie, i need you to die

nothing personal

i just found the perfect song

MINA TOLD THEM

“You think I am alive right now?” Max asked. “You think I want to live like this? Waiting for one of you to drop dead next?”

oh that one hurt

fights make me nervous

MAGNUS FOR THE LAST TIME STOP WRECKING ROOMS

that shit is anxiety

NOT HIS MAGIC

OH MY GOD NO

AYY BETTER MAN IS A GOOD ASS SONG

what the fuck

what what what

OH MY FUCKING GOD

HE'S IN EDOM

FUCK FUCK FUCK

ABORT ABORT ABORT

MAX GET BACK HERE

oh my god no no no

At this point I dont have anything to say...

Babes omg this was WILD cause I was reading this while I was vibing to folklore (we are legally not allowed to listen to other artists today)

SO I WAS LIEK LAUGHING AND CRYING LOL

Hope you is okay.

Take it easy this week and show those exams who is boss!!!!!!!!!!

#lbaf #thank you as always <3

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4kominato · 4 years

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A/N: just thought id write something a little more realistic to what id possibly do irl... the whole sex thing aint really my vibe (i admit, it is nice in fics though). its a bit ironic how soft and understanding ive portrayed Mei here 🙃 but idk, my brain really liked him for this fantasy for some reason ~ kuri

Pairing: Narumiya Mei x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff? Smut? (me… expressing my feelings?) - SEXUAL CONTENT

to save you all from disappointment...

[[ OVERVIEW ]] vibrator, male masturbation, fem!voyeurism

Word Count: 1,752

Today is one of those days that you just want to feel good. With the stress of school and work starting to pile up, you decide to reserve some time for yourself to relax and unravel on a day that your boyfriend said he’d be back late. Having been in just an oversized t-shirt and your panties all day, you don’t bother to undress, simply pressing the bullet vibrator that Mei had gifted to you a few months ago for your two year anniversary over the thin material of your underwear and letting the powerful toy effortlessly do its job. The bundle of nerves unravelling in your core has your toes curled and thighs quivering in anticipation of your much needed high, but you’re alarmed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door, making you scramble to turn off the noisy device.

“I’m home!” your vivacious boyfriend announces as he emerges through the bedroom door, “I was able to get out of practice early today!”

“O-oh! That’s good!” you answer nervously, watching as Mei changes out of his uniform and into more casual clothes. After tossing his practice wear into the nearest hamper, he immediately joins you in bed and pulls you into a quick kiss as a greeting.

“So what did you do today?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“Uh, not much honestly…” you mutter, awkwardly averting eye contact with the painstakingly oblivious boy.

“Did you at least enjoy your day off?”

“Mm… I suppose…”

Finally picking up on your uncomfortable body language, Mei scoots away from you with a worried look and asks, “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine!” you quickly assure, feigning a smile in hopes that he’ll drop the issue, but he doesn't. Pouting at you, he reaches out to hold your hand which is balled in a tight fist to conceal your bullet, considering you had nowhere else to hide it with Mei barging in so suddenly.

“Why are you clenching your fist?” he questions, caressing your whitened knuckles with his thumb, “Are you hurt?” Pursing your lips, you remain silent and unwilling to provide an answer for a brief moment, but when you meet his troubled gaze, you feel the concern radiating from his bright blue orbs and can’t help but feel bad for making him anxious over something so miniscule. Letting out a deep sigh you finally uncurl your fingers, releasing the cylindrical piece of plastic into your lover’s palm, which he recognizes immediately seeing how his eyes widen in shock.

“I was using it just before you came in…” you disclose quietly, unable to look at him directly.

“Oh… I’m sorry,” he replies immediately and places the novelty back into your care, “You should have said something earlier. I would’ve left you alone.”

“I didn’t want to just kick you out… Having you home early was a nice surprise.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it now then, alright? I’m going to start preparing dinner.”

Just as he climbs off of the bed, you blurt a quick “Wait!” before he can leave the bedside and you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest. “Stay.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, he strokes the back of your head with one hand and holds you in a tight embrace with the other before responding, “You don’t want to do it anymore?”

“Well… I was thinking…” you start, still hesitant about whether or not you should share with him one of your little reoccurring fantasies.

“You were thinking?” Mei repeats after a long silence, your cliffhanger spawning curiosity within him.

