#also: i feel like his pinterest board kinda gets him across better than i did in here so pls check that out hdjkgf

[rvziels]

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴    :    #ANG3L    //    STATS    »    aidan park,  ( appears to be )  twenty,  cis male,  he/him,  barista at white wings.    ATTRIBUTES    »    endearing,  volatile,  empathetic,  detached.    SEEN    »    quiet wishes pressed to the bark of trees,  handwritten notes on napkins stained by coffee,  sleeping with the window open.    DO NOT MISTAKE FOR    »    choi san.

hi hi i’m mar ( she / her ) n i’m rly excited to be here !! aidan’s a new muse/revamp that i’m dying to develop and write ! that said pls bear with me if he deviates a lil from this intro as my muses tend to change once i get writing dhgjkg. anyways, u can read more abt aidan & find some connection ideas under the cut !  

* loading… / ANGEL BACKGROUND 

TW: death mention 

as it says in the dossier, aidan became an angel when his soul was forgotten about in the human world. obv, he doesn’t rmbr/know anything abt that life and jst came to be an angel with the sole purpose of protecting humans

so aidan takes his duty as an angel seriously n does what he can to protect and better the lives of humans. ofc this becomes increasingly difficult as time goes on as he watches humans pass away while he remains. and it breaks his heart that he can do nothing abt the inevitable 

seeing generations come and go, he understands the existential despair humans endure -- each generation with their own struggles but ultimately the same questions go unanswered “why am i here? what is my purpose?”. it’s not something he can answer for them bt he empathizes and tries to ease their struggle in any way he can 

he kind of came to be with the knowledge of how the world works -- how corruption and injustice will always exist in this world and u can imagine the burden he feels when he can’t right every wrong, so he will go out of his way to try and make it softer here for humans 

if anything, observing humans and looking after them has made him reflect on his inner self / the duty of angels. though he was created with a purpose (n only that sole purpose) he has learnt to question things more deeply from humans, and question how he can be a better self 

he has def struggled with the temptations to abandon his post esp in dark times in the world, bt he continuously pushes himself to serve with good intentions and love. and it’s a promise he intends to keep

aidan’s angel name is raziel which roughly means ‘angel of mysteries’ 

* loading… / PERSONALITY   

so if it wasn’t clear from above aidan loves humans DHSJKD he thinks they’re special creatures n understands that life comes w both struggles n happiness 

v good at concealing his feelings, he’d swallow them before admit anything aloud esp negative ones. he’s just generally a v private, emotional person -- that said, he’s v friendly n chatty n it can make you think u know him bt it’s mostly all that he wants you to see like he will go out o his way to make sure u know he’s all good if u ever bring up concern over him fdhjgg

kind of a control freak ? like he gets rly upset when he loses control over a situation or things don’t go as planned and tends to take on the blame for things which is not . a healthy coping mechanism sgfdg. bears deep feelings of guilt for things he cannot change

quite sensitive n that’s both a flaw and a virtue. has the brightest smile bt quite sad eyes 

when he experiences love he lets it consume him,, like he will be in love with u forever

LOVES art in all forms, mostly occupies himself with drawing or painting. wants to learn piano as well. thinks art is a form of healing and rly admires humans for their art 

on other supernaturals: he doesn’t rly love or hate them, as long as they aren’t hurting humans... ur in his good books ! DHSJKD

working at the cafe white wings bc he enjoys that atmosphere n he gets to kind of blend in with humans while he observes (n draws !) them 

* loading… / EXTRAS

prefers warm days with cool breezes. likes to take naps n ends up falling asleep in obscure places rather than have like an actual sleeping schedule. is fluent in multiple languages. can be rly affectionate or closed off one minute to the next.

* loading… / PLOT IDEAS 

i have a pinterest board for him HERE which kind of has more details abt him & also some inspo for dynamics !!

i’m gonna be working on a more cohesive list of connection ideas which u can find on his blog under /wp. bt here are some ideas off the top of my head: old friend, co-workers, platonic soulmates, annoyances, muse, ex lover, confidants, bad/good influences, almost lovers, unlikely friends, love/hate, we can brainstorm,,,, the world is our oyster ! dm me or like this and i’ll come to u alright that’s it for now kith kith ! 

[marichat-verse]

Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

•••

Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

[the-edge-of-great]

can you do 14 with alex finding out that gay marriage is legal maybe learning about other wholesome lgbt+ progress since '95

(there’s a weird glitch or something on my feed where the ask isn’t showing, so just in case, this is for @lemonwilford)

so after finishing this, I have four tabs open for formal dresses, wedding venues, and lesbian wedding aesthetics on Pinterest AND I have an article from 1993 about gay rights (started as a reference but then it got interesting so really, it’s my fourth article)

in other words I kinda get obsessed and distracted with researching and referencing for anything that I write, so, TL;DR enjoy :)

also juke is totally established in this cause I said so

14. “That’s legal now?”

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“Ready?”

“Ready!” the guys call back to Julie. They’re in the studio, patiently waiting for the surprise she wanted to show them. She was eager about something when she came home from school and told them she couldn’t practice on Saturday. They might’ve been bummed had she not been bouncing with excitement. Alex had smiled fondly at her; excited Julie was his favorite Julie.

She promised to show them what was happening Saturday before leaving, and now they’re eager themselves.

Julie throws open both studio doors with a type of dramatic flare that Alex can respect. She saunters in wearing a gorgeous golden dress with lace shoulders, a sweetheart neckline, and a hem stops just above her knee, matching heels clicking across the floor. Her hair bounces against her shoulders: big and curly and gorgeous, like always. She’s wearing red lipstick, and her eyeliner is sharp and precise; Alex thinks it’s called a cat eye. There’s so much lingo he still needs to catch up on.

He meets her halfway with a grin and offers his hand. “You look beautiful,” he says, spinning her in a circle. She twists on the toe of her heel, and her dress flares. There are sparkles in the intricate design across her chest that glisten under the studio lights. Alex catches her around the waist when she stumbles to a stop.

“Yeah,” Reggie agrees. “You look amazing.”

Alex joins Reggie as Luke approaches. They share a knowing smile.

“Where are you going looking so good?” he asks, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

Julie beams at him. “A wedding for one of my friends from music class. Her moms are getting married.”

Alex blinks. “Moms?”

Luke frowns. “You mean… two women?”

Like a switch, Julie’s bright demeanor falters. She pushes against Luke’s arms, frowning as she breaks away from him. “Yeah,” she answers, eyeing each of them carefully. “Are you guys… okay with that?”

Alex makes a noise—somewhere between a scoff and a snicker. Okay with that? Of course he is. But confused? Yes. Very.

Reggie nods, chewing on his lip. He’s trying not to smile—Alex can see the corners of his mouth twitching. “Yeah,” he says. “Of course we are, we just—”

“That’s legal now?” Alex blurts.

A second passes, but Julie’s eyes widen with realization. “Ninety-five,” she mutters to herself, nodding slowly. “Right.” Louder, she explains, “Yeah, gay marriage was legalized, like, five years ago. Actually, a lot’s changed since the 90s.”

Luke snickers. “No kidding.”

“Oh my gosh, wait until you see Pride in June! LA has the best celebrations.” She shifts her weight, smiling sheepishly. “Not that I have experienced any outside of here to compare, but, you know what I mean. It’s so much fun! Flynn and I went with Sarah and her moms last year—Sarah’s moms are the ones getting married today.”

Julie is looking at him more than she usually looks at Luke—and she catches herself every time, quickly averting her eyes back to him and Reggie—which is really saying something. She can’t possibly know though, right? He certainly didn’t tell her. He knows neither Luke nor Reggie told her. Is it really so obvious, or could she perhaps… actually be a witch? Was Reggie on to something?

Alex rolls his eyes; he must be having an off day or something to really consider Julie being a witch and Reggie to be right.

“… Or not,” Julie says, rocking on her heels and twisting the ring on her finger. She’s looking at him again, much less sure of herself than before. Reggie and Luke are staring too; Luke elbows him in the side and glares.

“What?” Alex whines, pushing him away. “What are you—Oh! Oh, I wasn’t—I didn’t—” He shakes his head at Julie. “I wasn’t rolling my eyes at you! I just… had a dumb idea… Anyway, I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“She said we could go with her,” Reggie explains. “To the wedding, if we want to.” He raises his eyebrows knowingly. How come everyone is so knowing toward him all of a sudden?

“You should,” Julie persists. “Sarah showed us pictures of the venue today at school. It looks gorgeous in the daylight—I can’t wait to see it tonight.”

Luke grins. “Of course we’ll go.” He chuckles at the guys. “I mean, what else do we have to do?”

So, that’s how they end up in the outdoors of Orange County. The guys ride in the back of Ray’s car—apparently, ghosts can ride in cars. Flynn doesn’t carpool with Julie; when the girls reunite, she explains how her mom decided last minute that Flynn’s hair would look better in a bun rather than her regular braids.

They pose for pictures from Ray and the wedding photographer. Then Sarah, Alex thinks—a teenage girl with fair skin and copper red hair in a neat plait against her shoulder—rushes over with the biggest grin on her face. The girls gush over their outfits, the night, the decorations, etc etc. They’re cute; Alex shares a fond smile with Luke and Reggie.

“This place is pretty,” Reggie admits, turning in a slow circle to take in the scenery. They’re in a forest, surrounded by towering pine trees, and there are lights everywhere. Streams of globe bulbs are strung up from tree to tree, creating an arch in the center where a long, white rug leads to a stage filled with golden flowers. The sun was already setting when they left Julie’s house, so by now, the reception is a warm glow in an otherwise dark forest.

“Alex,” Luke mutters, as if anyone could actually hear them, and nudges his elbow into Alex’s side, “look around dude. Most of these couples aren’t straight.”

He noticed when they first arrived that men mostly stayed with men and women mostly stayed with women, but now that Luke has pointed it out, Alex is noticing that the guests are actually couples. A couple to their left is discussing the food. One man feeds the other a bite of a sandwich and gloats when his partner admits it’s actually not bad. To their right, two women are posing in front of the wedding photographer. One is kissing the other’s cheek.

“I think this is the most…” Alex pauses, trying to both find the right word and take it all in because, really, this is a lot. It’s a good amount of a lot, of course, but… These people are openly showing off their partners. They’re happy. They’re proud of themselves. And the straight people aren’t saying anything rude? No one is cursing at them? Claiming they’ve damned themselves?

“Alex?” Reggie asks softly.

“I know a lot is different from, you know,” Alex begins, “but I think this is the biggest change I’ve seen. I mean—” He gestures wildly at the scene before them. “This is legal! This is legal. It’s accepted. They’re just—Everyone is just—themselves! They’re themselves, and it’s okay.”

