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urban-witch101 · 2 years

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Hey have some random Trigger Happy Havoc Headcanons for the Surviving Six (TW!!)

Yasuhiro

He used to play DND, but he can't anymore because the chance of his character dying gives him too much anxiety.

He will kick your ass at UNO. Kyoko has beat him once and she's the only one. He likes hosting game night because it gives him an excuse to make homemade sushi and drink cheap sake.

He had severe PTSD flashbacks when they saved the world for good. He finally felt safe enough to try to heal. The rest of the gang didn't know how bad he was struggling until no one could get ahold of him for three days and Togami literally almost broke his door down.

As Ultimate Clairvoyant, he can see their dead classmates but not in the way you'd think. He sees shadows in the corner and knows it's one of them; there's no rhyme or reason or evidence, he just knows.

He has to learn to sort through his anxiety vs his gut feelings. He never truly trusted any of them until after they were free.

He loves babysitting Makoto and Kyoko's kids. They're a fantastic distraction and give him hope.

Toko

Do not play Scrabble with Toko. You will lose.

Her crush on Togami faded after a while, going from pretty clingy to very independent with Komaru as her best friend. In return, Togami went from always being annoyed with her presence to sometimes missing her when she was gone for long periods of time.

Her PTSD affected her eating habits, and not in good ways. Komaru had to help her re-learn how to eat properly and how to listen to her body.

This turned into a learning curve for both Toko and Syo, as both had never had a support system before now. When Komaru learned this, she went to Togami asking if he knew a good therapist. Within thirty minutes he had an appointment lined up for her with the option of Komaru being able to go with for the first session.

Syo's obsession with Togami turned into respect. After everything that they'd been through, he helped Toko by giving her a job and healthcare.

Genocide Jack was never heard of again. Syo and Toko ended up helping Komaru open up a flower shop and spend their free time writing their shared biography. They host game night in their shared apartment above it and enjoy Komaru's homemade tonkatsu (pork cutlet bowls) for dinner.

Makoto

Is the new principal of Hope's Peak! He's made several changes that have had mixed reviews, but the test scores of his students tell the public that whatever he's doing it's working.

He's great with kids and is the best dad. Kyoko always knows that she can count on him with them if need be.

He instilled Mandatory Game Night once a month; The gang gets back together at one of their places and plays and eats whatever the host chooses. The host and home rotate every month, so everyone chooses a game twice a year. He enjoys hosting because it means they get his favorite cheap pizza for dinner.

He used to get horrific nightmares before Kyoko recommended that they both go to therapy. It helped a lot, and so did running the school. He swears he learns more from running a school than when he actually was in school.

He likes to surprise Kyoko with random date nights where he'll drop off the kids at Komaru's and take her to dinner. Sometimes in the summer Hina will take them off his hands and she'll take them to the pool. She even taught both of them how to swim.

Kyoko knew when he was going to propose because he woke up with the cheekiest smile on his face and told her to clear her schedule the day before.

Aoi

She struggled a lot afterwards, much like Hiro. It got to the point where she became medically depressed. Kyoko figured it out when she realized that during the summer she preferred to stay inside all day - which was completely unlike her. She confronted her about it at her house and helped her gather some resources for her.

Game night at her place is always held in the morning on the weekend where the gang can expect coffee and donuts for breakfast. Her game nights are always the best, and everyone knows that if Hina is hosting it's going to be fun.

Cannot Yahtzee to save her life (me too). Numbers are hard.

Works part time at the flower shop. Gardening helps her escape from her own head.

She made sure that the new Hope's Peak had a shrine dedicated to the students who lost their lives, including the Reserve Course students. The shrine is also open to the public so anyone who wants to can pay their respects.

There was a time when she'd go to the shrine and talk to Sakura's headstone when no one was around. Sometimes it's just about her day, sometimes it's about her depression. She visited less and less as time went on, but she's always there on Obon.

Byakuya

He is banned from Monopoly. He changes up what he makes for dinner on game night, but a good glass of wine is always guaranteed.

He suffers from night terrors, something he's only shared with Hiro after finding him when he was missing. He got very used to swallowing his pride after realizing that he needed help.

He's fucking hilarious. Makoto and, surprisingly, Hina love running errands with him because he says the snarkiest shit under his breath. He and Kyoko have a similar sense of humor, his is just a little darker.

There was one time where he disappeared for a week. He only texted Kyoko that he'd be gone before he got on a plane to France. He spent the week with his phone off, enjoying all the sights and sounds and smells of each town he hopped through. When he came home Hina found him in his office at work and gave him a scolding for not answering his phone for a week; his only response was a small smile before he apologized and swore that it wouldn't happen again. It didn't.

He's weirdly good with Makoto's kids. They'd always been curious about the quietest of the bunch, so when he was visiting, and when Makoto and Kyoko left him alone in the living room, the two brought him the Secret Garden and asked him to read it for them. He was a little reluctant at first, but he obliged. The parents came back with glasses and a pitcher of limeade to see him and the kids sprawled on the couch, reading and listening. Kyoko snuck a picture.

He's happy for the first time in a really, really long time.

Kyoko

She never thought life would be like this. She pictured a life where she was a detective until she retired, but instead she simply helped create a local detective's office and let others take over when she had their children. She's a detective, a wife, and a mom. She's never been happier.

She always plays Clue and makes tempura when it's her turn for game night. They all split a bottle of cheap wine and laugh at whoever ends up being the killer. After hearing about how he couldn't play DND anymore, she asked Hiro if Clue was okay to play due to the concept. Turns out the lack of an emotional attachment really helps, so everyone tries to make it fun and not take it too seriously.

Her PTSD shows in the form of panic attacks. Her first one scared the absolute shit out of Makoto and led to their first conversation of "maybe going to the doctor is a good idea".

She is the best mom. She's much more mellow than Makoto is, but their kids always know that they're very loved.

She regularly checks up on the others and tries to be a good friend. She knows that she has a tendency to isolate herself when she's having problems, so she does her best to work with her needs versus her wants.

Makoto is the first person that she ever truly trusted with her whole self, and the rest of the group sees that. They're all incredibly happy for them.

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atlafan · 11 months

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What Nick did to you I will never ever understand. I mean, to be honest, it always seemed that you did the most and tried the most for your relationship to move forward but it was easy to put aside as a ”guy thing”. And it’s so fucking horrible that they get away with leading women on for years with so little effort just to destroy things and go along their own way like it never happened! Like we want to be MARRIED and we want to have KIDS is that so much to ask???

Yeah it'll never make sense to me. Men don't think ahead. He called my dad the summer before he proposed and then sat on the ring for like almost two months. My dad was almost going to ask like hey what's taking so long???

The thing is, I wasn't super active on here in the first couple of years of our relationship. I'm not making excuses for him, but the first couple of years with him were great. He was attentive, and caring, and sweet. He would bring home flowers as a surprise every few months. We had a very beautiful 50/50 relationship. We still fought about things, it wasn't perfect, but I still felt like it was a good partnership.

I think things shifted after we bought our house, especially because COVID happened two months after we moved in. He wasn't used to me being home all the time. He wasn't used to having me home during his free time, and he wasn't used to not being able to just go for a ride to go shopping or something. He gets antsy, and the lockdown exasperated his anxiety.

Also, I think I just grew up. I was 21 when we met, I was almost 22 when we moved in together. He was 26 going on 27. So for a while he was super comforting because he'd be like, "You just finished school, it's okay to be overwhelmed about things". I felt like I could really lean on him for support. Then, as I got older, and we were in the house, I was like why am the only one who cares that the bathroom is dirty, why am I always nagging him? Then I just straight up started treating him the way he treated me. I let dishes pile up, stuff like that. And I was going on more long weekends because I became a Harry fan and going to concerts. I lived 2 hours from friends and family, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for me to go home for a weekend here and there. But I was starting to travel more. It was easier for me to take time off from work, and I would just pick up and go. If I wanted to do something with him and he wasn't able, I'd still go. I for sure outgrew him, but I loved him and we had Henry and the house, and we were so excited about our wedding. But clearly he was coasting along.

Now I'm 28. He stole some of my best years from me. I'm never going to meet someone new and Henry will be my only baby. He's sealed my fate.

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points

The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house.

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like.

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine.

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship.

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like.

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that.

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same.

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket.

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching.

#yoongi #yoongi hc #yoongi x reader #bts #bts x reader #bts hc #yoongi scenario

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other.

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth.

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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domesticnct · 3 years

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25 Days of NCT Christmas Jungwoo

He would be the most excited person in the family. More than you who is a pretty big Christmas enthusiast and more than the kids.

He is that dad that goes ALL out for Christmas. He would spend an entire weekend decorating the exterior of the house and the yard.

He would have some of those blow up santas, mechanical reindeer, candles in every window, a bow on the mailbox, a beautiful overpriced wreath on the door, a little sitting area all decorated for Christmas on the porch, and lights on the house that can be controlled from his phone.

He would get a Christmas themed scented car air freshener, fill the house with gingerbread and pine tree candles, replace all the mugs and other dishes with Christmas themed ones.

This man would decorate the entire interior too. The bedrooms, kitchen, bathrooms, halls, stairs, nothing would be without at least some hint of Christmas.

He would also be the dad that has an annoying amount of ugly Christmas sweaters. Like one for each day leading up to Christmas and would want the kids to make a game out of rating them.

He would play Christmas jazz around the house, cook a ton of holiday themed dishes, and bake so often and bring Christmas themed snacks home so frequently that everyone would gain a few pounds before Christmas week even arrived.

He would also buy everyone including the cat matching pajamas, buy the cat holiday flavored treats, and toys shaped like Christmas trees and gingerbread men.

Though he’s a pretty busy working dad, he works from home to spend more time with the kids during the month of December. He works from home during the summer too to look after the kids, which always makes breaks much more special to them. Especially as you are usually busy at hospital this time of year.

Every weekend in December would be filled with trips to see shows, Christmas theme parks, Christmas night markets, and they would all end in you watching some Christmas special drinking egg nog and eating whatever holiday treat Jungwoo had baked that night.

Most nights, he would also take the kids to different neighborhoods to look at the Christmas lights and would also encourage them to be in a church and school Christmas play which filled up any extra time you two had.

He would be the dad that ends up getting roped into being in the play and steals the ENTIRE show. He would also be extra and give your kids flowers every night of every performance.

He would also almost make you go broke as he would spend well over your estimated budget every year on your two little girl’s gifts.