“Um, it’s… kind of embarrassing actually…” you murmur before leaving him hanging yet again.

“You can’t just say that and then change your mind,” he whines and pinches your cheek, “C’mon, just say it. The suspense is killing me.”

You can’t disagree with his point, considering you’d already opened your mouth, it’d be rude to back down now. If you didn’t want to tell him, you shouldn’t have said anything in the first place.

“I… I was thinking…” you start again, your reluctance to confess what was on your mind causing you to stumble over your words, “I-it might be… well uh… a little weird… b-but um… maybe… you can… y’know… use it on me…” Pulling away from his body, your trembling hand places the toy back into Mei’s calloused one, and while he quickly accepts it from you, his furrowed brows seem to portray a different message.

“Are you sure?” he asks lovingly, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to, but… would you enjoy it?”

“I… I’d like to enjoy it… I don’t know for sure if I will,” you admit, still apprehensive of the idea, but hoping you’ll muster up the courage to follow through, “I know it’s not much… but I think it might be good for us to share intimate moments like this together.”

“I’m already satisfied with what we do. You don’t have to force yourself to do more.”

“I want to… for you. Even if we don’t go all the way, I really want to let my walls down with you. It’s the least I can do with how understanding you’ve been over the course of our relationship.”

“How could I not be when I have the best girlfriend ever,” he smiles, cupping your face in his hands, “If you really want to, I’d love to do this with you, but if you aren’t enjoying it, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?”

Nodding up at him, he rejoins you on the bed and gestures for you to sit in his lap, so you do, positioning yourself in between his legs and without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your waist. Pulling you flush against him, he peppers soft kisses down your neck, making you hum in satisfaction at the feeling and roll your head back onto his shoulder, granting him further access and he’s quick to accept the invitation.

“I’m ready when you are,” he mutters against your neck between kisses.

“I’m ready…” you answer under your breath, unsure if there is actually truth in the words you’d just spoken. You’d already made up your mind about going through this and you had no intentions of backing down, but the nerves that follow are no joke, considering it isn’t easy allowing yourself to be so vulnerable in front of someone, even should it be someone you’re comfortable with.

At the sound of the obnoxious buzzing initiated by Mei turning on the device, you unintentionally tense up and he feels it, so he immediately turns it back off to check on you.

“Are you okay? You still want to do this?”

“Yes,” you answer quietly, reaching out toward the hand which held the vibrator and turning it back on, “I’m just nervous… but that’s to be expected, right?”

“Well yeah… but don’t forget that you can stop me at any time. Okay?”

Giving him a final nod, Mei proceeds to lower his hand between your legs, pressing the smooth surface of the toy against your clit. You jolt at the abrupt wave of pleasure that sears through your core, but it’s nice for once to be experiencing this while being held in the arms of the one you love most. Having him there somehow adds an extra warmth that you can’t really explain and on top of that, with him doing all the work, you can relax more than you’d normally be able to.

The feeling of him growing hard behind you only adds to the sensation, every twitch of his cock turning you on more than you thought possible, and with heat radiating from your sweet spot and a familiar tension rapidly building up below, you know you won’t last much longer. Entwining your fingers with the ones that lovingly encompass your frame, you squeeze tightly on his hand upon climaxing while the rest of your body convulses rhythmically in response to the sheer bliss rushing through your body.

“I love you,” Mei whispers, turning off the vibrator and setting it aside as you fall limp against him, gradually ascending from your peek.

“I love you more,” you argue breathily, pulling his arms tighter around you while you lay slumped against him, eyes still comfortably closed.

“Impossible,” he refutes with a peck to your cheek before trying to discreetly untangle his arms from yours and urge you off of his lap, “But if you’ll excuse me… I have things to take care of now too.”

“I wanna watch,” you plead, clinging onto his arm to prevent him from leaving the bed.

“Okay,” he agrees and frees his stiff member from the confinement of his briefs. The tip is glistening with pre-cum and you can’t resist swirling the substance around his engorged head, forcing a soft groan out of him.

He allows you to continue toying with the top half while his fingers encircle the base of his shaft, milking out more of his essence for you to play with, but you only indulge for a while more before finally withdrawing your hand and snuggling close to him, pulling him into a heated kiss as he starts to pump himself at a steady pace. Slipping a hand under his shirt, you trace over his tensed abdomen, your extra touch helping to entice his orgasm.