“I was gonna ask how you feel about it, but—” Luke shares a laugh with Reggie— “I think I have my answer.”

“I feel…” Alex rocks on his heels, considering his answer. He chews on his lip. “You guys will probably think it’s dumb, but—”

“You know we won’t think it’s dumb,” Reggie argues immediately. Alex glances at him. He’s giving Alex this look with a raised eyebrow, like he can’t believe he would even think that. Which is valid, you know, because they’ve never been anything less than supportive of Alex. Of course they haven’t; he really lucked out in the friend department.

“I feel safe here.” He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. “Like when I could finally leave my house to go to practice, and I knew none of you guys would judge me if I told you about a guy that I thought was cute.” He finds Julie in the crowd, chatting with the lesbian couple he saw earlier, posing for pictures—selfies—with them and laughing when the woman’s partner hid bunny ears behind her head. 

Alex rubs the back of his neck. “I just… don’t think I could’ve imagined feeling safe around people who aren’t my friends.” He finally turns to Luke and Reggie, who are watching him with wide grins. Alex huffs a laugh. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Reggie chuckles. He slings an arm around Alex’s shoulders. “We’re just happy for you, man.”

“Yeah,” Luke agrees. He hums. “Can’t wait to see what the whole thing with June is about.”

“Yeah!” Reggie exclaims. “D’ya think it’s a few days? A week?”

“We can ask Julie later,” Alex suggests.

Reggie snickers. “If she doesn’t stay with Flynn.”

Luke hums. “Yeah, I’m gonna… go convince her to stay home tonight.” He pauses to squeeze Alex’s shoulder before leaving them for the dance floor.

Alex suddenly steps away from Reggie. “I, uh… I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

“I just—I want to find Willie. I want to talk to him about something.”

“You’re really going to leave me third wheeling with jukebox over there?”

Alex snorts. “Jukebox? Have they approved of that name?”

“… They don’t know about it.” Reggie pauses, then adds, “And you’re not going to tell them.”

“I promise.”

Reggie chuckles. “You better. Now go, find your boy.”

He’s at the museum, the first place Alex looks. He’s just leaving actually—as soon as Alex arrives at the building, Willie is phasing through the door, about to skate down the street.

“Willie!” Alex calls. 

Willie steps off his board. He turns to him, and instantly, a smile spreads across his face. “Hey, Alex. What’s up?”

“So,” Alex says, stopping in front of him, grinning, “tell me about Pride.”

Willie’s eyes shine at the request, just as beautiful as the lights from the wedding. 

“I’d love to.”

[winchester-fantasies]

That Damn Shirt

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for men in uniform. And Sam is no exception.

Word Count: 2865

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     Your eyes traveled over the white cotton fabric. Over the sleeves that hugged broad shoulders and strong arms; down buttons that were taut and nearly ready to burst across a firm chest and toned abdomen.

     You bit your lower lip to stifle the groan at the the back of your throat as you admired Sam and his unadulterated good looks. Normally he changed out of his FBI suit almost immediately. But today he hadn’t, and you were both grateful and irritated. Grateful because it gave you a better opportunity to admire your favorite eye candy. Irritated because you hadn’t gotten an iota of work done, and it’d been nearly forty-five minutes since you and Sam had come back to the motel.

     Damn that shirt.

     “(Y/N)?” Sam’s voice broke through your thoughts. You jerked your gaze away from his body to his eyes. He was looking at you closely with concern.

     “Hm?” you asked, trying to focus back on reality.

     “You okay?” he asked.

     You blushed and hoped to god he wouldn’t see. You shrugged away his comment. “Yeah, I’m good. Just kinda zoned out for a second,” you chuckled. Sam seemed to accept your excuse because he went back to reading whatever was on his screen.

     You turned your gaze back to the ancient text in front of you, but all the words seemed like gibberish as you fought to maintain focus. Where the hell was Dean? It made it easier to get stuff done when he was throwing wisecracks and talking about the bar waitress he had picked up instead of getting hopelessly distracted by his younger brother. Like now.

     Your attention was once again diverted by Sam’s shirt. This time your eyes honed in on the cuffs which he had rolled up just high enough that the muscles in his forearms flexed as he typed on his laptop. You wondered what his arms would feel like around you, and you could only imagine what kind of pleasure his fingers could administer.

     He was muttering under his breath as his lips moved along with what he was reading. You bet that mouth could do a lot of stuff. A lot of dirty stuff.

     This time you couldn’t stop the moan as you imagined what it would be like to straddle his thick thighs and run your hands over his chest and shoulders....

     “You sure you’re alright?” Sam interrupted your reverie once again. He was frowning as he gauged you suspiciously. He sat up straight, swinging his legs over the side of the couch to the floor. “You look a little flushed. You feeling okay?”

     “I...I,” you stuttered. You were stuck in a corner, and you only had two options: Fight or flight. “I have to go to the bathroom!” you said, choosing flight. You jumped up from your seat and rushed to the bathroom. You slammed it shut and locked it, leaning heavily against it.

     “Get yourself together, (Y/N)!” you chided yourself. You breathed deeply, trying to get your pounding heart back to normal. You crossed to the sink and turned on the faucet, splashing your face with cold water.

     You looked in the mirror, water droplets dripping down your face. “Why the fuck did you allow Dean to talk you into coming on this hunt?” you asked yourself, agitated. This was the first hunt you’d been on since you realized you had feelings for Sam. You thought you could handle a couple of weeks with him. How you could have been so naive to how strong your feelings had become you’d never understand.

     At the bunker, when Dean wasn’t distracting you from Sam, you had your room where you could escape to when you were feeling a little too lustful; you could let off some steam and relieve some of the tension between your thighs.

     But here at the motel, you were with the boys 24/7. You had zero privacy and no place to run away to. You didn’t even have Dean as a cockblock. He didn’t like being cooped up in the motel, instead opting for long drives in the Impala or spending hours at the local bar. Most times he didn’t return to the motel until after 2:00 a.m. and by then you didn’t need his help anymore.

     Sure, you could have gotten your own room, but it was cheaper and more convenient for you to just share a room with them. At least you had the couch to yourself. You didn’t know if you could control yourself if you had to share a bed with Sam!

     Sam was your best friend. You knew you were his as well and also knew he’d never see you as anything more than that. And while most of the time you were fine with that, being with him like this reminded you of what you couldn’t have. You promised yourself to never go on another hunt with the boys again. You could help them just as much from the bunker.

     You dried your face and smoothed your hair before surveying your face. Once satisfied that your previous blush had subsided, you turned toward the door, unlocking it slowly and gingerly stepping back into the main room.

     Sam stood at the foot of his bed, rifling through his duffle. He had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you sighed in relief. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a distraction now that he was out of that damn shirt. Deep down you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. It didn’t matter what he wore; you still found him incredibly sexy.

     You tiptoed to the sink, making sure you took the long way round, behind the table, so you wouldn’t have to get too close to him. You poured yourself a glass of water and chugged, inwardly sighing as the liquid relieved some of the dryness in your throat.

     You jumped when you felt a hand rest on the small of your back. “You feeling better?” Sam asked as you whipped around, meeting his concerned hazel eyes. Why was he so intent on making sure you were okay? He was a naturally empathetic and caring person, but the amount of times he had asked you if you were all right was excessive, even for him.

     But you shrugged it off and nodded. You forced a smile and clenched your thighs together as you felt that old, familiar ache begin to rise at his close proximity. “Yeah, I’m good now. I just felt a bit distracted and out of it tonight for some reason,” you said and you chuckled nervously. “Way to keep it on the down low, (Y/N),” you silently berated yourself.

     Sam frowned. “You were fine earlier today,” he commented.

     “I don’t know. Probably just tired or something,” you said nonchalantly. You were desperate to placate him in some way, anything to get him to leave your side and allow you to run and hide under your covers.

     As if reading your mind, Sam took a step closer, his hand never leaving the small of your back. “I think I have an idea of what had you so distracted,” he said, his voice holding something you’d never heard before but that made you shiver.

     “And...what’s that?” you whispered, your voice tiny and a little bit uncertain.

     “I saw you watching me,” Sam said. You jerked your head up, and your breath caught in your throat. His usually light and kaleidoscopic eyes had darkened to an almost inconceivable shade of brown, and if you hadn’t known better, you could have sworn you saw lust swimming in their depths.

     Sam suddenly moved, coming to stand behind you. His hands now rested on either side of your hips, his chest pressed firmly against your back. What the ever loving fuck was going on?

     “Is that what had you so distracted tonight?” Sam asked lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear. “You like seeing me in my FBI suit?”

     “Y...yes,” you panted. You could have made an excuse, told a lie to get yourself out of this, but you didn’t think you’d be able to come up with anything coherent.

     “Did it for you, baby,” Sam growled. You gasped as he rubbed himself against your ass. “You left your Pinterest open and saw your “Men in Uniform” board, and I just couldn’t resist.”

     His hand found its way under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your abdomen, causing you to shudder. His hand slid down, his fingers stopping at the waistband of your pajama shorts. 

     “Is this okay?” he asked, his earlier cockiness giving way to sincerity. You nodded furiously. His fingers resumed their path underneath your shorts and into your panties.

     You whimpered as his fingers brushed over your heated core. “Damn, baby,” Sam breathed appreciatively. “You’re so wet.”

     His fingers ran through your folds, dipping in a few times before Sam found your sensitive clit. Your head fell back against his chest while his other hand moved to your abdomen, pulling you tighter against him. You could feel his growing length on your ass as he continued to rut against you.

     He leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck while his hand moved up, pushing under your bra and cupping your breast in his large palm, your nipple hard against his skin.

     You gripped the edge of the sink as you felt your climax nearing. Seeming to sense you were close, Sam’s pace picked up, his strokes over your clit firm and fast. “Oh, god, Sam,” you moaned. You moved one of your hands and gripped his forearm, his muscles rippling as he worked steadily. You were right about his hands. They were pure magic.

     You came hard, his name a breathy cry on your lips. You breathed heavily as Sam removed his hand from your core, turning you around to face him. You leaned back against the counter, still trying to catch your breath.

     Sam sent you a lazy smile and then he kissed you, his lips firm yet soft against your own. His hands were on your hips again, holding you steady, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. A new wave of arousal settled in your panties as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth, mapping out every inch.

     “Wanna feel you,” Sam panted against your lips.

     His bulge was prominent against your stomach, and you smiled. “Wanna feel you, too,” you whispered back, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. He stared reverently into your eyes, and you wondered what he was thinking.

     Suddenly he was carrying you to the bed, your laughter echoing off the yellowed motel walls. He dropped you onto the mattress, and you climbed up until your head was lying on the pillow.