He also really enjoys shopping and uses retail therapy as a way to cope with work, so he would buy presents for all of his coworkers and all of your friends and family. But they wouldn’t be just any gift. They would all be ver personal and well picked.

The day before Christmas eve, Jungwoo would spend it taking the kids to some light show and then would spend the evening with them making Christmas cookies and homemade hot cocoa packs.

He would then take them to volunteer at a children’s home, bringing all the kids presents and lots of Christmas cookies and other holiday treats because he would want your daughters to know that despite them having a lot because he spoils them, they should still be humble because there are people who have so much less than them.

Especially after he had taken them shopping that morning for their gifts to each other and to you.

Christmas eve would be spent out and about visiting friends and relatives delivering gifts and baked goods until Jungwoo’s social battery ran out and you all would head back home to relax for the evening.

This was the one night Jungwoo wasn’t all over the place doing Christmas related things and it was your turn to be in a mad rush to wrap presents and make sure everything was in order.

You all would spend the evening as a family on the couch cuddling watching movies and looking through scrapbooks of Christmases past.

Eventually Jungwoo would jump up and tell the girls it was time for bed.

You both would help them get ready and put on their matching pajamas before taking a family picture, including the cat of course to send to grandparents, then everyone went to bed in your king sized bed.

Jungwoo would wake up before the kids, but stay in bed until they were both up and ready to go downstairs.

He would run down the stairs with him as if he was their age and get super excited when he saw the presents under the glowing lights of the tree despite being the one that had placed them there.

Everyone would find there presents and pile them together before digging into them.

As expected, Jungwoo had spoiled everyone.

He bought you the latest tech gadgets to make life easier at home.

He bought the girls nearly everything on their list, but the catch was that they had to choose three of their gifts to give away to charity as a way to keep them grateful for what they had.

You would head to the kitchen and make pancakes with scrambled eggs, sausage, and fresh squeezed orange juice you had bought at a Christmas market two days before.

Everyone would eat breakfast around the table as a family while the Christmas parade played in the background.

Eventually, the girls would get tired of playing with their new dolls and video games, and would venture outside to play with their friends and test out the neighborhood boys bikes and sleds before they had a massive snowball fight.

You and Jungwoo would take advantage of this time to clean up the house so it would be nice and clean for dinner, as well as get the turkey in the oven and get your dough to rise.

Family and friends would come pouring in late in the afternoon. Everyone would bring lots of desserts, drinks, and side dishes, so the turkey and rolls were really the only things you and Jungwoo had to be responsible for.

Many of your friends would end up staying late in the night and every Christmas, your guest rooms were overflowing with friends who had too much to drink during your mini Christmas dinner party.

In the midst of the socializing, you and Jungwoo would find the time to put your girls to bed together and would read them a Christmas carol before they drifted off to sleep.

You two would then fight to keep your guests quiet for the rest of the night and once the house had settled and quieted down, you two would have a little bonfire with your closest and calmest friends roasting marshmallows, sipping Christmas punch, and reliving stories from your college days before you and Jungwoo had met, how you two had met when he broke his leg and was rushed to the hospital you were a nurse at, and how your friend groups had collided as a result of your marriage.

Then when the last embers of the fire died and you looked at the clock to see it was well into the early hours of the morning, you would crawl into bed that your daughters had snuck into in the night. You two would smile at them and then each other before Jungwoo planted a soft kiss on each of your foreheads and turned out the lights mumbling “Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight”.

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mccall-me-maurice · 3 years

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A new list of headcanons for the updated AU

Lotf headcanons

Jack:

Jack is Ralph’s academic rival and also head of the debate team. He spends the weekends at his father’s business, learning how to run the company. On the Saturday nights, he goes to an underground club in a fight ring thing. Nobody knows he does it, even though Ralph also spends time there.

Jack is dyslexic and has minor and manageable OCD, denying using extra help for his dyslexia in classes.

Comes from a wealthy family with 6 siblings, his father divorcing his mother and marrying his step-mother who he pushes away because he’s angsty and shes “not his real mother.”

Loves 80s music so much, he’s a nerd for it.

Sings in the shower/bathroom like into a hairbrush in front of the mirror in his little towel like a nerd but he’s actually really good at singing.

Wears his uniform extremely sharply and very crisp like why so much effort.

He has hearing loss due to an accident in his childhood and he’s fluent in ASL, but doesn’t wear his hearing aids almost ever.

Ralph:

Ralph is fluent in violin, he’s actually really good at playing, he was also an ocean lifeguard and saved Jack’s life when he got caught in a current.

He wears thick framed glasses to read and has really swoopy handwriting thats illegible because it’s like messy calligraphy.

Ralph dives as a hobby and is so good at it, like scary good at diving perfectly.

He has beauty marks on his face that he lets people trace sometimes, ink usually adorning his cheeks.

Very French, extremely French. Fluent in the language.

Draws on his hands with different coloured pens and the designs are always so intricate like a mandala colouring book.

Also draws on the cuffs of his jeans and the rubber edge of his sneakers all the time.

Blushes very easily, will go red in a matter of seconds flat either when he’s flustered, embarrassed or angry.

Brothers with Robert.

Simon:

Spends all of his out of school time in his mother’s flower shop and can recite the meaning of most flowers if you ask him. His fingers are all bandaged up because of how much he cuts himself with knives when he’s removing stems or clippers.

He has epilepsy and faints frequently.

Is a fan of older musicals, like Grease, Dirty Dancing and Hairspray and makes the choir watch them with him.

Rarely spends time indoors, Simon is usually out biking around the neighbourhood or walking around with his friends from school.

Will paint rocks and gift them to people when he thinks they’re upset. Also does face painting at the school carnivals, because he never minds being alone in a booth when there is nobody there.

Speaks softly and is usually ignored in favour of people with louder opinions, but he’s usually right.

Roger:

His biological family died in a house accident, the only thing surviving being him and his cat Nastya, who he loves more than anything. Because of his parents death, he taught himself the rest of the Russian language, which they were already teaching him along with English. However, his heritage is East Asian and Russian.

He pierced his lip by himself, and even though it turned out fine, he got his ears done professionally.

Not very affectionate and will push people away, distancing himself because he doesn’t like the idea of anyone being close to him and get under his skin.

Dyed the back part of his hair on a whim and just liked it enough to keep it as a style.

Spends nights at Simon’s place instead of his own, finding more comfort in Simon’s house.

Sam:

Comes from a German family, but knows German, Italian and English.

He hates birthdays because he doesn’t understand why they are so important.

Hates social interactions and actively avoids them with a passion. He gets extremely nervous and just leaves abruptly when he gets too overwhelmed.

Younger than Eric by 6 minutes, which he routinely gets teased for.

Into super cheesy romantic movies because he loves the idea of a happy ending despite not having one himself.

Messes with his hair when he’s anxious, so it’s constantly messy and mussed.

Mega nail biter when he’s nervous.

Cousins with Jack.

Maurice:

Heavily touch reliant and when his friends don’t show him physical affection, he assumes the worst and gets very upset.

Heavily Italian, like so fucking Italian. His family hardly speaks English and he learned most of his from school.

Very passionate about science despite most people thinking he’s an idiot. He has some of the highest marks in his class.

Messes with things when he’s talking or uses hand gestures. Like if there’s a pen, he’s clicking it because it helps him concentrate.

Maurice has like a billion flannels and hoodies he just cycles through and it looks like he doesn’t change but no, it’s just that he owns a gazillion grey hoodies

His older sister when to an Ivy League school, so he owns a lot of stuff from it that he wears like sweaters or ball caps.

Eric:

Very sarcastic. his entire sense of humour is him bathing in his own sarcasm. It’s actually pretty well timed and kind of funny how he’s able to deadpan his jokes.

Very easily picks up on languages. He’s fluent or close to fluent in German, English, Italian, French, Spanish, Japanese and partly fluent in Korean.

Really enjoys computer science and plans on doing it for a living. He stays up late at night to work and sleeps until like midday.

Doesn’t acknowledge other people’s emotions very often because he doesn’t realise when he’s gone too far, but still feels bad for others when they’re hurt.

Jack’s favourite cousin because they’re cynical buddies. Jack is overly protective of him even though Eric is perfectly capable.

Robert:

Brothers with Ralph and is very protective over him. Has absolutely slandered choir members before for hating on Ralph.

Shares a dad with Ralph but has a different mom, who he visits over the summer and sometimes during the holidays. That’s where he gets his Spanish roots from, which is a language he’s fluent in. He has 7 siblings on that side of his family.

Adores burnt popcorn and burnt anything. If he can burn it, he will.

Works as a mechanic in his free time and built the car he shares with Ralph.

Sci-Fi nerd, specifically Star Wars. He loves the movies and watches them like every day.

Extremely talented artist, Robert sketches anytime he has a pencil and paper.

Peter:

Was bullied in the past but doesn’t let the words bother him anymore. It mostly stopped around high school.

Works with his auntie in the sweet shop and brings his friends food for them to taste test.

Used to be a boy scout, so he can tie any knot you want him to, it’s really a gift.

Gets very cold very easily, especially his fingertips. He usually has a pair of gloves on him for when it gets really bad.

A Mathlete for most of his time in high school, obviously is extremely intelligent.

Double knots his shoelaces so they’re extra secure.

Bill:

Swedish, and really enjoys his own culture. He will spend HOURS rambling about it and how much he loves it.

Watches Avatar the Last Airbender and has the biggest crushes on Sokka and Zuko.

Also is a sucker for people who wear glasses, he really loves them.

Works at the library despite not liking books, he finds comfort in shelving them and the order they go in.

Puts little umbrellas in every single drink he has, it doesn’t matter what it is.

Writes notes to himself on sticky notes because his memory is horrible.

Sets at least 5 alarms because 1 will not wake him up by itself.

Harold:

Can speak limited Spanish due to his schooling.

Likes singing, but never really got into it like some choir members because he has stage fright.

Powerful speaker when he wants to be, but is usually too nervous to say anything.

Has no idea how to tie a tie, so he lets other people do it for him.

Sometimes take sarcastic comments seriously and ends up confused.

A really good actor and loves the performing arts.

Has extremely clear skin, he never gets any blemishes.

Wilfred:

Dyed his hair because his naturally brown hair reminds him too much of his father, who he hates.

Has 4 tattoos in total, the 4 card suits on his cheek, a half sleeve of roses, a bow and olive branch on his inner forearm, and the solar system on his outer forearm.

Very flirtatious to people he doesn’t really like but gets nervous around those he does.

Hold grudges really well.

Has shockingly neat handwriting.