“Pull it up,” Mei speaks desperately, his voice raspy as his hand movements start to speed up. Recognizing his end is nearing, you do as he says, lifting the hem of his shirt to at least his chest and stealing one last peck from him before letting him chase his high.

“Fuck,” he grunts through gritted teeth, his brows knitted together and eyes squeezed shut while his hips jerk upward, his thick seed shooting out in thin ropes over his smooth abdomen.

You can’t help but admire his post-orgasm appearance for a moment before making your way to the master bathroom, retrieving tissues to clean up the mess. There’s just something about him lying there peacefully with beads of sweat on his temples and the sound of his labored breathing that gives him a different glow in comparison to his usual handsome features. It’s really a beautiful sight to witness.

Noticing your staring, a puzzled look forms on Mei’s face before he addresses it, “I know I’m handsome, but you don’t need to stare.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, playfully elbowing him in the arm making the two of you break out into a fit of laughter. It ends with Mei pulling you on top of him and pressing his lips against yours, but momentarily separating them to speak.

“I love you so damn much… I hope you know that I’d do literally anything for you.”

“I do, and that’s why I love you even more.”

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years

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Tommy & Ali

Chatting ‘bout Christmas, boy troubles, pregnancy AND THE FACT THE BABY IS TOTALLY NOT DREW’S LOLLOLLOL