     Goosebumps rose over your skin as his large hands ran up your legs to your hips. His fingers dipped under the waistband of your shorts and tugged them down gently. You sat up and pulled your shirt over your head before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, tossing both into the corner.

     You laid back down, your arms coming up over your head. You spread your legs, the cool air in the room hitting your still warm core, and a shy smile spread across your mouth as Sam’s eyes roamed over your body admiringly. “Damn, you’re beautiful, (Y/N). More beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” Sam said in awe.

     “I want to see you, too,” you quietly implored.

     Sam smirked before he started undressing, taking his time, allowing you every opportunity to take him in. By the time he was naked, your need for him had risen to unimaginable heights.

     Wetness had already started pooling beneath you as Sam crawled to you, and you wondered how long you’d last. As if your thoughts were on the same wavelength, he chuckled deeply. “Fair warning: I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he said, settling between your thighs.

     You giggled and bit your lip. “No worries,” you said. “I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”

     Sam’s lips crashed into yours, forceful and bruising. When he pulled back, his eyes were lust-blown. “You ready, baby?” he asked.

     You nodded enthusiastically, and he grinned, his dimples coming into view. He glanced between your bodies, lining himself up with you.

     You moaned and a groan fell from his own lips as he pushed himself in. He filled you perfectly as if you’d finally found your missing piece. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Sam growled, his face burying in the crook of your neck while he gave you a few moments to adjust.

     A ripple of pleasure coursed through your core when Sam finally started moving. You moaned, and your hands found the back of his head, your fingers weaving into his soft hair.

     He captured your lips in another searing kiss as he moved. His thrusts were unhurried and steady. He was taking his time, enjoying the way you felt around him. Each time you’d think he couldn’t go any deeper, he did and it sent you flying towards the edge of your release.

     His mouth left yours and trailed over your chin and down your neck, nipping, sucking, licking at every inch of skin he could find. You gasped as he found the juncture of your neck and collarbone, and Sam groaned as your walls started to flutter.

     “Sam,” you breathed, your voice barely audible past your labored breathing.

     Sam nodded and smiled. “I know, baby. Just relax and let go. I’ve got you,” he panted. He propped himself up on one elbow while his other hand found your leg, encouraging them up around his waist. Nothing short of ecstasy shot through your core with this new angle, and you clutched at his back.

     Sam gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh as his pace picked up. Two more thrusts, and you came. “Sam!” you cried out as your walls clenched around him in wave after wave.

     “Fuck,” he breathed, his hips faltering. He buried his face in your neck once more, and a throaty groan emanated from deep within him as ropes of hot cum coated your insides.

     He stayed there for awhile, just laying on top of you, his face still in the crook of your neck. His hand ran over your damp brow and stroked your hair. You rubbed your hands up and down his back, his skin warm and sweaty beneath your skin.

     Sam didn’t pull out until he was flaccid. He gingerly rolled off you and flopped down on the other side of the bed. You instantly felt the loss of his warmth and the magical connection you had shared. But you weren’t sure how to act as the gravity of the situation dawned on you. You had just had sex with your best friend. You had felt one another, seen one another, experienced one another on a whole new plane. It didn’t matter if this was only a one-time thing. This changed everything.

     You thought you and Sam must be connected telepathically because he seemed to read your mind for the third time that night. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, his hand resting on your ass.

     “Well, that happened,” he chuckled.

     “Yeah,” you said indifferently. You didn’t want to act too eager, especially if this was something he didn’t want to happen again.

     You must not have acted eager enough, though, because Sam jerked his head towards you, his eyes filled with horror. “Was it not good?” he choked.

     “No, no, it was amazing!” you hurried to reassure him.

     “Then what?” he asked in confusion.

     “It’s just....” You looked down, your fingers trailing over his chest absentmindedly. “I’m struggling to ascertain if this was just a one-time deal or if...there’s something more.”

     When he didn’t answer you looked up. He was staring at you, flabbergasted. “I want you, (Y/N),” he finally said, his voice sure. “More than anything. I thought I just made that abundantly clear.”

     You swallowed hard. “So that wasn’t just you getting lost in the heat of the moment?”

     Sam smiled gently, his hand coming to cup your cheek. “That was me getting lost in you.”

     Your breath caught in your throat, and your mouth went dry. “I’ve wanted you for months, (Y/N),” he continued ardently. “You’ve been the only thing on my mind. Do you know how hard it’s been for me on this hunt? It’s been so difficult for me to get anything done! Having you so close, just within my grasp - it’s been positively intoxicating.”

     You stared, wide-eyed, your head spinning. Sam gave you an odd look. “What?” he asked bluntly.

     You shook your head in amazement. “It’s like you stole the words right out of my mouth,” you said.

     He grinned and leaned down, kissing you. The kiss quickly deepened, and you held each other tighter. Contentment filled your heart, and you smiled against his lips. You were finally in the arms of the man you loved. And all because of that damn shirt.

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[dailydaydreamings]

Best in the Worst Way, Part 8

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

The very first thing you did after opening the package was to throw it into a drawer. Wrapping and all.

It would have been the sweetest gift had it come from Bucky. Coming from Steve, it made you feel a little queasy.

The rest of the morning you stated vaguely at your screen, mulling over your relationships. When Steve finally knocked on your door, you barely managed, “Come in.”

“Hey,” he greeted. You nodded in acknowledgment, folding your hands in front on you on the desk. “Did you get my gift?” He handed you your tea, clearly looking for the frame.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “Steve sit,” you motioned at a chair.

Frowning, he did as he was told.

“I did see it, the thing is Steve, it feels a little wrong to put it on my desk,” you admitted.

His reaction was immediate, complete confusion and utter bewilderment, “Why.”

You could feel a burning sensation in the back of your throat as you started, quite hoarsely, “We’re not together anymore, Steve.”

He threw his hands in the air, “And I can’t declare that I love my children.”

You pursed your lips, trying to compose yourself. “Yet, I would still have to look at it everyday. And it was clearly meant for me.”

He stood, pacing in front of you, “Is it so wrong that I still love you.”

You closed your eyes at his admission, trying to get control of yourself. You felt a tear slide down your face and you quickly brushed it away.

“You still love me too,” he crooned.

You opened your eyes, he stood in front of you, with his hands braced on the back of the chair.

“I do,” you said as another tear leaked down your cheek. “But I’m crying because I’m carrying two babies inside of me who are fucking with my hormones and I feel like I’m losing control. It’s been over for us since you walked out when I told you I’m pregnant.”

You kept a cool head, despite the tears now freely streaming down your face. Fuck Steve. How dare he make you cry.

He looked so hurt by your admission, like he was closing into himself, trying to make himself smaller.

You squared your jaw, grabbing for a pen to fiddle with. “Need I remind you that you told me to get an abortion after I’d already started picking names for my children, which would cause me to have to pick between you and Bucky? That I didn’t want to pick, but you forced my hand so I chose. And I didn’t pick you.”

He flinched at your words, before whispering, “But I changed my mind, y/n.”

You snapped the pen in half and stood.

“You walked out when I told you about your children, and then didn’t speak to us for weeks. You got into a fist fight with Bucky. You told me to get an abortion. You’ve been nothing but cold with Bucky and flirty with me. You still want me to pick you, but the only your getting back on my life is by making things right with him so we can all be together again. Get the fuck out of my office.”

He blinked in surprise, but didn’t say anything as he left. He didn’t even look back. Weeks of pent up emotion had come up all at once and you were a sobbing mess on your office floor.

You managed to text Tony that you were going home early and Bucky to ask him to drive you home.

The next two weeks passed in a blur. You and Bucky had started prepping the apartment for the babies and you’d been extremely tired.

At 15 weeks, Bucky was so excited to tell you the babies were the size of apples. Doctor Lawrence told you they were definitely bigger than apples, as developed as 15 week fetuses, but just bigger.

You were starting to show too in tighter clothing. Not a lot, but enough.

Enough that when you looked in the mirror and cradled your belly, it was all so much more real. There’s so much more to do before they come, and then, you need to care for them, somehow.

Steve had stopped meeting you at the entrance in the morning and evening, and bringing you tea. The only time you saw him was in passing and at your ultrasound. At the latter, he didn’t say a single word, and left as soon as it was over.

You felt terribly, of course, but you tried to remind yourself it was for the best.

Everything changed the day you walked into the building and directly across from your office was a giant chalkboard. You and Bucky frowned at each other in confusion before walking up to Tony who had a piece of chalk in his hand.

“What’s this?” You asked, but you very quickly realized what it was.

“A little betting poll,” Tony said.

Indeed.

In swirling text it said, Guess the Sex. Below that, there were three columns: Two Boys; One of Each; Two Girls. Below each header was room for one to write their name and the amount they were betting.

Tony had written his name under two boys for fifty thousand dollars.

Steve had also participated it seemed and had written him name under Two Girls for two hundred dollars.

“Are you fucking kidding me Tony?” You asked, gesturing to the absurd amount of money.

“I’m trying to get people to play,” he threw up his hands in the air. “Besides, I have a feeling.”

You rolled your eyes.

Bucky took the chalk from Tony, “Well so do I,” he said, writing his name under One of Each for five hundred.

You snatched the chalk from him and said, “You’re wrong.” You put your own name down under Two Boys for a thousand. “It would only be my luck to have a house filled with boys.”

Tony laughed, “Thank you, mama!” He held out his hand for a high five, which you obliged. “You are finding out the sex, right?”

You looked at Bucky and he shrugged. You looked back at Tony and said, “Maybe.”

His protests followed you as you walked into your office, and then the fun began.

Naturally, Natasha came by your office first. She took one look at the wall and wrote her name under Two Girls. She strutted into your office and demanded to know when you’d know the sex.

You laughed, leaning back in your chair, “I don’t know, Nat. I had my last ultrasound yesterday and I don’t even know if I want to know.”

She shook her head and declared, “You want to know.” Before promptly leaving your office.

Bruce was next. He came into ask you for something, and took a seat in front of you. “So how are you feeling?”

You smiled, “Pregnant.”

He laughed, “I’m honestly surprised we’re having this conversation.”

You bit your lip, so we’re you. A year ago, this would have been the last predicament you saw yourself in.

“But it’s good!” Bruce assured you. “Babies are natural.”

You laughed. “I’m actually really excited, Bruce. I wasn’t. But I am now.”

“That’s really good,” he grinned. “You know I saw this documentary about monitoring babies development after birth until a year and I —”

“Bruce,” you interrupted, “I love you, but no. Definitely no.”

“Right!” He stood up. “Of course not. It’s not even my area of expertise.”

You chucked as he turned towards the door and jumped in surprise at the chalk board.

“Oh!” He exclaimed. “When did this get here?”

“This morning,” you called after him.