Has a pretty horrible home life but he never talks about it to anyone because he doesn’t want to be perceived as weak or incapable.

Colours with only crayons.

Percival:

Cries easily, as he’s very emotionally driven and is typically teased for being a crybaby or told to “toughen up.”

Absolutely has the worst sleep schedule ever, he gets 3 hours and calls it a win.

Can’t sleep without a nightlight on in his room.

Enjoys writing things down in this notebook instead of on his phone because he likes the feeling of physically using pen and paper.

Sends letters to people all the time instead of messaging.

Good at sewing, he makes his own Halloween costume every year by himself.

Hates horror movies because he’s spooked easily.

Max:

Lived through a house fire when he was younger, so he has burn scars all over his arms.

Is afraid of cooking due to the fire and will go without eating if he has to touch the stove to make food.

Laid back most of the time, but can reach a snapping point in which the emotion is amplified. (like sadness or anger)

Loves swimming, it doesn’t matter where he does it, he just loves to swim.

Is very time sensitive and has to get places early or directly on time or else he gets anxious.

A very fast reader, typically long books take him 2-3 days to get through.

Johnny:

Worries a lot, he usually sees the worst in every single situation.

Is a trans male (Ftm) and was accepted by his entire family when he came out.

Owns a St. Bernard named Dolly who is the sweetest dog ever.

Spends a lot of time outdoors, he still plays as if he is a child.

Also enjoys the snow a lot because he’s fond of building snowmen with the kids on his street.

Has very sensitive skin and eczema, which he doesn’t like to talk about or show anyone because it makes him feel insecure.

Oddly good at playing guitar, he just picks up on chords with ease.

Walter:

Good at playing the drums and annoys his entire family with it.

Uses a skateboard as his main method of transportation around places.

On the basketball team, as his older brother taught him to play when they were both younger.

Hates roller skating despite being very good at most things on wheels. He can never find his balance.

Shockingly good at Math, especially statistics and calculus. He’s in all advanced math courses.

Has a very weird snake addiction and he desperately wants to buy one.

Henry:

Aromantic Asexual who is best friends with Harold and Wilfred.

Mainly makes snippy remarks because his humour falls into the sarcasm umbrella.

Adores comic books and superheroes, specifically Marvel ones because he’s a fan of Dare Devil.

Plays baseball in his free time but hasn’t joined a team, he just plays with the boys in his neighbourhood.

Addicted to the High School Musical movies.

Good at painting people’s nails and will do it for them if they ask.

Has really fluffy hair that he lets people touch and play with.

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crewofthegoldrush · 2 years

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Not too long ago I drew Monty with her ex - she was mentioned in a session but their story wasn't addressed. It's considered canon to me that Monty has now told Aubrey the full story during the course of their date (❤!!!) so we can finally uncover the backstory of Monty's two childhood best friends, Gentry Yang O'Malley and Rascal O'Malley -

Following a pretty bad divorce, Gentry's mother moved them in with Gentry's grandpa, the current Sheriff of Runswick, to get back on their feet. They settled down and eventually opened up a flower shop, Thorns'n Ivy, filling a niche that ended up being pretty well received in this little town. Monty took to Gentry almost immediately, as she was already close to her Pops through her Pa, his deputy. Monty remembers Gentry being "sweet and spicy," charismatic and loyal, ornery as hell, flirty and hot-tempered straddling that line between a floral loving druid and a fire harboring tiefling, and she kinda loved her for it.

Only a few years later, if that, Rascal moved to Runswick with his two dads as they opened a leatherwork shop, Tan Your Hide. Monty met Rascal not just because they were now school mates but because her aunt Thes, a blacksmith, really took to his dads. Despite his massive size (as an adult he is taller than Monty and quite bulky, being a minotaur worksmith), he is extremely gentle and kind, with a jovial and optimistic view of the world. It was usually the case that the more calm and level headed Rascal was the one reining in his girls. Some of the clothes Monty still wears to this day were made by Rascal, including her hat.

Monty absolutely adored both of them, but as one might expect, she harbored a huge crush on Gentry and the two had a flirty relationship from their "high school" years to well into their adulthood - it wasn't necessarily a secret between them, just something they never seriously acted on. This would ultimately culminate in what Monty considers her biggest embarrassment. Monty held a party the weekend she made deputy, and wouldn't you know it, she woke up with a killer hangover, her best friend next to her, and two matching wedding rings. She still to this day has no memory of this, and Gentry isn't much help either.

The marriage only lasted for about two months. It was certainly nice for a little while, with this being the push to finally do something about their relationship. But the reality that they were now committed and they hadn't even dated yet - and at a relatively young age as this would have been when Monty was the dragonborn equivalent of 19 or 20 - it was all a bit too much for two "unkept" gals, and it certainly strained the marriage and almost their friendship. On top of this, Monty was desperate to keep it from her parents as she was still too embarrassed to tell them.

(She would be even more embarrassed to learn they knew the whole time.)

Eventually the two decided whatever this potential relationship was wasn't worth straining their friendship and they divorced. The two did swap rings as gifts to the other, as sort of a joke, sort of a promise. It is likely this was also done as a balm of sorts for Gentry, considering her parents' divorce. Monty now uses this ring for her spell-slot restoring infusion.

Similar to Monty and Gentry, Gentry and Rascal also had a flirty relationship that they never seriously addressed. This never turned into a love triangle between them, especially considering Monty's courtship style is very hands off - if a gal isn't hers, she feels no right to jealousy - and she was just as likely to make jokes about the two hooking up. Rascal was genuinely happy for them when they tried to make the marriage work, and was likewise almost overly concerned that Monty seemingly "threw away her chance" with Gentry and only stopped feeling bad when Monty insisted she was fine with the divorce - it wasn't a real proper thing anyway, this stupid thing she did and everyone should just forget about it.

Eventually, after the marriage was behind them, Gentry and Rascal left Runswick. One of Rascal's fathers was away at the war but following his discharge due to an injury, Rascal moved away to take care of him and support his dads. This left Gentry and Monty alone for a bit, but following Shepherd's passing, Gentry and her Mom move out of the small town to upscale their shop thanks to the inheritance they received. Mostly by coincidence, the two end up in still close proximity to each other and do eventually begin to date, and marry. Monty gladly attends their wedding, and comes home from that weekend to find a little blue kobold on her mom's hip.

Monty kept in touch with them up until her banishment where, in her shame, she dropped communications with them as she still considered them part of her clan. The only communications she ever responded to was when Gentry claimed she would "kill her if she died in the Mourning somehow." She is very, very slowly reaching out to them again, and has recently learned they intend to make her their kid's Godmother, should they have any (If they haven't already - I reserve the right to retcon this should I need to ;p)

Fun Facts bc this post isn’t long enough eh

Monty's nickname for Gentry is "Rosé" and Rascal's is "Beefcake." It was Gentry who gave Monty her small affinity for roses

Gentry's mother's name is Sandra, and she was good friends with Belle and Aunt Arizona; Rascal's Pa's are Mark (a lion tabaxi) & Derek (a water buffalo minotaur). yea when i need to name an NPC on the fly i just throw my hand into my bag titled “grey’s names & country music”

The character concepts for all three of them were created because of this post

Originally Gentry's personality was going to be much more similar to Aubrey's in that "defrosting ice queen" way, but that doesn't reflect the story I wanted Montbrey to be and it was important to me that Monty was never hung up on her ex (dnd is therapy etc etc). Although now that Aubrey is opening up more, some of their similarities are starting to shine through. Wayfinder though does remind Monty of Rascal and is partly why she feels close to him.

Monty never told Tequila about Gentry or Rascal specifically because not only was the whole thing behind them at this point, but it was also something that greatly embarrassed her. Dragonborn do not like to discuss things that hurt their ego, making it a "well you never asked" topic for her

not that it matters, but Gentry is pan and Rascal is bi!

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #eberron #tielfing #minotaur #art only #i never intended to build these two out so much but here we are!

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lisbonsteresa · 3 years

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let me be a clown and send LucyxRyan for the ship ask meme (if you're still doing it!)

CHARLIE 🥲

yes of course we're all clowns here honk honk but i WILL be thinking of these only in the happiest 'Lucy lives; the townfolk are not dicks; Hudson Enterprises is somehow taken down; Everett chokes on his own self-importance; Ryan keeps a small amount of his money and he and Lucy lead a slightly nicer than modest life with Nancy in HB' kind of context

1. Who buys flowers for the other

When they first started dating, Ryan told Lucy he'd buy out a flower shop just to make her smile. She'd laughed then, and when she opened her locker a few days later and nearly 100 daisies came spilling out she laughed again and kissed him soundly once she found him (he's mellowed out a bit in his 'old age' as Nancy puts it but he still gives Lucy flowers at any possible occasion - i picture daisies and yarrow and maybe daffodils bc i like lucy and yellow but i'm reading too much into flower meanings now) (also in the real timeline there's a bouquet of pink carnations that shows up on Lucy's grave twice a year - her birthday and the day she died - and no one knows where they come from but also everyone knows where they come from and also i'm sad)

2. Who makes the other coffee/tea

Lucy makes Ryan coffee almost every morning - usually to-go so he can have it on his way to work as Carson Drew's legal assistant (it was an unlikely partnership but the Sables ryan took lucy's name argue with the wall and the Drews are super close and Carson and Kate spoil their goddaughter Nancy rotten)

And Ryan makes Lucy tea almost every night and they sit on the couch with their legs all tangled while he reviews briefings and she grades assignments (she teaches creative writing/poetry at a local community college) (Nancy complains almost every time she comes home from a shift at the Claw or a night out with a certain dishwasher *ahem* to find them like this because 'get over yourselves you're not 17 anymore' but she does it with a giant grin on her face and they always find space for her to squeeze in between them)

3. Who eats the most candy on Halloween

Ryan - Lucy prefers ice cream to candy when it comes to sweets, but she does pick up a back-up bag every year so 'there's some left over for the other children' (they all laugh at it now but Nancy wasn't laughing that time she was 11 and she found the wrappers for all her missing trick-or-treating loot in her dad's office trash)

4. Who tries new recipes all the time

Lucy is the only one who tries any recipes, because somehow even after nearly 20 years and raising a child together, her cooking skills still have yet to start to rub off on Ryan (he's there to assist with anything he can and he always does the dishes to compensate, but any time Lucy is away for the weekend or having dinner out with her mom and Josh, Nancy knows it's going to be a take out night honestly they're both thankful ryan stopped trying after he nearly burned the house down trying to cook a frozen pizza)