Tommy: Oi! 😼 What you gettin da cos like even I feel cheeky considering socks for 2 years running Ali joined the chat 3 hours ago Tommy: I was gonna go full rivers of whiskey cept I'd probs drown myself in it before the bottle was in the bag 😂 Ali: So you should, elf on the shelf! Socks should only ever be an add-on prezzie, even if they're DEAD comical, like. Ali: Speaking of elf on the shelf, would you be willing to come round mine every day at the crack of dawn (aka JUST before the kiddos will arise like horrible demon krakkens from the depths) so I can arrange you in comical positions and situations? Ali: They love that shit. I on the other hand want to murder the CEO of whatever company/the high-key mum mafia that made this shit popular again. Ali: I've got me thinking cap on for the old man for ye...Hmm Ali: (and how rude to get cuffed for the season and not even get to the part where you get a bomb-ass present/someone to tout around the family functions...rude. You not actually at the bottom of a bottle quite yet though, yeah? Doing the obligatory welfare checkup here) Tommy: Excuse you miss money bags! 💰 just 'cause you're one of the rare artists who ain't starving like! some of us don't have boyfriends who cook or paying audiences Tommy: so yeah obvs! Gotta keep in shape just in case don't I? catch me pirouetting across your patio bitch Tommy: Green's my colour these days and red's always been signature Tommy: I'm alright (love you for asking!) how's you? Tommy: Genuinely Ali: Oh yeah, 'cos father will flip his shit if the price tag ain't AT LEAST three figs... 😏 Silly billy, and oi, oi! My student loan ain't kicked in yet ...I'm on a gap yaaaaaah though, darling, I've simply GOTTA act like a frivilous rich bitch. Deal with it, you're still the shady bitch of the fam, okay? 😘 Ali: Yaaasss, you're gonna have to drop a couple of pounds to fit in that teeny costume but a day in the life of a TRUE star init, babe? I believe in you Ali: Bet you didn't come here to be called fat, did you? How fucking cheeky is that forreal Ali: Colour of luck boy 🍀🍀🍀 Ali: Hmm, ngl I'm in a bit of a...situation, and I ain't talking I've forgot to order a turkey Tommy: Imagine...jog on old man just 'cause went for the quantity with the sprogs doesn't mean you'll get quality back soz Tommy: try it but good luck trying to get your little uns to deal with you being the spoilt one 😂 Tommy: well since I got the 🍀 its 🤞 Tommy: feckin hell has caleb forgotten kids are for life not just chrimbo again? Tommy: I'll deck his halls if he's being a prick Ali: That'll show him! That's what you get for bringing me into this world, whole lotta backchat and not an ounce of grattitude, take that! Ali: Join me 'cos I'm sure that's what mum feels I've got her Ali: We did Rio's first Xmas morning, and 2nd, at home! It really is Caleb's fams turn Ali: I can't help that its Junie's first, evidently I ain't planning this shit woman! Ali: #contraceptionwhomst? #pulloutnhopeforthebest #itswhatgodwouldwant Ali: And it ain't like we're not coming over for a second dinner, we fat as hell, get wid it and pass the gravy Ali: Catch me in the tesco throwing tantrums with Rio on the reg tbh #twocanplayatthatgamehoney #childrenraisingchildren Ali: Nah, although loving all the macho threats of violence when my honour is at stake as of late...Is my drama letting you live up to your full brotherly potential? Welcome... Ali: TMI, give a shit, but I'm late on and I've thrown up a few times, not from the mother's ruin, like Ali: hahahahahama'sgonnakillmeisn'tshe Ali: whatthefucklike Tommy: Who you kidding you're the blatant fave & lbr if the lord's got his specs on should be even more so for following her shining example like Tommy: honor thy father and mother and all that Tommy: who doesn't love a mini me Tommy: especially one who can sing every sperm is sacred with perf pitch Tommy: Amen! this aint 1850 pass the roasties gdi! Tommy: all we want for christmas is carbs Tommy: OH MY CHRIST NOT AGAIN Tommy: 😧 Tommy: I know you're on your gap year but no need to be so literal Ali: Ha, please! Not Tess Vickers' fave. Da's, obviously, as he is mine, (babe). You and Joe are the momma's boys, always have been, you needy little babbas. Ali: A woman who doesn't love herself...damn, too deep, reverse, reverse! Ali: You'd be surprised how annoying an all-singing-all-dancing constant reminder of all your best and worst bits is Ali: Usually the best, which is happy-making magic, but when its the worst...GOOD LORDT. Plus its a reminder of the same in your other half, and we all like to overlook that shit now, don't we? *sips tea* Ali: God I am gonna go HAM with my 'cravings' this Chrimbo...what timing! Maybe I did plan this after-all Ali: but no, I did not Ali: But yeah...this is a thing I'm processing, thought I'd drag you down with me 🤷 Tommy: I was gonna be all like not with him probs dead in a ditch and me one audition away from getting cosy in a cardboard box but I better swerve too dont wanna spend the season with the samaritans on speed dial Tommy: you and fraze are the success stories savor it Tommy: honey I've got a mirror Tommy: and near constant feedback from them in the know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: that's calebs chrimbo gift sorted then yeah? Ali: Lordy, I know we're Irish but there's no need to be that fuckin' maudlin, Tommo Ali: Oh, you wanted an idea for Da but that is SO Fraze's prezzie Ali: Just tell him that, all day. Money can't buy that kinda happiness Ali: The spirit of the Holidays Ali: Them in the know don't know shit Ali: I mean...gift or curse? Ali: We've only just got back on track, this is probably going to derail the whole damn caboose Tommy: everyone's a critic and there's only one shane macgowan I hear ya Tommy: I reckoned you meant