He examined it for a moment before writing his name under Two Boys.

The rest of the day went by with various coworkers stopping by to write their names on the board. Most were either for two boys or one of each. Tony’s large bet was certainly getting people to play.

Clint walked by around the time you were packing up, a sucker in his mouth.

“Nice Tony,” he said, picking up the chalk and writing his name under Two Girls.

“You seriously think I’m having two girls?” You asked coming up beside him to look at the board.

“God no,” he said. “I think you’re having two boys. But there’s less people over here, bigger pay out if I’m somehow right.”

You blinked in surprised. He wasn’t wrong there was only 5 names unde Two Girls for the fourteen on the board. He’s stand to make large amount of money if he was right.

———

“So two boys?” Bucky asked as he made dinner and you sat on the counter.

“I have no doubt in my mind,” you said as you scrolled through Pinterest on your tablet for baby room ideas.

“But don’t you want a girl?” He asked.

You nodded, “But I have a feeling we’re having two boys.”

He paused, as if in thought. “I think we’re having at least one boy. I’m kinda scared of having a boy though,” he admitted.

You frowned, putting your tablet down, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I know girls are tough but there’s something that is so scary to me about a boy taking after me.”

You stroked your belly abscent mindedly, “I hope they take after you, Buck.”

He sighed, “I know none of it was my fault, I try to tell myself that everyday. But babe, what I can do...”

You hopped off the counter and came to wrap your arms around his waist. It had been a long journey with him. When you’d first come to work for the Avengers, one of the first things you’d done was to book Bucky’s first therapy session.

Nightmares and bad days had followed, as well as two years and counting for struggling to find the right doses of medications. That at least was getting better, right after you’d started sleeping together he was out on a particularly nasty dosage that made him both violent and quick to anger.

It didn’t change that he was the best man you knew.

“The babies will be so lucky to have you,” you murmured. “To teach them, to love them, to protect them. They’ll take after you, but only in good ways. So you better get used to thinking about two boys taking after you because there’s gonna be two of them.”

He laughed, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “You’re so sure.”

“Yep.” You pecked his lips. “Finish this, I’m starving.”

He laughed, “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Survivors on tonight,” you suggested, pulling out plates to set the table.

“Good choice,” he said.

You were just getting ready to sit down when Bucky’s phone rang. You didn’t complain as he picked it up and said, “It’s Steve.”

Pursing your lips, you picked up your own phone. Sure enough, Tony had texted: Barnes and Rogers are being sent on an assignment. Sorry :/ Come over if you’re lonely?

“It’s for work,” you said. “Pick up.” Because you still weren’t sure if he would.

He rolled his eyes and left the room. You picked at your dinner as you texted Tony back, Picking out furniture for the babies’ room and watching Survivor. My schedule is packed. Thanks though.

He texted back right away: Tomorrow night you’re coming for dinner then. And then, Odds they kill each other?

You smirked and replied with, 100% How long are they gone?

“I have to be gone for at least a week,” Bucky said coming back into the room. “Maybe more.”

You frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Didn’t say,” he pulled a takeout container from the cupboard for his dinner. “He’s picking me up in five and he’ll fill me in. He said to pack for the cold, whatever that means.”

You sighed. “Ok so I’ll make sure my next ultrasound is scheduled for when you get back.”

He shook his head, walking towards the bedroom. You followed. “Don’t skip one because I’m not here. We need to make sure they’re doing okay.”

You knew he was right, but for him to miss it...

You sat on the bed as you watched him pack, “Please don’t get into any fights with Steve while you’re out there.”

He rolled his eyes scooping clothes into his bag, “It’s not me you have to worry about.”

You pursed your lips, you weren’t so sure about that.

He saw your worried expression and came over to peck your lips. “It’ll all be fine, I promise. We’ll go, and when I get back, we’ll paint the babies rooms and you’ll have your baby shower,” he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “And everything will be fine.”

You weren’t too worried about the mission. Him and Steve killing each other was another story.

You still forced a smile into your face and kissed him properly. Both arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him like you needed it to breathe.

He chuckled, breaking free, “I can feel my phone buzzing, Steve’s here.”

You groaned but still followed him out the door. Steve was parked outside and raised a hand to wave as you walked out.

Bucky put his bag in the trunk and wrapped his arms around you, “A week.”

You nodded, “One week.”

He kissed you again, “You take care of my babies.”

You smiled, “Stay safe baby. I love you.”

He nodded, kissing you one more time. With so much fire and passion you wanted to take him back to bed. But you just kissed back harder and when he broke it, you let him go.

The window was open as he climbed into the car, you leaned forward, looking Steve dead in the eye as you said, “I don’t care if you two have issues, you take care of each other and you both come home safe.”

Because the reality was, it didn’t matter if they hated or loved each other. All you cared about was that they came home safe.

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[ofmerrit]

*  ◜  kristine froseth  ,  cis  woman  &  she/her  ◞  *  according  to  school  records  ,  that’s  merrit  antonietta  unn  hornsby  walking  on  campus  grounds  with  their  usual  iced-americano  from  the ancient  grounds  cafe  .  they’re  known  for  their  long  ,  dark  blonde  locks  outshining  their  surprisingly  tall  figure   and  are  often  spotted  at   the  versailles  garden  reading  wild  geese  by  mary  oliver  .  almost  everyone  knows  their  family  is  worth  like  1.2  billion  dollars  ,  so  we  suspect  they’re  a  member  of   olympus   ,  you  know  ,  the  one  for  old   money  .  do  you  know  where  they  were  the  night  that  the  scholarship  student  died  ?  they  claim  they  were  touring  around  the  campus  for  inspiration  ,  must  be  an  architecture major  thing  ,  right  .  and  hey  ,  don’t  you  agree  that  the  sophomore  reminds  you  of  muffled  screams  into  silk  pillows  ,  the  bellyache  you  get  after  doing  something  wrong  &  vacant smiles ?  you  better  watch  out  h e s t i a  before  something  dangerous  happens  to  you  and  life  ends  at  twenty-two  .  *  ◜  barb  ,  twenty-two  ,  gmt +3  &  she / her  ◞  *

alright alright . it’s me , wrinkle free brain bar from gmt +3 !! so pumped to be here w you sexies mwah <3 here’s merrit’s pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo n pinterest addict .. lemme make boards for our muses .. id d*e ! ) imma . bore u to de*th w this intro pls .. forgive me .. i only hav 2 brain cells , this is all over the place HDFJK rip </3 tw: kidnapping, death.

starting w the boring statistics :     full name: merrit antonietta ‘antonia’ unn hornsby     nicknames: mer, antonia, ant, tbc.     code name: hestia ; the goddess of hearth , the family , the state & the domesticity.      star sign: libra sun , virgo moon , scorpio rising.     sexuality: bisexual.     favourite literature piece: wild geese by mary oliver ,  an anthology .                                              “meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,                                              are heading home again.                                              whoever you are, no matter how lonely,                                              the world offers itself to your imagination,                                              calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting                                              over and over announcing your place                                              in the family of things.”

merrit is the only child of the young hornsby couple. she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, according to her grandma, she was the happiest kid. had everything she could ever ask for and more. 

the reason why merrit can’t remember any of this is the beginning of a tragedy — a stormy december night, she and her parents went missing. grandma says they were gone for over five months. a kidnapping case gone cold, they thought. right when the old couple was giving up on them, an angel from above delivered antonia to their door step. malnourished, void of any memory but alive.

life after losing her parents was easier than expected, grandma hornsby ( nee du pont ) made sure merrit would recover from this without any trauma & in a way, she did.

doesn’t have the best relationship with her grandpa, he’s harsh and cranky and too smart for his own good, merrit is lowkey afraid of him lmfao 

she’s currently studying architecture — her dream major was interior design but grandpa encouraged her to pursue architecture to follow her father’s footsteps.  kinda made sense because she’s fascinated by houses .. in reality the insides, the families living there are the real source of interest for her but she’s happy to settle for outside for now gshdjkf

personality stuff !!!

uMM.... i’d say she’s lowkey a people pleaser sdhjkf like ?? making her grandparents proud is . literally the only thing she’s ever wanted in this world n now she feels the same responsibility for every single soul in her life . a torturous existence if you ask me 

can’t say no <3  if she thinks its gonna make u feel a tiny bit better . boom . she’s in .

the friend you’d call to bury a body . no questions asked . she’s pickin up the shovel as you speak asdghfjk unless it’s between her grandparents n you, then *michael scott vc* how the turntables.... sdhjfk shes rattin u out instantly rip

LOVES to talk n listen . fills her heart with joy . a blabbermouth . 

an overachiever . doesn’t sleep much, rocks the dark circles 7/24 lmfao works bc doesn’t like the idea of .. wasting life if that makes sense ??

loyal 2 a fault. mostly to olympus. wld do anything to stay in the secret society / establish her place .

extremely gentle n caring . sometimes ?? its just . too much sdjkf like. tone it down <3

likes poetry ,, especially mary oliver n louise glück ! her fav poem is the orange by wendy cope.

i imagine her wearing flowy, tulle dresses with floral embroidery or vintage pieces idk 

has shit ton of plants but struggles to keep them alive rip

!!! im . terrible at explaining her fr i hate it here ok i hav a vision but ??? i cant explain it

safe 2 say shes having difficulty deciding who she’s supposed to be . a part of her wants to be the golden child for her grandparents n the other side .. jst wants to live her life y’know ??? 

UPDATE ! i’ve realised that by hiding her secret, i also unintentionally hid a big portion of her personality and she comes across as the typical, soft & gentle soul. don’t get me wrong, she is indeed gentle and soft but she’s also volatile and deceitful !

connection ideas !!!

childhood friends - except she doesn’t remember any of it. maybe your muse thinks she’s changed. maybe they don’t care. maybe they are no longer friends . idk 

penpals - seriously ???  i imagine her as someone who writes letters jst bc they’re nostalgic n cute ??? cld be fun.

a home - i kno home’s not a person but a feeling but tell that to merrit lmao. this person’s probably the only one in the whole damn world she’d choose over her grandparents. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter.

betrothed - super old school yikes. nt exactly betrothed either .. maybe her grandma thot it’d be better if these two were in a relationship . maybe they remained as friends . maybe they hated each other . maybe they kept the publicity stunt ( cue 2 merrit begging to keep faking the rel so her grandpa wld be happy )

exes - a classic. ts this is me trying vibes . on good or bad terms . lingering feelings ? yes please .

bad + good influence - again, classic sdhjfk

saw u at the garden but cldn’t say hi bc i’m a dumb binch - basically someone she has a minor, unrequited crush on. probably knows this person through her other friends but she’s too damn timid to take the first step

a friend from labyrinth . ok hear me out . this is a big deal for her bc she’s all in for her society n v opposed to the idea of a second one even existing . wouldn’t say shes openly mean or .. rude to labyrinth members but ?? jst . wants to protect her own , so this would be a v secret friendship .

a project - could say she has some sort of a savior complex . wants to ‘fix’ people up .. toxic much, mer? <3 anyway ashdjk maybe she thinks .. she can change your muse ? i truly dont know. 

ok final one . its juicy . someone who’s suspicious of her . she has a secret n for the obv reason i didn’t talk abt it, your muse’s suspicious n it’s just . hashtag awkward

these r the only connection ideas i have rn my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that 

something inspired by my queen n savior phoebe bridgers or . folklore ?? yeah.

give me noora / william vibes . the ex friends . the dan / blair dynamic . i live for them ok sgdhfjkl

[scottydonovans]

                                                 MEET SCOTTY

1. Full Name?

Scott Allan Donovan.