5. Who genuinely likes pineapple on pizza

Both - Lucy's loved it since she was little, and Ryan always made fun of her for it until she finally forced him to try a slice and now he won't shut up about how good it is (neither of them can convince Nancy, however)

6. Who wears hats on special occasions

....Neither....Lucy doesn't like how she looks in hats and Ryan doesn't like how they 'ruin' his hair (the only exception - a special occasion, if you will - is when Carson and Ryan get together to watch/go to a baseball game because they Dad-out and Ryan has to show his team his support)

7. Who likes ‘90s R&B

Ryan - technically, being teens in the 90s, they both enjoy it, but I just picture Lucy being more of a singer-songwriter kind of gal

8. Who likes long walks on the beach

Both - they are insanely sappy fight me and they love long walks at sunset (and they also loved when Nancy was younger and they'd swing her between them...when they were able to pull her away from studying the tide pools and/or other beachgoers...) (but also: it takes the Sables a while to warm up to Ryan and him going on long walks with them really helped them get to know/like him more as a person rather than a Hudson)

9. Who buys wacky picture frames

They don't so much buy them, but during elementary school Nancy went through a big moment of making those popsicle-stick picture frames (she colored them horribly with puffy paint and threw pom-poms and glitter all over them) and they have yet to get rid of any of them (even when they start falling apart and she begs them to)

10. Who compares themselves to fictional/celebrity couples

'I mean, to be fair, we kind of were a celebrity couple for a while there' 'Being in the papers for your father tanking his company and being brought up on 12 counts of tax evasion is not really the kind of celebrity you think it is sweetheart'

11. Who can solve a rubix cube

It might take them a few days, but eventually they can get it together (they do not, however, do so very often because Ryan is still pouting over the time his 8 year old daughter solved it in less than half the time it took him)

12. Who would wear Hawaiian shirts on vacation/during the summer

You cannot convince me Ryan would not (it's one of the first things he and Ace bond over - he likes his daughter's taste in men's taste in casual wear)

13. Who wears mismatched socks because they can��t keep up with the pairs

Lucy is meticulous with sock matching whenever she does a load specifically because Ryan's philosophy seems to be 'eh, they're both white....it's probably fine'

#i may have made these a BIT saccharine but who's going to say anything? you're going to tell me they don't deserve that?#i am open to doing teen lucy/ryan too but also.....it would hurt me #(but i will probably do it)#ask games #nd #longpost

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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It Wasn’t in the Contract: One

Bucky stood in front of the window and looked down at the street below. It was another busy city morning. People milled about on the side walk. Cars jammed the street. And it was his.

He had the city in his pocket. He owned Judges, Lawyers, Cops, Journalists... Nothing could touch his operation. After almost a decade of building his team. Building his empire. He was making money hand over fist. More than he could ever spend in a life time.

But what he needed right now, he couldn’t buy.

He needed a wedding date.

And not just any date. He needed you.

Because somehow, in the last decade, he’d neglected to tell his ma, and his sisters that you’d left. That he’d let his ambition get in the way. And that when he’d hurt you, left you cold and lonely one too many times, you’d gone. Set yourself up in Paris. And now, he knew he was in too deep. He couldn’t back pedal now. He had to get you to come with him. Or he’d never live it down.

His Ma, he knew had an inkling. Hell. By now she probably knew. And knew everything. But he’d be damned if he was gonna sit through any lectures the week of Becca’s wedding. He just. He wanted the week to be nice. And if he was honest... After 9 years apart, after watching your career flourish at a distance. After watching you do everything you set out to do... He wanted to see you. Tell you he missed you.

Because after 9 years, the problem with everyone he ever dated was simple. They. Weren’t. You. When they looked up at him in the afterglow, snuggling into his chest, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like home. And god. Did he want to go home. Even if it was just to say ‘hello’.

_________

The flight to Paris had been long. But, at least first class had come with Wi-fi. And alcohol. It had made it so that, at the very least, he’d managed to sleep a little. So by the time he was in his hotel and had his bag unpack he was... Well frankly he was getting nervous.

He knew that it was probably bullshit. The feeling in his chest that told him, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were somewhere in the city. That if he looked out over his /balcony you’d be right there. Waiting for him. Looking for him too.

And he laughed at himself a little. If you heard him say it out loud, you would probably have laughed at him too. You were never the romantic type. Not really. You were too practical and grounded for that. Romantic movies bored you to tears. Sappy, sentimental family movies were even worse. “Life isn’t like the movies.”

You’d told him that once during an argument. Right before the break up. When all you’d done was argue. Bucky had told you he wanted a baby. You’d told him that you wanted to finish school. That you wanted to get designs onto shelves. That you wouldn’t have time to take care of a baby AND start your shop. Bucky had said that he’d help you. And even when it first came out he knew it was a lie. He was trying to keep himself and his crew out of jail and make enough money to pay off his dad’s debts. He didn’t have time for a baby either. But it sounded good. And if it had been a movie you would have melted into his arms. It would have been fine.

But it hadn’t been. No matter how much he wanted it to be. Because he hadn’t wanted to work. He hadn’t wanted to try and be the man you needed him to be. He’d been a dumb kid. A kid with a dream, sure. But a dumb kid none the less. And as he stood in front of your door, a bouquet of white roses in his hand, he couldn’t breathe.

He knew there was a little gray at his temples. And in his bead when he didn’t stay clean shaven. And that maybe was wasn’t quite as trim as he’d been. But you? He’d seen pictures of you in articles. Even with all the photo magic photoshop shit, you still looked incredible. Maybe a little softer somehow. And the last of the puppy fat that had clung on to you for so long had finally melted away into some more mature features but...

That wasn’t the face that greeted him.

The door swung open, a blast of cool, lavender and sage scented air hitting him in the face. And there was no doe eyed beauty staring at him in surprise.

There was nothing but empty space and a glimpse of some yellow walls and polished wood floors.

“Who are you?”

The voice made him look down. And staring up at him was a kid. An 8-ish year old kid. With your eyes and a thick, unruly, mop of dark curls. Bucky can’t speak for a second.

“I- I- I think I have the wrong address,” he managed after a second.

The kid just shrugged and said, “Okay.” Swinging the door shut with a finality that made his head spin and his ears ring.

He stood there for a long moment. Clutching the roses in his fist. And he felt sick. A kid. Was it his kid? How had you not told him? How had he not known? Nat-.

The thought stopped him dead in his tracks and scowling he turned, loping down your front steps and jerking his phone out of his pocket.

“Romanoff,”

“She has a fucking kid, Natasha,” he growled, taking a deep breath to keep from screaming as he shoved the flowers into a trash bin.

“Yeah, and?” she said, just barely managing to not sound surprised that he knew.

“How long have you known?” he said accusingly.

“Since she got the positive test,” she said calmly, “Shit. I was in the delivery room with her.”

“But-”

“We all knew. And no. Nicco isn’t yours. His dad is an Italian Model Y/N took a long weekend with a few years ago.” She says all of this calmly. As if the rug wasn’t ripped out from under him. As if he wasn’t struggling to breathe. He didn’t understand why.

Why you wouldn’t have a baby with him but some random model knocked you up and now all of a sudden what? You wanted to play house? “They still together?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“Oh. God no,” Nat snorted, “He wanted fuck all to do with the kid. Y/N had him sign his rights away AT the hospital about 4 hours after he was born... I go visit a couple times a year... And we all tend to drop by when she comes state side.”

“Why did no one fucking tell me!” he exploded finally.

“She asked us not too, Buck.” she murmured.

He hung up after that, shoving his phone in his pocket and turning to trudge up the street. He needed alcohol. A lot of it. And he needed to plan his next move.

__________

You half listen for your son’s footsteps in the hall and sneak a little peak at the page of his journal, rolling your eyes fondly. It’s a revised Birthday list, looks like. And like it has been since he was old enough to write it out, it was mostly clothes.

At the top of the list, of course, was a new pair of boots (with heels please). You can hear it in his prim little voice and it makes you smile. Your little fashionista. He loved looking nice. And it was a constant source of contention that you refused to let him model. At least out side of little fun shoots at your studio.

“Who was at the door, dearest?” you ask, smiling.

“Mom!” he scolded, “Don’t look at my list! It’s so last month.”

“Nicco,” you chuckle, “You just updated it yesterday.”

“No,” he corrected, “I thought about updating it yesterday... Can I have a pair of pumps?”

You make a soft thoughtful noise, “Yes,” you answer finally, “But not for school.”

“Mom-”

“I don’t want you spraining an ankle. Or damaging your feet,” you explain, “I know- I know. Wedges are terribly passe but. You’re not going to like needing your knees replaced when you’re my age.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly,” you hum, ruffling his hair, “Who was at the door?”

“Oh!” he said, crossing something off his list, “Some guy in a suit. Said he got the wrong address.”

You nod, turning back to preparing dinner, “What should we have for dessert?” you muse out loud, already eyeing the box of brownie mix in the cupboard.

“Brownies?” Nicco said, giving you his biggest, saddest eyes. His dimples appearing in his cheeks as he tried not to grin at you. A look that made you just melt. And one you can’t say no to. Even if you should.

You sigh, “Fine,” you tut, “But I’m not paying you to tell me I’m pretty when I get fat.”

“Mom,” he huffed, “You won’t have to pay me to tell you that.” And you really did melt then, kissing him on the cheek s you went to retrieve a mixing bowl.

“I mean,” he added, “If you do pay me I might tell you more often though.”

And you can’t help it. You laugh.

#Bucky x reader #past reationship #mob au #mob!Bucky #fluff #angst #break up #fake dating maybe?

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merakiaes · 5 years

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Happily Ever After - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: This turned out really long and it’s really bad xD This is part two of “Without A Trace”, which has been heavily requested. I know the whole Changretta vendetta didn’t last four years and that there’s a lot of plot holes in this, but I had to create my own timeline and cut it to an end because it got too long, so it’s not as detailed as I would have wanted it to be. Might come back and add some things in the future but for now, this is it. I hope you like it xx

Wordcount: 6169

Summary: Four years after running away from Small Heath, leaving your families behind in order to continue being together, you and Finn have built a life and started a family of your own in America. After not having heard from Isaiah for a while, he finally gets in touch and lets you know the war with Changretta is over, that your dad and Tommy have made amends and it’s safe to return home.

Part One - Without A Trace

America was really different from Birmingham, of that much you were sure the second you stepped foot out of the ship that had taken you there.

The whole idea of running away had stressed you out indescribably much already in the moment Finn had first uttered it, and upon arriving at your destination, the anxiety in your chest only intensified.