a mirror for a sec I was like uh huh he's got that one covered love 😏 Tommy: Hey! That's mine covered 🙋 just repeat that back to me Tommy: those clueless cunts Tommy: Nah he'll be buzzing esp if he gets another girl Tommy: there's only one Rio but he's shameless ha Tommy: leave the cursing for ma she'll be doing plenty once she's done stuffing your stocking with contraceptives Ali: Mhmm, save it for the improptu karaoke when we're all feeling merry on the day, like Ali: Lmao, he'd live in a 360 degree view changing room if he could Ali: How millenial of us! Lets just gift each other with positive affirmations Ali: Maybe...Gah Ali: Whatever, whether he deals or doesn't, doesn't change the fact I am with child again and yeah, Caleb's reaction is the least of my worries Ali: I'm going to be going to Uni abroad with 3 kids...damn Ali: If I don't get locked away for my own good, of course Tommy: 😇 Will do Tommy: I reckon that's the goal when he 'makes it' Tommy: scrawl it on my personalised starbies cup and have done babe Tommy: You're grand it'll just be one hell of a plane ride Tommy: 🍀 & 🤞 Tommy: OH SHIT WAIT Tommy: the whole Caleb reaction thing has me thinking...not to be rude but Tommy: it is his yeah? Ali: It better be Ali: Aside from the Drew incident I didn't shag anyone else Ali: and we used a condom Ali: I mighta been several sheets to the wind but I hadn't lost my whole goddamn mind Tommy: thank christ for that Tommy: imagine trying to play happy families with that twat Ali: Amen Ali: Yeah that isn't the life I've signed up for Ali: Bitches forget I already got a ring on my finger, like Ali: Legal or otherwise Tommy: Beyonce is here for your union Tommy: good enough for me Tommy: low key proud of ya not to be an enabler but like Tommy: I'll happily hooray you getting Drew to put something on it too god knows where that fuckboy's been Ali: Thank you! I will take that hooray because I literally had to mum Ro's arse and tell her to do the same every time Ali: AND had to do it in such a way it didn't sound like I was saying as much, like, your boyf is a cheater and we all know it sweetie Tommy: ugh 😷 glad you did though I hear your next door nemesis had to get herself to the clinic sharpish & i don't reckon she'd spread gossip that'd make her out to be riddled Tommy: 🦀🐛 Ali: 🤢😤 Unsurprised on both their behalf there but low-key furious Ali: he knows how that bitch treats Ro, and always has done Ali: there's being a cheat with any random hoe and then there's that...is it me or is that next-level careless? Ali: To the point it looks like he's doing it to hurt her, I'm sure he's just ignorant but, like, what the fuck?!!? Tommy: RIGHT? Tommy: like I don't doubt she ain't telling him all the ins and outs of her childhood drama but still Tommy: even with more brains than biceps he's gotta have a clue or two Tommy: OOOPS ACCIDENTAL COMPLIMENT Tommy: I'm offended on my own behalf Tommy: almost as cringe as once thinking he was hot 🤓😳 kms Ali: Yeah but it ain't like he's not been here...and she's still a cunt to Ro now, so Ali: Tries to be to me but who's listening, Bitch I'm deaf all of a sudden??? Ali: Hahahahaha Ali: He's attractive, to the point its kinda fact more than opinion so I don't think you're alone on that score Ali: If the notches on his bedpost are anything to go by...and I fucked him so can't be judging, consider your sins absolved, no hail mary's needed, maybe a few bloodys when I next pin u down for an IRL debrief? Ali: Oh wait, a bitch can't...I'll make it a Virgin Mary...WHEY! Tommy: True and I know he ain't got a bitch muted 'cause I aint rn either 👀 & my specs are on when I'm scrolling Tommy: I see what I see Tommy: 😞 Tommy: Fuck it lets go dancing Tommy: bounce that bump while you still can Ali: 'Course not, gotta 'low the bitch to slide into dem dms on the reg, if for nothing else than the ego boost Ali: 😒 Ali: I need that, lets go lets go lets go, its been TIME since I got to go out and not take the bubs Ali: I'll have to see who can have 'em though... Ali: Can't be mum, really selling how responsible a parent I'm gonna be to 3 by throwing 2 at her and fucking off to partay Tommy: SAMSIES...not that I'm going out with 2 kids on the reg but y'know Tommy: we on it 💃 Tommy: Dial up their daddy Tommy: he'll step up while we step out I'm sure Ali: Sure, just the one, like #oosh! toosoonforbants? Ali: Can but try, I'll get back to you when he replies Ali: Ooh, what are we gonna wear Tommy: I've got my elf cossie if I can only squeeze in Tommy: you could pin a red letter on if you've got something that won't clash 🤔 own that guilt like a good catholic 📿 Ali: Ooh, festive AND appropriate for my situ, I like it. Tommy: A for advent sweeties 😘 Tommy: can you cut my hair though I looking like the grinch if he was a blonde blue eyed dreamboat Ali: And Awesome! And Ali! And Ass! 😎 Ali: Obvi, you never could rock the long hair look, remember that dark period in time 😂 Ali: Can I try something slightly new tho? 🤔 Tommy: why the feck not gotta at least look ready to mingle like Tommy: 💔😂 Ali: Dubo not gonna know what's hit it and ya mans gonna know what he missing when I'm done with you! Promise Tommy: I'll hold you to it Tommy: no pressure Tommy: oooh maybe we could go shopping 😀 Ali: You know I'm winning boys back like its my business Ali: well, boy singular but that's enough, right? #greedybisexual Ali: I am always down for killing time snapping up killer #lewks, lets do it man Tommy: yaaaaaaaaaaas Tommy: careful I might hold you to that too #tipsfrommybabysiskms Ali: baby be wise tho 💞 where u at i'll come get u Tommy: about a lot of things yeah 👍 nws I'll come at you I need the exercise #aintforgotyoucalledmeafattylike Ali: alright well, RUN FORREST RUN Tommy: 🏃

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