2. Preferred Names or Nicknames?

Scotty, Scotty Boy, Scotty-O (he thinks people call him the last two things but they don’t.)

3. What does their name mean? Does it have any significance in their family? Do they like their name?

According to a quick Google search, Scott means “person from Scotland” or “Gaelic speaker” and Allan (weirdly enough also Celtic, I’m shook) means “handsome, cheerful”. The name Scott has no significance in their family (his mom just had a thing for Scott Summers) but Allan is the name of his grandmother’s late husband RIP. Scotty likes his name for the most part. He just thinks the name Scott is too cool for someone like him, so he likes that his granny made the executive decision to add the -y in there.

4. Age and Date of Birth?

He is 17 years old and born on October 4, 2002.

5. Gender and Pronouns?

Cis Male. He/him.

6. Hometown?

He is from Ligonier, PA. 

7. Does your character fit into any well known archetypes or tropes?

No Social Skills, I Just Want a Friend. He’s impressionable! He’s hyperactive! He just wants to be loved and is tired of being bullied!

8. How long have they been at Broadripple?

Scotty has been at Broadripple since the start of the new school year.

9. What led them to apply to Broadripple? Was it a decision made by them or by their parents/guardians or somewhere in between?

His grandmother. She came into a lot of settlement money after getting injured at the local bowling alley and she decided to invest it in Scotty’s education. She knows he doesn’t have the easiest time at public school and is subject to a lot of bullying, so maybe a private school full of God-fearing kids will do just the trick. :)))))))))

10. Whether they’ve been at Broadripple four days or four years, do they enjoy it? Do they like Broadripple?

He does! So far, Scotty has no qualms about Broadripple. He just thinks the uniform feels really stuffy and the classes are way harder than his one brain cell can handle. Also, he doesn’t know how to tie a tie. But those are personal problems, he likes the school just fine!

11. What house are they in? Do they care very much about their house?

Keough. He doesn’t understand how the whole house thing works -- it feels like a Hogwarts thing without the cool hat process -- but he’s down for whatever if someone tells him he needs to dress in yellow and cheer really loud.

12. Who do they share a dorm with, or are they on their own for the moment? What are they like to live with? Are they clean or messy? Early risers or night owls?

Scott shares a dorm with Harlan Dupre and couldn’t be happier about it. He thinks Harlan is really nice and has super rad hair. Scott has a lot of nervous energy so he’s always moving and that doesn’t make him the easiest to live with. He’s aware of it though and he does his best to keep his antics to a minimum. He’s a messy boi but he doesn’t mean to be. He makes it a point to make sure his hurricane aftermath stays on his side. Scott is an early riser and a night owl, which is very weird. He functions on little to no sleep and it’s truly The Worst™ but he’s learned to live with it.

13. How is your character’s dorm decorated? Is it bare or bursting at the seems with personality? Any particular sentimental items from home?

Bursting with personality! Scotty has never been outside of Ligonier in his life, so to make sure he doesn’t miss it, he basically took most of the contents of his bedroom and brought it with him. On his wall, you’ll find an Empire Strikes Back poster, a retro Pac Man poster, a vintage X-Men comic poster signed by *Stan Lee, and several photos of himself and his grandma, himself and his grandma’s Bingo group, himself and the most voted Employee of the Month at their local grocery store, Merle. There’s a real cute photo strip of he and his grandma that they took last year at the fair stuck on there too. Closest to his pillow so he can look at every night before while he tries to sleep is a worn post card from Wyoming. It’s his prized possession. Yes, even more important to him than a vintage X-Men comic poster signed by the one and only, Stan Lee.

*It wasn’t signed by Stan Lee. His grandma signed it and told him it was though.

14. What is their favourite subject at school? Do they even have a favourite? Why?

Creative Writing because literally everything else is hard.

15. Are they involved in any clubs? Which ones?

Rock/Jazz Band - Scotty may be incompetent in most things but he is one hell of a drummer boy.

Broadripple Unsolved - Because he gets curious about a lot and asks about everything.  But honestly, he probably just saw Conny and Ezra sitting around with each other and was like hey dudes! and plopped himself down.

Sacristan Club - It was the first poster he saw on the notice board and the nun who explained it to him talked it up, so he was like okay! :) but he doesn’t know what’s going on and he’s just pretending and trying his best until someone tells him he can stop.

Cinema Club - Because Conny. And also it was the second poster he saw.

16. How does your character feel about Broadripple’s Unofficial Clubs? Do they know about them? Are they a part of any of them?

BBC - Doesn’t really understand them but he’s #terrified because they remind him of every bully who has ever duct taped him to a bathroom stall.

Broadripple Unsolved - Loves it, is part of it, would die for it.

Chastity Club - They told him they have cookies and he doesn’t know any better.

17. Does your character participate in any sports? If so, what made them join the team?

Not at the moment!

18. What afternoon activities does your character do? Do they just do the one mandatory one or are they involved in multiple? Why?

Seasonal Music Production! Just one! Because he didn’t know he could be involved in more!

19. Do they miss their home when they’re at Broadripple? Do they often go home for the weekends or do they only go home during holiday breaks?

Yes times 9 million. He misses his granny and all her Bingo friends and Merle from the local grocery store. They’re not well-off by any means and it took his grandmother coming into a large sum of money from an injury so they could even afford the next two years of his schooling at BA, so he’s definitely only going to go home during holiday breaks.

20. Did your character know Izzy De Santis or Maggie Monroe?

Nope. But he thinks it’s super Spooks McGooks that they just poof’d without explanation like that. He told his grandmother about it and she told him to keep his emergency scissors under his pillow.

21. Has your character heard of Edith Lynch? Do they know the story?

He and his Gran came across an article on Bing when they were looking up Broadripple and it put hella chills in his bones. But his grandmother assured him that it was a long time ago and that “people were different in the 80s”.

22. How does your character feel about Nighmore? Have they noticed the recently closed shops yet?

Scotty thinks Nighmore is really nice and he likes that no one seems to turn him away when he tries to talk to them. Yeah, he noticed it and was really :\ about it. He’s been trying to recreate his friendship with Merle the grocery man with someone from Hill’s Wholefoods and it kinda sucked that the dude just kapoof’d one day.

23. Have you made any aesthetic Pinterest boards/WeHeartIt collections for this character? Or playlists? Anything you would like to share!

Pinterest / Playlist / Musings / Schedule

[denouxments]

amber heard. cisfemale. she/her. — did you see { elizabeth trevor }, i haven’t seen the { thirty-one } year old in a while! you know, they’re a { fashion designer }, and have been living in jersey city for { eight years }. some say they’re { fussy & fanciful }, but i think they’re { vivacious & compassionate }. regardless, i’m glad { eliza } is here.

backstory

here comes my actual waifu for laifu, eliza ( i would actually die for her, okay ) ! you can find her dossier page HERE and her pinterest board HERE ( she’s one of the muses i’ve had for a literal decade, so why there isn’t more stuff in here ? couldn’t tell ya )

okay so she’s kind of a princess. okay not really, but she is the only scion to a very wealthy family in the drilling & realty business in london. they’re essentially right on the cusp of being granted a dukedom. so, yeah, a pretty deep money line there, and everyone thought the line was going to die because her mom was told she couldn’t have kids. but then eliza showed up and they loved her !!

they loved her a little too much tbh. they weren’t around a whole lot due to business, so she was primarily left in the care of nannies in the estate. they had strict rules: she was to be homeschooled. her parents dictated everything she watched and all the books she consumed. she was not allowed out unsupervised, and all of her friends were picked out, in a sense. 

they expected eliza to be happy with this life, but unfortunately the trevors were granted with a social creature of a daughter, and all she wanted was to roam away from the gilded cage she was placed in. she wanted friends that she chose. she wanted the ability to go to public school. she didn’t care for trinkets or material possessions; she wanted freedom 

it took a long time, but eventually she convinced her parents to let her attend a private, all-girls boarding school so that she could have . . . some form of a social life.

she made a couple genuine friends, but for the most part the other girls didn’t take too kindly to her. she never returned their cruelty, but that was mostly because she didn’t understand that it was cruelty. that’s just how friends talked to each other, right ?

eliza essentially took all the prim and proper training she had gotten and threw it in the trash. she was still sweet and courteous, but her curious nature made it so she wasn’t the best at following the rules, and she really had an issue with social cues and personal space

she had . . . okay grades. she was really more focused on finally able to be social

across the lake from this boarding school was the all-boys sister school. ( there’s a movie i i was inspired from, but i can’t remember what it was rip ) there were occasional late night rendezvous between some adventurous girls and some adventurous boys. it was one of these rendezvous that allowed eliza to meet aiden gallagher.

aiden was everything eliza had read in fairytales. he was princely and charming and 3 years older and so, so handsome. he was always 2nd best to his best friend, but to eliza he was everything

aiden and eliza spent the better part of their upper-secondary years together, but of course her parents wouldn’t approve, seeing as they were surely planning to marry her off to a duke or something, so they had to keep it secret. 

then the two became engaged and she couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. unfortunately, her fears were correct. not only did her parents not approve, but they forbade her from seeing aiden ever again. 

welp, too bad mum and dad, cuz eliza ran away with aiden to the united states, leaving her fortune, her family, and everything else behind for a grungy little apartment in nyc

most would say that having to start over would be difficult as hell, but for eliza it was just another adventure. she was finally free from the gilded cage she was set in and she was ready to live her life to the fullest. aiden followed his dreams of starting a bar in the hustle and bustle, meanwhile eliza landed a job as a model. it was good money, and the 2 managed to be okay

after 3 years of being engaged, eliza was starting to get a bit antsy. whenever she asked, aiden would always say that they’d get married when they were ready. well dude ! she was ready ! after a few sets of bickering and perseverance, she finally managed to get a date out of him

girl went ALL THE FUCK OUT. by this point she’d gotten a more 9-5 job as an assistant contemporary and ballroom dance instructor, so she started saving up money from that and modeling for the big, fabulous wedding she so wanted. she probably spent a small fortune on planning for this wedding

big day comes, okay. she’s got her dream venue, her dream dress, a prince charming, she is READY. but you know who isn’t? aiden. he’s not ready. not only is he not ready, but he fell in love with someone else. he leaves eliza at the alter and she doesn’t know What To Do

she doesn’t even get her stuff from his place. she just goes and stays at one of her bridesmaid’s place. 