You had started your new life off with a panic attack in an alley, just crying and shaking and saying that you wanted to go back home, that you never should have left in the first place. But after a long fifteen minutes, Finn had finally managed to calm you down, assured you that he would take care of you, and that you wouldn't die by being on your own like it felt in that moment.

The first two night in America you had spent at a cheap inn, until you managed to get yourself a small apartment with the money you had brought from home – after paying a bank a visit to exchange the currency.

The first week you didn’t do much to actually try to settle down. You ran around and had fun, mostly as a way to push back the thought of your families that you were admittedly already missing dearly.

You went to circuses and carnivals, wandered through the streets hand in hand, but as you didn’t want to waste your money, you had to sneak into most of the places you went.

Everything you had wanted was to see the world with him. Find new places and experience new amazing things. And now you got to do just that.

But it was only fun and games for so long, as you soon realized you would have to settle down for real and find work so that you could continue living like you did.

As Finn hadn’t gone to school since he was six, he didn’t have many qualifications that you needed to work in the big city of New York.

You however, managed to land yourself a job as a dressmaker’s assistant, earning enough money to keep you going while Finn spent his days learning how to read, write and count.

Eventually, he took up studies in economics and landed himself a desk job, and you went on to take over the dressmaker’s business when she passed away a year later.

At this point, you had gotten married. As he had stolen your heart, you only thought it fair that you stole his last name.

You had conceived your first children not long after you took over the business, two girls that you named Victoria and Nelly – twins.

The first few months, when they still needed to be nursed, you brought them with you to work every day.

Luckily, they were very content and sleepy, and never caused too much trouble or disturbed the customers. In fact, as it was mostly women who came into the shop in need of your services, they loved watching over the babies.

Once they got old enough to be fed from the bottle, Finn and yourself started taking turns taking care of them.

Some days, you would take them with you to work, and others, he would stay home with them. And every time he was on baby-duty, you would come home to find him sitting in the sofa with them resting soundly on his chest, sniffing their hair like he had from the first day.

He said they smelled good, and they did. There was really no smell like the one of a baby's head.

A year and a half later, your clothing brand had gotten much bigger, and you now had a big enough income to move to a bigger house, a bit further away from the city life.

You had another baby girl, making her your third, who you named Ines.

Unlike Victoria and Nelly, she was a mess. She cried all the time, wouldn’t sleep during the days nor the nights, and had you pulling at your hair with frustration and exhaustion every day.

But Finn was just so amazing about the entire thing.

Out of the two of you, you were without a doubt the most hardworking one, and he noticed your exhaustion and took care of the girls and the house when you simply didn’t have the energy to.

As you were both up and at it early in the morning to go to work every day, you either took turns or worked together to get the girls ready to go to your neighbor, who took care of them on the days you were both working, but when you got home, you were usually ready to fall asleep the second you set foot inside the doorway, so Finn was the one to put them to bed after you had made dinner together.

Now being able to read, he would read to them every night, all three of them squeezed in between you on Victoria or Nelly’s bed.

You would never admit it, but out of all of you, you were usually the first one to fall asleep, and unbeknownst to you, Finn and the girls would giggle quietly at your light snoring.

Once they were asleep, too, Finn would carefully carry them to their own beds, and then quietly wake you up and lead you to your bedroom where he would help you out of your clothes and then wrap his arms around you as you fell back asleep.

He would have left you to sleep in the girls’ room, but as their beds were really small, you most likely would have fallen out of it in your sleep throughout the night and by doing that woken the others up, and that wasn’t something any of you wanted to happen.

Ines was far too hard to put to bed once she was awake.

Putting them to sleep wasn’t the only thing he did, though. He taught himself to cut and braid their hair, and took you all out on late night strolls on the rare occasion on weekends, where you would gaze at the stars and just sit together on a hill somewhere and make flower crowns and watch the ants on the ground.

Whenever there was a thunderstorm, he would play and build blanket forts with them to distract them from the loud claps of thunder and keep them from crying.

More days than you would have wanted, he was way too nice, letting them have biscuits and tarts for snacks rather than the fruits you urged them to eat.

He just couldn’t say no to them, and you couldn’t get through to them either once he had given them a ‘yes’, because when they were at their best, and their worst, they were truly their daddy’s girls at heart – sweet and considerate, but God, so stubborn.

But you wouldn’t change any of them for the world.

Life had given you a wonderful family, a happy home and love for each other. But most importantly, it brought you together. You were so grateful to have Finn in your life.

He had been there holding your hand on your first date, holding your hands during the birth of your babies, and now he continued to hold your hand through the beautiful thing you called life. You couldn’t imagine anyone else being there to hold your hand.

You adored him with all of your heart and that feeling would never go away. Your children were proof of your love. Your family was the greatest treasure you had. He was your best friend, the father of your children and your hidden strength and you never would have been able to pull through without him.

Your new life was amazing, but ever since you had left Birmingham, you had been plagued by nightmares of your family dying in your absence.

It was always the same dream, all of them lying lifeless on the front step of the house you had lived in in Small Heath, always ending with your mom telling you that you could have saved them if only you hadn’t left.

Finn was there to hold you every time this occurred. He would never fall asleep before you, but rather forced himself to stay awake until he was sure you were soundly sleeping in his arms, and always got up to take care of you whenever you would wake up during the nights, no matter how late it was and no matter how tired he was.

If you couldn’t or didn’t want to fall back asleep, he would lay awake and talk to you until it was time to get up in the morning.

He never tried to promise that he would fix all your problems, but he always promised you that you would never have to face them alone, and you didn’t.

You were a team, and the greatest team anyone had ever seen. Whatever one of you lacked, the other balanced out. Whenever you had a minor setback, you made a major comeback. If you had a bad day, he always promised you a better night. If you needed support, he acted as your backbone.

You were never alone and you couldn’t have been more grateful that he was the one you ended up with against all odds.

You were truly happy, but you still couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your chest when you saw him with your daughters.

He was their greatest hero and protector, that much was clear as day in their eyes whenever they looked at him.

He was the greatest father. He scolded them whenever they would break the rules, but he would still always be there to pick them up when they fell.

Any fool could have a child. That didn’t make him a father. It was the courage to raise a child that makes you a father. And even then, any man could be a father, but it took someone special to be a dad.

And the dad he was to them, was exactly who your dad had been to you.

Despite you and Finn never fighting, you would sometimes find yourself stuck in life and when everything went wrong and you were having a bad day, you wished you could have just called your dad so that he could tell you that everything would be okay.

But with the way things were, you couldn’t, and it hurt, no matter how much Finn tried to assure you that the feud your families had would be gone someday.

Because you never believed it.

You knew your dad. He wasn’t one to betray his allies, not for anything or anyone, probably not even for you.

So all you could do was look through the photo albums you had both brought, introducing your daughters to their grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins through paper and ink.

You told them about your mom, dad, siblings, uncles and your father’s men who might as well have been family by blood, and Finn told them about his brothers, sister and Aunt Polly.

You weren’t very hopeful that it would ever happen, but if the day actually came that you would be going back, both of you wanted them to be familiar with their families, to make the first meeting as easy as only possible for them.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have a picture of Isaiah, who had made all of this possible. But he called to check up on you once every other week, having to put some time between the calls to not act suspicious and always having to call from a phone box so that Tommy wouldn’t be able to track the phone register.

Because Isaiah had told you that he tracked everything, knowing that someone must have known where you were, but just that he didn’t know who.

Very unlike him, however, he hadn’t called for almost three weeks now, and you were constantly worrying that something might have happened to your family.

You were about ready to give up and go back, when Isaiah finally called you, starting off by apologizing for worrying you.

And it was without a doubt the most shocking call you had ever gotten.

Finn had been the one to pick up the phone, and you had been forced to sit by, chewing on your nails while your daughters ran around your legs playing tag.

You could barely even hear them though, too busy trying to control your anxious breathing and beating heart as you took in the look of utter shock on Finn’s face.

Isaiah had told him that Changretta had invited the Shelbys over for dinner in the purpose of making peace between them as the vendetta and war between their families and business had gone on far too long, but that it had turned out just to be a trick to get them all into the same room without any way to protect themselves, and that he had then brought out the big guns.

That wasn’t what had shocked you the most, however.

What had shocked you the most was the fact that your father hadn’t known anything about his friend’s plan, obviously not seeing as he never would have thought he would be stupid enough to attempt a massacre with women and children in the room, and ended up throwing himself in front of Tommy to save him from a bullet, officially switching sides in the war and declaring himself an enemy of the man he had trusted with his life only moments before.

Everyone had gotten out of there alive. Some shot and some stabbed, but alive. All but Changretta.

When realizing that your father’s men had brought guns of their own and that they had no chance of winning in a gunfight, the Italians had fled and Tommy had then proceeded to put a bullet in between Changretta’s eyes, ending the war for good.

After taking a bullet for Tommy, Isaiah had told Finn, they had grown close and joined together, and only then had Isaiah let them know that he had known where you had been the entire time, to which they had asked him, to ask you, to come home.

You couldn’t believe it. Truly. Your first reaction was to shake your head furiously and refuse, saying that you knew your father and you would not take the risk of going back, terrified that your dad would put a bullet between Finn’s eyes for taking you away from your home.

But Isaiah had sworn on his life that it was truly over, that you could really come home, and you had made arrangements already for the next week, which was where you were now.

Finn had made the grave mistake of letting the girls have biscuits for breakfast on this stressful morning, which was the sole cause of Victoria currently running circles around you in the mudroom as the driver who would be taking you to the train station was loading your luggage into the car.

You had ran into more obstacles than you had originally thought this morning, with Nelly wetting the bed and Ines then throwing a tantrum because you had accidentally packed her comfort blanket into one of the many bags, which had sent you on a rushed mission to dig through every single one of them until you finally found it in the last one.

The train would be leaving in only thirty minutes, and it was stressing you to the point where you couldn’t even button up your own coat.

Finn walked into the mudroom from the kitchen, already dressed in his suit and long black coat with his now slightly longer hair slicked backward, looking as handsome as ever.

He had to stop in his tracks in order to not collide with Victoria as she ran past him with her arms stretched out behind her, and he was chewing on a sandwich, not having gotten the time to have breakfast yet as he had been running around the entire morning making sure everything was in order and that your daughters had everything they would be needing for their travels.

Once Victoria had ran into the kitchen, giving him the clear, he instantly spotted you over by the door, glaring down at your coat while you tugged at the material, your fingers trembling with the stress.