she’s in a state of shock for weeks, and its during this period of time that she realizes that she literally does not know what her dreams were besides living happily ever after with this guy. she doesn’t know what she’s doing, where she’s going to go. she’s totally lost at this point

feeling like she doesn’t have anything else, she goes back home. its rough, especially not being in contact with her parents for 4 years. she’s their only baby and they love her, so of course they let her back ( though there are plenty of ‘told you so’s’ tacked on )

she goes back to studying for her role to take over as the heiress to the family fortune. she’s miserable, but she doesn’t know what else to do so she just accepts her lot in life

during her free time, she sneaks away to work at charity events under the guise of good public relations. she also finds herself doodling fashion designs, as she’d always enjoyed that realm of life. the hobby gradually becomes a passion, but she doesn’t realize that its something she could see herself doing for forever until . . .

she’s with her family for 2 years when she finds out that her fears from years ago are more true than she could have ever realized. not long after her 23rd birthday, her family gets into a bit of a scandal with their drilling business. its pretty bad. looks like the money vat they’ve got going is going to dry up. as a way to try and salvage something, her parents call on an old friend who is part of a minor dukedom asking if maybe they’d be willing to marry off their son to eliza.

eliza does NOT like this. she’s always wanted to marry for love, not for money, but her parents need her and she’s still super Lost so . . . fuck it right ?

not fuck it. she hates the guy. she’s trying so hard to resign herself but he’s infuriating and she just needs to Go so, uh, guess it’s her turn to run from the alter !! its like this whole eye opening experience for her. like she Wakes Up and realizes what she wants. while she does definitely want to get married, she definitely down’t want This. 

so she’s Gone and this time she’s definitely not coming back. she’s essentially ruined her family’s life in her eyes and she really cannot handle that shame. 

she moves back to the east coast, but this time she crashes with an old friend that has found her way to jersey city. eventually she gets her own place though, a nice apartment in a highrise. its very different from the estate she grew up in, but its better because it isn’t a cage

she gets back into the fashion industry, but this time its moreso in the designer aspect. her modeling turns into helping the other girls look 10/10 and its Nice. she’s pretty sure she’s found what she wants to do. so much so that she winds up starting her own brand

that’s been going on for about 5 years now, and its going pretty freaking swell !!

its been 8 years since her last near marriage, and to be honest she hasn’t had any truly serious relationships since aiden, which was almost 17 years ago. she’s dated and been with folks, but nothing that’s made her feel the way he did. its kind of a bummer because she always planned to be married before 30, but its fine, yknow !! she can just be a . . . successful career woman. she’s definitely NOT sad about it ( she is rip. she wants kids and a white picket fence and a guy that makes her feel like a PRINCESS )

that was a LOT i am SO SORRY

personality

an actual fucking sundrop okay. she brings so much light into my life and she’d probably bring a lot of light into your muses’ lives

super generous and kind. super charitable and wants everyone to be happy and smiling

still doesn’t get a lot of social cues and still kinda has that personal space issue when she gets super excited ( loves to hug and hold hands. physical touch is . . . so important )

honestly think like . . . giselle from enchanted at the end of the movie and also rapunzel from tangled. elle woods is also pretty accurate for certain moments. but with Sleek Business Woman Aesthetic

honestly if it was up to her she’d show up to work in a cute blouse and skirt combo but bare feet :/

if you couldn’t tell, she’s a horribly hopeless romantic. she wants a prince charming so bad, but due to her previous romantic experiences she’s more careful and doesn’t fall in love as easily as she used to

can be kinda judgy of others sometimes, especially about their fashion sense ( the actual fashion police has arrived )

doesn’t do well with people that try to get rises out of people for fun

determined to a fault, considering a lot of her ideas are unrealistic. 

sometimes she makes it work and then other times she can be found crying in the bathroom of her office because everything fell through

can sometimes get her priorities backwards :/ can blow off important things, or push the work onto other people because she has other things she’d rather do or thinks are more important ( even though they really aren’t )

has all the proper training to be a debonair, posh woman, but chooses instead to be as down to earth as possible. you can’t take the fashion style away from her though

has quite a few hobbies due to her time alone. her favorite hobbies are fashion design ( her passion ! ), dancing, and sfx makeup ( yes, you read that right. special effects makeup )

you’d think because of her disney princess aesthetic she’d be a charming singer . . . no. she is tone deaf. can’t even play instruments. would literally fuck up the triangle. its bad.

she can be coordinated in dancing and stitching, but in her day-to-day life she is SO clumsy

loves kids ! loves family ! loves so much ! wants that life so bad !

gives off such an intimidating vibe nowadays but is literally just . . . a marshmallow

kinda misses her parents, kinda doesn’t. mostly just . . . ignores that she ever even had parents

she has a pet cat named leia who is the best and looks like the cat from this instagram

does not at all ever talk about her background. if someone were to recognize her she’d rather they just . . . shhhhhh please ( actually highkey using a fake surname asdjflasj )

she cured my depression, okay

connections

an assistant at work for her to use and abuse but for her to not realize she’s doing it because she’s kinda nice about it but yeah there are some Issues there

PALS. GOOD FRIENDS. A GREAT SQUAD. SHE NEEDS BUDS

maybe the old bridesmaid that moved to jersey city that she moved in with after the duke incident

some exes that lasted a couple months

some dudes that finally showed her just how dickish some guys could be :/

coffee catchup friends~

someone she just Does Not get along with, really brings out the mean bitch in her

someone she’s tutoring in dance ( cuz she still tries to fit that hobby into her schedules like a Fool )

ride or die bff

someone she’s friendzoned

maybe someone she’s interested in and they’re also interested in her but because of Reasons they’re not together and its just a lot of back and forth and AHHH will they won’t they basically

a pal that gets her out for some drinks and dancing and tries to get her to flirt around but she just Can’t

if your muse has kids plz let her near them so she can cry and go through 20 midlife crisis. also works for her to know your muses’ parents if your muse is on the younger side. she just needs to cry

if someone wanted to bring in aiden or the girl he left her at the alter for i would literally cry great tears of joy. just hmu before you do so obvi

anything please i just want everything thank you <3

[arthurrweasley]

MAEVE MADAM ROSMERTA is AN ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as THE OWNER OF THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. the THIRTY FOUR year old PUREBLOOD is known to be WILD and CHARMING but also HARSH and VOLATILE. some might label them as THE SEA WITCH. fc: katheryn winnick 

The sea waves are my evening gown And the sun on my head is my crown You’ll always have a home in my kingdom

ANTHEMS.

QUEENDOM - AURORA // SEASIDE - THE KOOKS // BRIEF AND MOMENTARY - ALEXANDER DUBOVOY // HIGH BY THE BEACH - LANA DEL REY // FALLIN ALL IN YOU - SHAWN MENDES // SHE LOOKS LIKE FUN - ARCTIC MONKEYS // WHITE FLAG (STEVE REECE REMIX) - BISHOP BRIGGS // THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER - TAME IMPALA.

pinterest board ( x ) full playlist ( x )

AESTHETICS / VIBES.

hair sticky with sea salt, sunkissed skin, the scent of honey and wine, good intentions, soft laughter, leaving people on read, dog eared pages in well read books, spontaneous road trips, broken promises, messy hair, the feeling of sand between your toes, lipstick stains on coffee mugs, a thirst for knowledge, always knowing what to say, classical music, vodka shots at the crack of dawn, seaweed tangled in soft braids, welcoming people with open arms, humming while cooking, rain against bare skin, falling asleep under the stars, taking no fucking bullshit, never completely settling down and always getting even.

BACK TO BASICS.

name: maeve alannah rosmerta. occupation: owner of the three broomsticks / barmaid. nicknames: honestly, most people don’t even know her first name? she’s known as madam rosmerta, or simply rose. the few people that do know her first name might call her mae. 

some people are also bound to think that her first name is rosmerta. personally, mae prefers to go by just her last name. it’s enough. she’s practical.

age: 34. date of birth: february 12, 1946. zodiac: aquarius. hometown: kinsale, ireland. current location: her boat or hogsmeade. has a small apartment above the three broomsticks. gender: cis female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. spoken languages: english and gaelic fluently. has also picked up some other languages, but is not fluent in those ( spanish, french, danish, welsh ). gets by. moral alignment: neutral good / lawful good. element: water. house: ravenclaw.

BACKGROUND / FAMILY.

Mae was born in Kinsale, Ireland to two pureblood wizards. Her mother ( Cara Boyle ) was the owner of a small bookshop in the coastal town of Kinsale, and her father ( Dahey Rosmerta ) was a sailor. They had a romance that only lasted while Dahey was in town over the summers, and they never married. Yet, their relationship resulted in a daughter, born out of wedlock. Kind of a surprise for the both of them.

Grew up mostly with her father, and only spent the summers with her mum. When with her dad, she lived alongside him and his crew on his boat. During the summers, when stuck in Kinsale, she spent most of her time just being bored out of her damn mind. Kinda longed for the ocean, wanted to get back. Felt like a fish out of water.

Her mother later married a muggle man, and had two more children. Her father never settled down.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

Kind of a hat stall between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw? Ultimately landed in Ravenclaw though.

Was DEFINITIVELY that™ girl who would jump headfirst into the great lake, having absolutely no fear of the repercussions. Probably made friends with whatever lurks down there too.

It’s cold or frozen? Doesn’t care, will still swim. Gained a bit of a reputation as someone with nerves of steel because of it. 

Missed life on her father’s boat, but was also really excited to learn stuff? She’s naturally curious, and can’t resist a challenge. Worked incredibly hard while at the school, made some friends... Spent most of her time by the water, studying or reading a book. 

At some point, she broke into the Slytherin common rooms, because someone dared her that she couldn’t do it. Also she wanted to see the lake. Doesn’t take a lot to get her to do something.

Was a lot more mellow than her Ravenclaw peers. Didn’t care about what anyone else was doing, and never resorted to backstabbing. Kinda just went with the flow, did her best work, didn’t pay too much attention to what others were doing.

Did however get into trouble a lot, but never for hurting anyone else. Were usually instances of her ACCIDENTALLY finding herself in the forbidden forest at night, or taking a midnight swim, or maybe accidentally breaking into empty classrooms to practice magic when no one was around. Or maybe breaking into the restricted section at the library. Mae tried everything.

Could however sporadically flame up when she felt that it was necessary, which was mostly when someone younger needed to be defended. Mae has pretty strong maternal instincts and can be highly protective. Will fight u.

She played on the Quidditch Team as keeper, but quit after three years on the team because it was taking up too much time, and she would rather focus on her studies ( and swimming ).

Started her own Great Lake Club at the school, which consisted of students that were ‘fans’ of the lake, basically. Club meetings were basically just them either researching the lake, swimming in the lake if the weather permitted ( everyone’s not into winter swimming, apparently :/ ) or just hanging out by the water. Wasn’t the most serious of clubs, but they had fun.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AFTER HOGWARTS.

Mae graduated Hogwarts with top marks, and could probably have gone into any field she may have wanted, but she mostly just wanted to see the world. Wanderlust ingrained in her bones. Craving the sea.

So at the age of eighteen, she bought a shitty boat, and set off to see the world on her terms. 

She ended up doing some work in different taverns across Europe, picking up odd jobs as a barmaid whenever she was in a town. Always chatting up customers, laughing with patrons, cracking jokes and making sure that the night never ended.

After a few years at sea, she eventually started to settle down, but never quite committing to anything. Could never bring herself to completely rooting herself to land. If she’s stuck on dry land for too long, she feels like she’s gonna go mad.

Still, at the age of twenty four (1970), Mae used the inheritance from her parents to buy the Three Broomsticks, a decision which she mostly made on a whim. She had been working in odd bars for a few years now, and kinda wanted something to call her own? Start her own legacy. Have some place that she could call home. Somewhere to return to.

Boat was kept ( at this point, she had a nicer one ), and she still spends her off days there, and some nights as well. Sort of like an escape. Definitively shows up to the bar with seaweed stuck in her hair ( so has to shower in her apartment first tbh ).

One of the reasons why she loves having a place that she is now tied to ( aka Hogsmeade ) is that she has been able to acquire and actually keep more personal items. She has quite the impressive library in the inn’s attic, for one. Books were one of the things she could only keep a few of, when she was living out of her boat.

Disappears from the Inn for a few weeks every now and then, but makes sure that someone else is in charge while she is away.

When the war first started, she tried to stay neutral. Had just bought a bar, and didn’t wanna alienate customers. But as time went on and the horrors became worse, morals kicked in, and she joined the Order. Today, she’s a member on the down low, and her affiliation with them is not public knowledge. Most of her tasks within the Order is pure intell gathering ( or spying ), but she also spreads information and acts as a messenger when needed. She just... wants to feel like she’s doing SOMETHING.

Keeps most of what she hears under wraps, but will share anything of interest with the Order. Other than that, her lips are sealed.

Everyone is welcome at the pub, as long as they leave their bullshit at the door. She considers the pub a zone where sides shouldn’t matter ( yet she does... sometimes close the bar down so that the order can meet there if needed ). And is definitively brave enough to throw any death eater out on their ass if they fuck around. In her bar, she’s in charge. Can 100% confirm that Bellatrix has been kicked out a time or two. #nervesofsteel

AS A PERSON.

Loves telling stories and is very good at it too !!! Someone’s bored? Rosmerta will serve them a story of her travels.

KIDS LOVE HER !!! For varying reasons, depending on their age ( smh @ Ron ). But she’s great with kids.

Has a big, soft heart and is kinda known for taking in strays. A kid has been kicked out by their parents? Aight, you can stay at the inn for a while until we find you something more permanent / things calm down.

More of a cool aunt than a mom though?

LOVES COOKING AND BREWING MEAD. Is really good at it too. The menu of the inn has been designed by her, and though she doesn’t spend a lot of time in its kitchen, she does oversee everything that happens in there. The menu itself is pretty simple, Mae believes in quality over quantity. And good fucking mead.

Has a reputation of taking zero bullshit? People don’t get away with SHIT when she’s around. Will personally drag your ass onto the street if you stir up trouble in her bar. Or anywhere else tbh.

Her mannerisms are kinda harsh? She’s generally just little bit rough around the edges. Doesn’t shy away from telling people what she thinks either, but does it in a way so that she almost always gets away with it? The mead might be a contributor, but you know.

TEMPERAMENTAL AS FUCK. Has a good heart, but she’s not... the nicest person out there. Can be petty, overemotional, brooding, melodramatic and short tempered. Her moods are known to change with the weather, and depending on how long she has been away from the sea. Though she loves the pub, she gets a bit stir crazy when she’s there for too long. Usually she’s pretty warm though. 

So easily bored? Needs constant change to feel like herself, and to maintain some sort of happiness. That’s one of the things she likes with the bar, there’s always something new going on. 

Aaaaand she’s definitively wild. Was way worse when she was younger ( don’t ask me about Mae in her 20s, she was a mess ), but she can’t be tamed. Will always follow her next whim, so eager to see where it takes her next.

Has remained an optimist over the years, which has been hard to do? She really believes that everything will be okay, but she keeps this kind of on the down low.... for some reason....

Never stayed in one place long enough (when younger) to develop an accent, so it’s a bit all over the place. She has a noticeable Irish accent ( from her father ).

Is around alcohol all day, but doesn’t drink at work. Can drink anyone under the table though, and has a scary high tolerance for alcohol ( which she usually jokes stems from her upbringing as a sailor ).

Has a kind of odd sense of humor? Can be a bit dark at times. Usually laughs at her own dumb jokes.

Wants everyone to have a good time when at her pub, and is REALLY trying to be a good hostess at all times?

SO CURIOUS, but also very good at minding her own damn business. Mostly curious about people’s motivations and how things work so like. Doesn’t put her nose where it doesn’t belong. Usually. Also good at keeping secrets.

Always stands her ground and trying to sway her is basically like trying to move a mountain. Good luck with that.

She’s also a highly practical person? Doesn’t complicate things too much, doesn’t try to make anyone jump through hoops. Things just are the way that they are with her and she will usually give it to you straight ( aka no mind games, thank god ). Has zero patience or time for bullshit.

Working in a bar really fits her because she genuinely loves talking to people?

STYLE ( FASHION / APPEARANCE ).

Mae has ocean blue eyes and blonde hair that she usually wears down, or pulled back into a soft braid. Since she still spends a considerable amount of time on her boat, she always smells faintly of the ocean, and her hair is wavy from sea salt. Skin is freckled and sunkissed, and she usually looks a bit glowy.

Wears minimal makeup. Some smudged eyeliner and lipstick, but that’s it. Prefer softer colors when she does.

While at work, she dresses in low cut shirts and loose fitting pants.

Gravitates towards lighter colors and earthy tones. Wears a lot of white, grey, light blue, light brown....

Keeps her nails short.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES.

WILL TURNER - drawn to the ocean, so brave, will dumbly sacrifice themselves for someone they love, similar banter.

ELIAN (TKAK)- will never settle down, feels the most at home on a boat, the same crooked smile. can be harsh, when need be.

SARA LANCE - leadership abilities, witty quips, protective, stands up for the weak, good at putting people in their place. not afraid to throw people out.

CLARA OSWALD - wanderlust in their bones, good with children, a little bossy, very brave, always warm and welcoming, an unquenchable thirst for adventure. just the right amount of flirty.

ALEX PARRISH - good at reading people, bit of an idealist, heart of a hero, a gray world view ( sees the middle ground ).

SHELBY WYATT - the ambition, the curiosity, the charm. those big doe eyes.

BELLE (BATB) - so curious, so inventive, the wanderlust, the kindness.

MEREDITH GREY - the moodiness!!!!!! but also the compassion and the dedication. takes no mcfucking bullshit. 

ANGEL (BTVS) - the broodiness smh. both can be so... incredibly broody. also the enigma? doesn’t tell people her first name unless she absolutely has to / accidentally does so.

PHOEBE BUFFAY - bit eccentric, kinda free spirited, so kind, warm, very temperamental.

IZZIE STEVENS - sees the good in people. so protective, will fuck u up.

AUNT MAY - basically just everyone’s cool aunt. 

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Congratulations, Syd! You have been accepted as your original character, Chester “Monty” McAllister. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the New Member checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Welcome to Edgewood. There’s no place like home.

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Syd

Age: 18+

Pronouns: They/them

Timezone: PST

WRITING SAMPLE:

“Are you sure you’re good?”

Monty sighed at the t.v. dinner on his kitchen counter, fork clinking softly as it found itself caught between his palm and the lip of the counter as he braced his hands against the laminate surface and leaned his weight forward. No, was the honest answer. Everything post-discharge was entirely uncharted territory. He wasn’t used to not having direction in his life. He’d gone straight from the planned routine of school to the rigid structure of the military, and to be ejected to absolutely no plan was disorienting, to say the least. And he was already starting to play dodge-the-McAllisters whenever he found himself closer to the actual town of Edgewood. It was all weird and new and–if he was being honest with himself–more than a little terrifying.

“I’ll get there,” he settled on finally. “I just need to adjust, you know?”

“Not actually, but yeah, I get it,” Monica said. “Have you caught up with some friends for high school or something, at least?”

He grimaced and hummed a note somewhere between negating and displeased. “Sort of. I’m still trying to figure out how to say I don’t want the news that I’m actually staying locally to get back to my folks without sounding like a complete asshole.” Which he wasn’t necessarily denying. It had been a long time of missed family events and minimal contact with even the siblings he was actually close to. Things changed. And from what he’d gathered, he was the only one who’d strayed so far from their hometown. But it was still hard to shake the lingering reservations he had, after falling to the wayside to his other siblings, and bearing the brunt of their lack of control with their ‘gifts’ when they were kids.

“You’re going to actually talk to people though, right?” Monica prompted, a teasing lilt to her tone. He could almost picture the half-smirk that had to have accompanied her words.

“Fuck off,” he laughed, bringing the fork up to stab at the plastic film of the frozen meal a few times. “I’m making friends, thank you very much.”

There was a beat where he was expecting a quickfire response, more ribbing at his social life. But instead there was an uneven pause in the conversation, before, “That better not have been what I think it was.”

Shit. He’d forgotten that there’d been a reason he hadn’t finished getting his dinner ready when he’d answered the phone. “No?”

“You promised you were gonna actually take care of yourself. No instant meals. I know you know how to cook, McAllister.”

“It’s not,” he lied, a little stilted—no way she wasn’t going to catch him out in it, but what was he supposed to say? The truth was that he had yet to actually buy a full set of cooking ware for his kitchen, because it felt too much like committing to life outside of the service, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He still missed it desperately. And that wasn’t the upbeat tone he was going for with their regular calls.