“Let me help you.” He said, swallowing the last of his sandwich and coming over to you, his nimble fingers wasting no time in getting to work on your buttons.

You gazed at him, your entire body getting warm at the concentrated frown on his face, but your attention was soon adverted as Victoria came into the room again, now running around and neighing like a horse.

You let out an exhausted sigh, letting Finn handle it as you moved to put on your gloves.

“Grab your coat, Victoria.” He instructed her as he finished buttoning your coat, but he barely even got a reaction from the three and a half-year-old girl.

She simply ran past him, rushing out a: “No, thank you”, before running the other direction again.

Finn raised an eyebrow, catching her by the shoulders as she ran past him, successfully stopping her in her tracks. “No, thank you?” He inquired. “It’s raining out. You’re wearing a coat whether you want it or not.”

“But I’ll get too warm on the train.” She whined, crossing her arms over her chest and stomping her shoe into the floor.

Finn only chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You can take it off on the train, but if you don’t get into your coat now the train might leave without us.”

As he said this, Victoria’s eyes grew wide and she wasted no time in running over to the coat hanger where she pulled off her navy blue coat, quickly pulling it on and moving on to her hat.

“Where’s Nell and Ines?” You asked Finn, looking through your handbag to make sure you had everything you needed while Finn kneeled down to help Victoria with her buttons like he had done only a moment before with you.

He looked up at you briefly, giving you a soft smile. “They’re already outside.”

“In the rain?” You questioned, immediately frowning.

He finished buttoning Victoria’s coat and let her run off, standing back up to his full height and watching as she ripped open the front door and ran outside, Nelly and Ines now being revealed outside, bent down by a puddle of water.

“Let them play.” Finn told you simply, walking over to you and taking your chin between his fingers. “Water is exciting when you’re little.”

But you could only sigh, hugging your arms around yourself and watching as Victoria ran outside and jumped straight into a puddle, the sight of the water splashing up on her legs making you flinch. “They’ll catch a cold.”

“They’ll be fine.” He shook his head, leaning in closer to your face. “You worry too much.”

He pressed his lips against your lips softly, and you instantly melted into the kiss, your hands moving up to cradle his jaw.

You hummed, answering against his lips in a muffled voice. “Says the man who almost had a heart attack when his daughter fell and scraped her knee.”

He raised his eyebrows, breaking apart from your lips. “That’s not the same thing. There was blood involved.”

You could only snort. “Yeah, barely.” You shook your head, leaning in and giving him another short kiss before walking around him and heading for the front door, Finn not far behind.

While he stayed behind and locked up the door, you walked down the steps of the front of your house and approached your daughters by the puddle, watching as they poked a pinecone around with a stick each, sending it floating back and forth.

Finn came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and watching with you.

Nelly leaned her face closer to the puddle, narrowing her eyes at the pinecone slightly. “If it floats, does that mean it’s a witch?” She asked, to which you had to refrain from facepalming.

Beside you, Finn chuckled, shaking his head. “This isn’t Salem, so no. Now say goodbye to the pinecone and get in the car.”

They said nothing, only dropping their sticks into the puddle and standing back up, running towards the car while giggling and Nelly and Victoria holding Ines’s hands to keep her from falling over like she had so many times before.

Watching them climb into the car with the help of the driver who had been waiting by the door, you crossed your arms over your chest, watching them. 1

“I hate to say this-” You started, shaking your head and watching as Nelly stuck her tongue out at Ines, to which the youngest out of the three reached out to grab it. “But our daughter is a terrible human being.”

Finn laughed quietly, leaning his head down to kiss your neck. “She just has a vivid imagination.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips still tugged upwards at the feeling. “You shouldn’t have read them that book about the Salem witches.” You told him, and he instantly brought his face away from your neck, looking at you with an insulted expression.

“I thought it was a children’s book.” He defended, to which you only raised a playful eyebrow.

“One would think you would realize that it’s not when they start vividly describing the smell of burnt flesh.”

“What is it with you and nitpicking?” He asked, earning himself another eye-roll.

“That’s not nitpicking, Finn.”

But nonetheless, you stood on your tippy-toes to kiss his lips before walking over to the car, Finn following behind and helping you up before getting in himself, the driver closing the door behind him and wasting no time in getting into the driver’s seat and starting to drive to the train station.

You reached your destination in a little under twenty minutes, with a few minutes to spare before the train would be taking off. Finn paid the driver for the ride and for him to get your bags situated, and you got onto the train and found your seats.

Nelly and Finn sat on one side of the table, and Ines wasted no time in getting into his lap, while Victoria sat next to you on the other side, leaning into your side and sucking on her thumb, looking out the window tiredly as she waited for the train to start moving, appearing to have come down from her sugar-high.

Ines was already sleeping in Finn’s arms, her blanket hugged tightly against her chest, and Nelly was playing with the rings on Finn’s fingers, his arm thrown around her shoulders in a protective manner.

“Do the wheels on the cars get dizzy from spinning so much?” She asked absentmindedly, and you instantly smiled, quietly sitting back and watching the scene unfold in front of you.

“I don’t know.” Finn answered, looking down at her. “I’ve never thought about it.”

She hummed, twisting his wedding band around his finger. “Maybe you should.”

“Maybe.” He snickered, turning to look at you once he was sure she wouldn’t say anything else.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, and you only put on a fake smile, letting out a nervous laugh.

“My dad is going to kill us. I’m so excited.” You said, and he gave you a comforting smile, reaching his other hand over the table to take yours in his.

He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. “Isaiah said he changed.” He tried assuring you, and you smiled gently at him, appreciating his attempt.

“I know.” You agreed quietly. “But after almost four years of being on our own, it just seems so surreal that everything is just… suddenly fine.”

He nodded his head in understanding but didn’t get the time to say anything else as Victoria spoke up from underneath your arm.

“Are we going to meet uncle Arthur now?” She asked, and you nodded.

“Yes, darling.” You confirmed. “And uncle John and uncle Tommy.”

Nelly stopped playing with Finn’s rings, looking up at him. “I want to meet uncle Arthur first.” She said. “You like him the most.”

“I like them all equally as much.” He said, using his thumb to brush away a crumb from her cheek, without a doubt from the cookies he had given them despite your protests.

“No, you like him the most.” She disagreed, grabbing a hold of his hand again.

You chuckled. “Don’t let the others let you hear that, darling.” You said, raising your eyebrows slightly at her when she turned to look at you. “It’s not nice to have favourites.”

A playful grin grew on her face, and she nodded her head, dragging her fingers over her lips to symbolize a zipper, locking it and then throwing away the invisible key.

She looked up at Finn then, questioning. “Can I sleep?”

He smiled, brushing his hand over her hair. “Of course.” He answered, and she smiled, immediately letting her head hit the side of his chest, bringing her legs up on the seat and getting comfortable.

“I love you, daddy.” She said.

“I love you too.” He answered, and although your heart swelled at her words, you raised a teasing eyebrow.

“What about momma?” You inquired. “Doesn’t momma get any love?”

She giggled but didn’t open her eyes as she answered. “I love you more than the stars in the sky, mommy.”

A prideful smirk made its way to your lips, your eyes flickering to meet Finn’s who was already staring at you, knowing very well what was coming.

“You hear that?” You asked, mocking him. “More than the stars in the sky.”

He chuckled, shaking his head with a smirk to match your own. “Don’t start a competition you won’t win.”

Just then, the train lurched to a start, cutting your conversation to an end.

No more words were spoken the entire train ride, the girls all falling asleep quickly and you as well, only waking up when Finn called your name to let you know you had reached the docks from which you would be taking the ship back to Birmingham.

It was a long way back, even longer so than you remembered, but after a total of six days, you were standing on British soil again, ready to go home.

Although you weren’t really ready. Not completely. The car ride to your house was so slow, torturous and thick with anxiety you could barely breathe.

Beside you, Finn and the girls were all joking and playing around, not seeming to be affected in the slightest as they played tug of war with Ines’s blanket, up until the point where the seam burst and Finn had to take it away to prevent it from being completely ripped in half.

The ride from the cut to your house was about ten minutes long, and despite the fact that you had been thinking quietly to yourself the entire time there, your thoughts were nowhere near collected by the time the car came to a stop and you barely even got any time to react before the door had been opened from the outside and Finn had abandoned your daughters to step out.

Through the door, you could make out Isaiah approaching and watched as he and Finn hugged in greeting. And then he noticed you, watching them with a smile resting on your lips.

As they parted, Finn turned back to the car and held out his hand, looking you in the eyes and nodding his head as a way to say that everything was going to be okay.

With a deep breath, you reached out and put your trembling hand in his, instantly feeling comforted by his warmth.

The first thing you noticed when stepping out of the car was the cold air pulling at your hair, and the second was the gleeful sound coming from the house, your mother coming running in your direction while holding her skirts up.

You barely got the time to let go of Finn’s hand and take a step forward before her body had collided into yours, her arms wrapping around you with such strength you could barely breathe.

But as the familiar scent of her hair invaded your senses, you couldn’t bother to care, tears instantly prickling your eyes as she cried into your ear.

“Oh, my sweet baby. My sweet, sweet baby.” She sobbed into your neck, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut as the tears started falling down your face, too.

“Hi, mom.” You whispered back, thankfully managing to keep your calm with Finn’s warm hand rubbing your back soothingly.

Your mom broke away from you and wasted no time in taking your face into her hands, beginning to pepper you with kisses.

Behind you, Finn had taken Ines into his arms, bringing her out of the car, and Isaiah was helping Victoria and Nelly out by their hands, laughing at them as they jumped down the steps.

Your mom instantly spotted them over your shoulder and a hand came up to cover her mouth in shock.

“Oh, they’re so big! They look just like you!” If she hadn’t already been crying before, she certainly was now.

Finn came up beside you with Ines sitting on his hip, hugging her blanket close to her chest, her thumb in her mouth and watching your mom with wide, curious eyes.

Nelly and Victoria left Isaiah and came to stand by your sides, and you put a hand on each of their heads.

“This is Nelly, Victoria and Ines.” You introduced, and Finn carefully bent down to put Ines feet on the ground, urging her forward.

“Say hello to your grandmother.” He spoke softly, and they did as told, speaking in unison.

“Hello.”

Victoria hid shyly behind your leg, but Nelly wasn’t shy at all, pointing at your mom’s neck. “I like your necklace.”

At that, she let out a hearty sob and bent down opening her arms. “Oh, come here and give me a hug!”