“Monty McAllister-”

“You know my first name isn’t actually-”

“-if you don’t send me pictures this week of a meal you cooked, I swear to god, I’ll send my brother across the country to babysit your dumb ass.”

“You’re all talk,” he needled, even though he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t actually do it. He’d never met her brother, either—maybe they were on the same wavelength about this sort of thing.

“I am not.”

He huffed out a fond laugh and shook his head. “Whatever you say.” He put the t.v. dinner in the microwave anyway, because he’d already pierced the film, and because it was getting a little late for cooking.

“You’re damn right, whatever I say. This week, Monty.”

“Yeah, yeah, I will.” ANYTHING ELSE?

Whoo I did it! This boy’s been quite some time coming now, and I’m very proud of him. I’ve got a Pinterest board for him here (which honestly mostly just shows his taste in button ups and jackets), though I’m still collecting tattoo references and the like for him. Definitely expect an active headcanons tag for my son, I tend to flesh characters out as I go along.

Also!! Oh man, I was originally gonna come in with a canon character first, but I can’t decide! I love them all so much. (I’m narrowing down the list. Kinda. I’ll get there eventually, I swear.)

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"Cheater Cheater" - JohnWatsonxReaderxSherlock

WARNING: You are cheated on by John and ultimately end up with Sherlock in the end. Other than that, nothing bad. Just a little fluff later :)

Also, they may be a bit OOC, I'm so sorry! :( I'm kinda new to the fandom and I'm not that good with writing, but here goes!

You kicked open the door to 221b Baker Street and hauled in the bags of groceries.

'"Let's go to the store!" he said. "Sherlock doesn't have a case today!" he said. What a load of crud. There's always a case.'

"(Y/N)?" You glanced around the corner while struggling to keep yourself from falling and see Sherlock laying on the couch appearing to be disturbed from the solitude from his Mind Palace.

"Hey Sher- Wait a second.... I thought you and John were out on a case?" Quickly tossing the groceries on the kitchen floor, you walked over to Sherlock and sat down across from him in a chair.

He looked at you with a bored expression, "No, he's out with Mary."

You stared at him for a moment, "...Do you mean Harry?"

"No, Mary."

Licking your lips that suddenly were very dry, your hands started to shake as you leaned forward to try and keep the disturbing thoughts at bay, "Who's Mary? And I want a straightforward answer, Holmes."

Sherlock's gaze wandered over your face for a brief moment, formulating how you would take this, "The woman he's been seeing behind your back."

Your throat suddenly tightened and tears gathered in your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek and took in a deep breath.

"I apologize that he did so. You seemed very happy with him, even though he upset you at times." Sherlock leaned back in his chair and held his hands once again in a prayer position while closing his eyes for a moment then opened them, got up, grabbed his coat and scarf, and headed out the door. "(Y/N), Mrs. Hudson has your favorite icecream down in her freezer, I will be back momentarily. Don't feel obligated to wait up though." And he was gone.

You closed your eyes as the tears started to flow freely down your cheeks and a few sobs escaped from your lips. 'He's right, I should go see Mrs. Hudson about this.' You took your jacket in one hand and keys in the other and headed down to the sweet woman's flat where you would stay for the next few hours.

Sherlock blew an agitated breath from his nose as he watched John flirt with Mary from outside the restaurant window.

It was obvious you were hurt, but Sherlock had no idea how to handle such things, so he did what seemed cliché and bought some chocolates and a small teddy bear for you like he had seen on the telly once in a sappy movie you had him and John watch along with you.

He also knew that it probably wouldn't be the best time to unleash the fact that he had certain... feelings, towards you that you more than likely wouldn't return.

You poured out everything to Mrs. Hudson, who listened intently. After you had let out every pent up hurt to her, she offered you some tissues and ice cream.

"(Y/N)," she said with a small smile, "Don't let this get the better of you. When I look at you, I see a beautiful, strong, and stubborn young lady who would, without a second thought, lay down her life for the ones she loves. And even though you may not see it, someone else close to you admires you and loves you with every bit of his being."

You looked up at her through red eyes, genuinely curious, "Who?"

She grinned, "You'll find out over time dearie. Now, do you want another cuppa?"

Sherlock, with the bag in hand, made his way to 221c to set it in your living room.

He picked the lock and opened the door to see you sitting down in front of the telly watching (your fav show other than Sherlock) with the tub of ice cream from Mrs. Hudson.

"You've only been home for 10 minutes," he mused, setting the bag down at your side. "And you've already showered, cleaned the kitchen, and almost finished that ice cream. You're taking this better than expected."

You snorted and looked up at Sherlock with tear-filled eyes, forcing a smile on your lips, "Just trying to distract myself I guess," You stopped and paused the episode, "And Mrs. Hudson cheered me up. As much as it does hurt that I wasn't good enough for John, I now realize, it isn't my fault, and I shouldn't feel sad that I wasn't enough because it only matters that I'm enough for ME, that I like who I am and don't pick myself apart piece by piece because of something someone else thinks."

Sherlock's lips curled up into a small smile, "(Y/N), you never cease to intrigue me with the words that come from your mouth. Now," he sat down in a chair and looked at you seriously, "Do you wish to confront John? Or simply break off the relationship? Or something else possibly?"

Your fingers tapped your cheek softly as you thought, ideas whirring through your brain. One caught your attention and a devilish smile crossed your face, "I've got the perfect thing, but first, I have to see what you got me."

After explaining the plan to Sherlock, who actually thought it would be quite humorous, you began the preparations.

Grabbing the basket, you started making food. "Sherlock, did you grab the candles and matches?"

"They're right here," he pointed at the small grocery bag.

"Hat?"

"Yes, (Y/N)."

"Makeup? Costume?"

"Yes to both, now stop fidgeting, you'll cut your fingers off with the knife."

You glanced down at the cutting board and saw the knife dangerously close to your hand, "Thank you."

When all the preparations were finished, you called John.

"Hey darling!" The words felt like lead rolling off your tongue, but you still kept the sweet voice.

"H-Hello (Y/N). Is s-something wrong?"

"What? Of course not! I just wanted to tell you to meet me at the park at 6. I have a surprise for you!"

'Man will he be surprised...'

"Oh, alright. I'll be there."

"Great! Love you sweetie!" You hung up before he could say anything else and looked at Sherlock, "Now, to do your makeup."

(So guys, this idea isn't mine! I saw this on Pinterest, but I can't remember the original Tumblr person who posted it. If you know who it was, please tell me so I can give them credit!!! P.S.- I also added a few things to it, so yeah.... Alright, enjoy my sweet marshmallow bunnies!)

After getting Sherlock's camouflage all finished, (which took AN HOUR mind you because he kept getting bored and there were times where you had to just ignore his shooting the handgun at the wall), you waited at the park and glanced towards the trees. A flashlight signalled and you knew that Sherlock was watching in case things got too stressful. You nodded and bit your lip, 'Thank You God for that wonderful man...'

John arrived in a taxi, fidgeting and nervous. 'Good, you better be nervous young man.'

You plastered a smile on your face and ran over to hug him, 'He practically REEKS of perfume.'

"Darling, how was the case?"

"Hm? Oh, it was good. Yeah i-it was good."

'Liar.' "Good! Now come on, I've already set up the picnic. I think it's time I told you something very important."

John gulped, but nodded and followed you to the edge of the woods surrounding the park.

You skipped along while holding his hand until you reached the secluded spot in the forest where the evening sunlight failed to reach through the dense leaves.

The picnic was all set up, with John's favorites of course, and candles resting on top of elegant candle sticks giving the space light.

Both of you sat down and you glanced towards the small bush about 10 feet away that hid Sherlock.

After talking about your days and eating a bit, you cleared your throat and looked up at John. "So, John..."

He nearly choked on his food, "Y-Yes, dear?"

"I want to tell you why I brought you here," You smiled, "Erm, as now, my past relationships weren't very... pleasant. Many ending in me being cheated on and all that."

His face paled.

You pretended to not notice and continued, "Well, this is actually, I guess you could say, a crime scene. Because whenever they would cheat on me, they would end up... missing," Smiling a small smile, you glanced around, "This is where they are, six feet under each." You leaned forward towards the terrified John Watson, "And I heard that someone's been naughty, Mr. Watson." You laughed and blew out the candles, covering the space in complete and utter darkness.

John screamed and started to run, but this is where Sherlock came in. He tripped John and pinned him down while you let yourself just chuckle evilliy.

"So John," You turned on the flashlight and pointed the beam at his face, "What's she like, this, Mary I hear about?"

Well, after a few more moments of torture, you finally gave out and started to laugh hysterically, waving to Sherlock to let John go.

John's eyes widened when he saw Sherlock, "You helped her? But you said you-"

"I know what I said. But it had gone on far long enough, John. You hurt (Y/N) deeply, that much I can tell. Did you really think that for a moment I didn't care about you both the same? That I would sacrifice her over yourself? No, you are both equals in my mind, and I intend to let that be known. If she had cheated on you, my actions would have been the same." He glared at John, "But, this doesn't mean that I will forgive you in the time being for your hurting her. Now, return to Mary, Mr. Watson. I think she deserves to know of this endeavour of yours."

John stood there for a moment, stunned from the words that came from his friend's mouth, then huffed and left.

You turned to Sherlock with tears in your eyes and forced a smile, "Well, they better stay together seeing that he thought she was worth cheating."

Sherlock's chest tightened at the sight of you crying and gathered you in his arms, "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have kept this from you."

You hugged him tightly, letting your tears roll freely down your cheeks, "None of this is your fault, Sherl. Now, it seems we have more time to spend together. How about we go grab some ice cream?"

He scrunched his nose, "But you'll get sick if you have any more. You ate a whole carton earlier."

You winked at him, "I find your lack of faith disturbing, Holmes."

TWO YEARS LATER.....

You kissed Sherlock's cheek, "Love, it's time that you go to bed. You've been at this all day and you're exhausting yourself."

He slumped further in his chair, "But I have to finish this case!! It's imperative that it is solved as soon as possible!!!"

Massaging his shoulders, you pointed out, "Sherl, you won't figure it out if your energy is all used up and your mind is tired. Now, go to sleep."

Sherlock looked up at you with a small smile, "Mrs. Holmes, I love you dearly." He sat you down in his lap and hugged you close to him, kissing your temple, then your lips.

You melted at his touch and murmured against his lips, "I have a deep regard for you as well, Mr. Holmes."

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Hey guys!! So, quick note, did anyone pick up on the two movie references I put in here? If so, I love you!

This is my first oneshot, please tell me how you liked it!!

Remember, you can always request more!!

Love you my marshmallow bunnies!!!!