They wasted no time, all of them running into her embrace and you could only thank God that you had spent so many times showing them pictures, telling them stories and familiarizing them to their relatives, or else Ines would have for sure been crying by now, not being very fond of strangers.

Finn wrapped an arm around your waist, and it was only then you realized that everyone else, your entire families, had now gathered on the doorstep of your house and were watching you from afar.

The first two people you noticed were your dad and Tommy, standing at the very front, side by side and looking as if they had been best friends their entire lives.

The sight of them made you tense up with panic, and Finn noticed immediately, leaning his head down to press a comforting kiss to your temple.

“I won’t leave your side. Everything will be fine.” He assured you, and you nodded, giving a shaky breath and taking his hand in yours.

He lifted Ines back up into his arms, without ever letting go of your hand, while Victoria grabbed your hand and Nelly grabbed your mom’s, Isaiah walking behind and all of you heading in the direction of the house where everyone was waiting for you.

Polly was the first one forward, having a very similar reaction as your mother at seeing her youngest nephew, rushing forward and wasting no time in bringing him into a hug.

“Hello, aunt Pol.” He greeted with a smile, having to bend down in order to be able to put his chin on her shoulder.

Polly didn’t say anything, only moving on to your and surprisingly pulling you into an embrace as well, before starting to fuzz over Ines.

And just like that, everyone had stepped forward to greet each other, and Nelly wasted no time, having no shame in her body whatsoever and calling out over the happy chatter from her grandmother’s side.

“Where’s uncle Arthur?!”

“Oh my God…” You mumbled under your breath, having to bring your hand up to cover your face as you laughed, everyone else with you.

So caught up in the emotional moment and probably already a bit drunk, Arthur emerged from the crowd of family and friends and threw his arms out.

“Here I am!” He exclaimed, and Nelly instantly started giggling, ripping her hand out of your mom’s and running into his arms, letting him pick her up.

You greeted your brothers, your uncles, Finn’s family and friends, everyone gushing over how beautiful your children were and how much they looked like you and Finn.

Polly and your mom were crying side by side, one louder than the other, over the fact that they had missed so much, reality really catching up with them now that you were standing in front of them more grown-up than ever.

Soon enough, there was only one person you hadn’t yet said a word to, and you eyes instantly found him standing right by the stairs where he had been standing the entire time, his eyes watching you nervously.

“Dad.” A sad smile instantly made its way onto your lips, and you wasted no time in running for him, letting him take you into your arms, the anxieties you had had before arriving now as good as gone.

He hugged you close, burying his face into your neck. “I’m sorry, darling.” He spoke into your neck. “I’m sorry for driving you away.”

You only shook your head, not being able to stop smiling. “It wasn’t your fault.” You assured him, and he took a deep breath, getting ready to speak again.

But before he could get another word out, another voice cut in from behind you.

“No, it was mine.”

You instantly recognized the voice of Tommy, breaking apart from your dad and turning around to face him with wide eyes.

“I owe you both an apology for my way of acting all those years ago, but you more so than anyone, (Y/N).” He admitted calmly. “I was wrong about you and your family and I understand it will take time for everything to get back to normal, but will you forgive me?”

You looked at him for a moment, shocked. You knew an apology had be bound to come sooner or later, but you hadn’t expected it to come this soon and this easy, because Tommy was everything but easy.

But you quickly shook yourself back to reality, a smile rising to your lips. “Of course.” You said. “The past is in the past. I’m just happy you’re all alive and well.”

He smiled back, a wide and genuine smile, and much to yours and probably everyone’s surprise, you met each other in an embrace.

“Thank you for taking care of him.” Tommy mumbled into your hair, but you could only shake your head slightly.

“He’s the one who took care of us.”

You smiled and he squeezed you tight before the two of you broke apart to the sound of howling laughter and your daughter yelling out at the top of her lungs.

“Mommy, mommy, look at me!” Nelly yelled, pulling at your attention. “I’m taller than you now!”

Your head turned in the direction of her voice, and you found her sitting on Arthur’s shoulders, Arthur jumping around like an absolute mad man.

“Oh, God.” You and Polly swore in unison, watching the scene unfold before you with worry settling in your stomachs.

Finn was laughing along with his and your brothers, bouncing Ines on his hip, but he still shook his head, watching his brother and daughter with a careful eye.

"Please don’t drop her.” He begged, and Arthur instantly whipped around to face him, Nelly letting out another gleeful laugh at the quick movements and holding on to her uncle’s head for dear life.

“Have you no faith in me, brother?” Arthur yelled back, but Finn didn’t get the time to answer, because the second after those words had left his lips, he stumbled on the stairs and went falling to the ground.

You yelled out in fright, but John luckily caught Nelly before Arthur hit the gravel, and everyone erupted into laughter while you had to grab at your chest in order to calm your beating heart, taking a moment to calm down before rushing forward to tell your daughters playtime was over until they got inside.

Everyone was laughing and some still crying, everyone was hugging, some reuniting and others meeting for the first time.

But there was no guilt in your body upon seeing your family again like you would have thought because you realized quickly that they understood why you had run away in the first place, that Isaiah hadn’t been lying when he said everything was fine and that it had been safe to return and finally get your happily ever after.

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seven-oomen · 4 years

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DILF club for the ultimate ship meme?

Consider I got two DILF club requests for this meme, I’ll do The way I tend to be Universe for this one, since it’s the more canon universe. (More canon than OUAT anyway.)

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? For as long as they can stand one another I’d imagine.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? I think very slowly, it’s a slow descend into love for all of them. More one of those, we’ve been sleeping together, fucking each other, and spending time with each other for months now, and oh shit, I think I might love you both...

How was their first kiss? Passionate, heated, and in the middle of fucking each other to keep warm.

Wedding:

Who proposed? I like to think the three of them all had something planned on the same night and looped their prospective kids into their proposal, but didn’t clue the other kids or their partners in. And only when the kids talk to one another do they discover that all three of their dads are trying to propose to each other. So naturally, the kids band together and ‘ruin’ their fathers’ proposals but only because they have one giant one planned at lookout point where they get all three men together and reveal the jig. Naturally, all three of them accept.

Who is the best man/men? Derek is the best man, Melissa is their best ma’am.

Who are the groom’s maid(s)/men? Malia, Jackson, Allison, Isaac, Stiles, and Mike are the groom’s maids/men. Liam is the ring bearer. Cora is their flower girl. Jordan is holding the little ones.

Who did the most planning? Peter did, he choose all the fashion, the venue, paid for the wedding, got the caterer and the florist. (though Chris tried to pay for things as did Noah, but Peter wouldn’t have it. They bought the rings and Peter’s suit for him as ‘retaliation’.)

Who stressed the most? Noah is the most nervous. The last time he walked down the aisle was over 30 years ago. What if he forgets his lines? Is this the right call? Is he doing right by his sons? By his daughter? Did he forget his ring? Oh god, what if the others realize what a fuck up he is?

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They rented a place, invited closest friends and family but kept it on the down-low.)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Kate, Gerard, Elias.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch, all of them like to top and bottom and they’re not picky on who gets to be on top/bottom. Things just happen.

Who is the one to instigate things? Usually Peter, but Chris or Noah (especially when they team up) can be real degenerates as well.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (They’re not shy about their sex life and very much enjoy each other’s bodies and closeness. It’s a great way for them to strengthen their relationship.)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (They’re into toys, bondage, breeding kinks, biting/marking, dom/sub play, public sex, and some other milder kinks, nothing too crazy but also not too vanilla.)

How long do they normally last? Depends, if they’re fired up and excited they might not last long, 5-10 min, but if they go slow and steady they might also last for 20-30 min.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? They try to, usually, Chris has a few more than the other two, but that’s more due to Noah’s age (once he comes he can’t it up for a while. He may still be fit, but he’s not superhuman like Peter.) and Peter’s sensory overload after an orgasm. Chris is the only one of the three that can quickly come multiple times

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It really depends on their mood)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Between the three of them? Peter has two (Malia with Corinne, Jackson with Margaret (Betty)) Noah has three (Identical twins Stiles and Mike; Mieczyslaw & Michał and Liam; Milian), Chris has one (Allison). So they have 6 children already, Chris gets pregnant with twins after their night in the cabin. That would put the tally at 8.

How many children will they adopt? Chris adopted Isaac officially in this universe. Erica and Boyd are more or less adopted as well as Danny.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Peter, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He didn’t get to change any diapers for Jackson or Malia. And since Chris carried the twins and gave birth it only seems fair he gets stuck with diaper duty. Noah and Chris teach him the ropes. He gets surprisingly good at juggling two babies, a diaper bag, and a set of keys/other items while keeping everything under control.

Who is the stricter parent? Chris. Noah tries but is too soft most of the time or too chaotic, and Peter just can’t say no once one of the kids pulls puppy eyes.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chris is best at stopping them, Noah tries to but due to his job can’t always keep an eye on them. Peter comes with them to let them explore but safely. He protects them while they do stupid shit.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chris. He’s got the whole routine down to pat and is a streamlined machine in the mornings. Noah still can’t wrap his head around it. Peter’s still not used to having the kids with him 24/7 since both of his were adopted by other people, so he’s still learning the whole stick.

Who is the more loved parent? They love them all equally. Noah is the parent they go to when they need to talk about their feelings or need hugs, Chris is the parent they go to for advice and cuddling, and Peter is the fun parent who they go to when someone is bothering them. Peter also comes up with the best revenge schemes.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Peter, he loves to hear how his kids are doing in school and doesn’t mind to absolutely obliterate their teachers if he knows a teacher is picking on his kids. He lives for shit like this as the rich house husband to his two working husbands. Also, the opportunity to brag to Karen about the kids is too good an opportunity to pass up.

Who cried the most at graduation? Noah, he’s just so proud of his boys up there.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Let’s face it, it’s Noah. He technically has to make sure that the law is upheld, but when it comes to his own kids, he’s not above giving them a pass. Though he’s more lenient towards kids in general. But yeah, Noah will most likely try and bail his kids out. Peter would let them steam for a few hours in a “You got caught, you deal with it.” Kinda way and then bail them out after a few hours. Chris would let them steam for a bit too and then determine how big the offense was before bailing them out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chris, he’s the most practiced and most efficient. Though Noah loves to cook Polish food and bread. Peter does it when both of his mates have to work or are too tired to cook. He’s getting better at it.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Peter. Werewolf senses mean he has a fussy pallette. He hates most vegetables for one. Though he has competition in Jackson, the little shit is a regular Gordon Ramsey.

Who does the grocery shopping? Peter, since Noah and Chris, tend to work during the day and he’s more of a stay-at-home house husband and dad. Chris gives him the lists. That doesn’t stop him from sneaking in snacks and candy for himself, Noah, and the kids. If possible, Chris likes to do the grocery shopping so there are no secret snacks.

How often do they bake desserts? At least once a week. Whether it’s for bake sales, PTO meetings, birthdays, weekends, a tryout, there’s always a baked good on the kitchen counter.

Are they more of a meat-lover or a salad eater? Peter and Noah are more Meat lovers. Chris is a mix between the two. He likes salads and meat but doesn’t have a preference over either. Unlike the other two.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Peter, he takes them out to a grill restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but the quality has to be outstanding. They get their older kids to babysit and let them order anything they want as a reward.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Once again, Peter, I feel like Noah or Chris would be more likely to be home dwellers and Peter’s the one that takes them to bars, musicals, restaurants, malls, etc.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Noah, he’s not a bad cook, but he gets distracted by everything else and forgets he has pots/pans on the furnace.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Chris or Peter. Noah tends to leave things everywhere and though he tries his best to clean up, the other two usually beat him to it.

Who is really against chores? Noah forgets to do them sometimes, but I feel like none of them is actually against them. Peter doesn’t like to do them but he likes a clean house, so.

Who cleans up after the pets? They have eight kids, a bunch of werewolves, a banshee, a kitsune, a hellhound, a Seelie, and god knows what else running around on the full moon. You think they have room for a pet???

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? If we’re talking a literal rug, it’s Noah. Out of sight, out of mind. He also tends to stuff clutter in random drawers or closets.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chris. It’s his training and a bit of an OCD thing. “No, you don't get it Noah my love, EVERYTHING has to be spotless...” Cue Chris running around with a vacuum cleaner and a mop. “It’s just Melissa & Derek for wine night...”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Chris, and he puts them in the fun jar that they use to reward the kids. Once the jar is full, they go shopping or do another fun activity with the kids. Bad behavior/swearing gets money removed from the jar and into the dad jar. That money is used to give Chris/Peter/Noah an extra outing if the kids were particularly difficult.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Noah is a slut for long showers/baths. It’s his moment of relaxation.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Noah occasionally walks Peter in his wolf form. At some point, people think Peter is a K9 unit, and Noah rolls with it. Which opens up opportunities for Peter to stay with Noah at work.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Every year they decorate for Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Halloween.

What are their goals for the relationship? To love and support one another through anything and to keep a fun and raging sex life well into old age. But mostly to love and cherish one another and build each other up just the way they are.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Chris if you let him, training and habit have him up early, but his natural sleep cycle is to sleep like a log and to Noon.

Who plays the most pranks? Noah, he’s a mischievous little shit that loves to pull pranks on people and very sassy to boot. Where do you think Stiles, Mike, and Liam have that from?

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virgilsinferno · 4 years

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meet me in the middle || logince

chapter one — from the top, everyone!

summary: logan & roman are enemies. they get into a heated argument in the middle of the hallway and remus tries to put an end to the fight in a very remus way. no angst, just two boys bickering.

pairings: eventual logince (in a future chapter), dukeceit (if you squint)

tw: very brief mentions of alcohol, smoking, and violence (like all of that in one sentence)

word count: 2128

taglist: @dragonwithproblems

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The first time he saw Logan, Roman was working at his dad’s flower shop. Roman was busy trimming the newly-arrived flowers, and he wouldn’t have noticed Logan’s presence if it weren’t for Remus’s loud, boisterous laughter. If he were any other customer, he wouldn’t have cared and went back to trimming flowers.

He observed their exchange from a distance, wondering why the hell this guy looked like he was going to a fancy dinner with visiting relatives. His whole getup screamed “rich stuck-up nerd” and yet he appeared to be getting along well with Remus—his twin brother who is by far the most chaotic person Roman has ever met.

The second time he saw Logan, Roman was on the brink of falling asleep in Chemistry. To be fair, it was his last class of the day and he was running on 3 hours of sleep. His phone started ringing, startling him and causing everyone in the room to look in his direction. He stammered out an apology to their Chemistry teacher then put his phone on silent. It was embarrassing. For a brief moment, he made eye contact with Logan. He recognized him as the guy that bought a single sunflower and dressed like a rich stuck-up nerd.

The third time he saw Logan, Roman was at the cafeteria. He was sitting with Patton and Janus, his best friends since the first year of high school. Remus would sit with them once in a while, but more often than not, he wouldn’t even be caught dead in the cafeteria.

It was quite a shock for both the twins when Remus was invited to sit at another table. A few tables away, Roman gave his brother a thumbs up. That was when he noticed who his brother was sitting with. It was the rich stuck-up nerd from Chemistry class and some guy in a hoodie who had his back turned to him. Maybe he was wrong about this guy. Maybe he wasn’t some stuck-up privileged kid. If he befriended his brother just like that, they’d probably get along well, too.

The fourth time he saw Logan, Roman was at the library. He was studying for his finals and he figured that the library would have the least amount of distractions. He sat at the most secluded area he could find, which was somewhere near the Young Adult section. At some point, he had gotten bored and decided that he deserved a break, and what better way to relax than with a fun lighthearted story?

As Roman looked through the variety of books available, he spotted a familiar figure. From across the aisle, he saw the rich stuck-up—probably not a stuck-up—nerd. It seemed that Logan had felt a pair of eyes on him, seeing as he looked in Roman’s direction. Roman immediately turned away and pretended to be interested in a random book he grabbed. How embarrassing would it be if he had been caught staring?

The fifth time he saw Logan, Roman was at Espresso Feelings, his favorite independent little coffee shop. Patton’s parents own the place and Roman loves their coffee. He was craving for their chocolate chip cookies and wanted to get his caffeine fix as well before he went to work, so he stopped by and bought breakfast for both him and Remus. He was slightly surprised to see Logan sitting by the window with his laptop in front of him. For once, he actually had casual clothing on. Not a lot of people from their school knew about the place, but he’d see a few familiar faces here and there. Logan appeared to be busy though, so he didn’t try to bother him.

The first time he finally met Logan, Roman was running for student body president. It was during the campaign period. Roman felt awkward running against his brother’s best friend, but Remus assured him that Logan didn’t mind. He had been busy all week, making sure everything was going as planned. Remus helped with the posters. He was sure that he was going against someone equally as competent as he was, so Roman had to work extra hard. He wanted to win, but so did Logan.

It was at the main entrance of the school. Roman saw Logan speaking with someone on the phone, and he saw an opportunity. They hadn’t formally met or spoken to each other yet, despite Remus inviting him over often, and it has almost been a year. It must be because of how many plans Roman usually has on the weekends.

“Hey, I’m Roman. You probably already know that, but just to be sure.” Roman says as he extends a hand for Logan to shake. He seemed like the professional type. Or maybe it’s how he naturally dressed, but Roman wasn’t going to criticize his fashion sense on their first proper meeting.

Logan shakes his hand hesitantly. “Yes, I do know that. I’m Logan, but you probably know that as well.”

“Well, it was nice to officially meet you. I’d love to stay and chat, but unfortunately, I am quite busy. I’ll see you around, Logan.”

He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on people, but as soon as Roman walked away, Logan returned to his phone call, and Roman couldn’t help but hear it.

“Ah sorry, I was speaking with Roman. Yes, him, the one that’s also running for student body president. What do you mean ‘have I done the math’? Of course I have. I don’t even have to gather statistical data to know that. There’s no way he’s winning, you know I’m only pretending to be civil.”

Bitch.

And that was how it all began.

No one had any idea how it all started. One moment the Drama Club was doing a scene study, the next they’re watching their club president have a shouting match with the Debate Club’s president.

It happened often—the fighting. Most times, the other club officers of the two clubs would have to coordinate in order to make sure that their club meetings aren’t scheduled on the same day. It was bad enough that their rooms are literally across each other, even worse whenever Roman and Logan would catch a glimpse of each other in the hallway. They fought like two divorced parents who had to split custody among their many children. Or at least that’s how both clubs would describe it.

Those two fought over everything. From last year’s student government elections to who was the better club president. It had gotten so bad that even the teachers refused to try and intervene.

There was one time when Mr. Clements, one of the most feared teachers in the school, threatened to either give them detention or send them to the principal’s office. This was the only time anyone had ever seen Roman and Logan join forces. Logan destroyed him by pulling out a list that contained complaints from other students that could end his career. The list ranged from drinking alcoholic beverages in class, allowing students to buy their grades, to threatening students with violence. Roman, on the other hand, had voice recordings and video evidence to support the statements in Logan’s list.

Only a few people had ever attempted to stop their quarrels and succeeded in doing so.

“It’s your fault for starting this argument in the first place!” Logan shouts angrily at Roman.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now? You were the one yelling at us from the hallway to keep it down! In the middle of our scene study! At least I didn’t barge in on your verbal duels to complain about how loud you all are yelling at each other!” Roman lashes out as he jabbed a finger into Logan’s chest.

“In his defense, you’re both verbally dueling in the middle of the hallway when we should be having our club meeting,” Janus says from the side claimed by the Debate Club. The students from both clubs have poured out into the hallway to watch their club presidents fight.

Roman glared at his friend. “So you’re taking his side now?”

Janus put his hands up in defense. “I’m doing no such thing!”

News traveled fast, and soon enough, even the Creative Writing Club from down the hall was watching the two argue.

“You know what? I’m done with this. Go do whatever it is you do in your club.” Logan says.

“Boohoo, are you going to start crying in front of everyone?” Roman mocks. The audience gasps.

Logan clenches his fist. “So now you’re calling me a baby? I am trying to end this fight and be the bigger person and yet you are being immature!”

The audience oohs at the retort.

Before any of the two could let out another insult, two frying pans were swung dangerously at their heads, which would’ve given them a severe concussion if it weren’t for Janus pulling them to the side just in time. The frying pans fell on the floor with a clang. Everyone was silent.

“That almost hit me!” Roman scolded his twin brother, who for some reason, managed to bring two frying pans to school.

The sight of Remus alone intimidated most of the audience, which was enough to send them all scurrying back to their respective classrooms. This left Roman, Logan, Remus, and Janus in the hallway.

“That whole…” Janus gestures vaguely at Remus’s outfit. “...punk look you’ve got going on is really something. You should wear leather jackets more often. Makes you look scary.” He left without another word.

“What?” Remus said dumbly.

“I don’t know? I’ll have to ask him about that later.” Roman replied, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Are you two serious? Janus simply complimented Remus’s outfit.” Logan said slowly as if he were talking to children.

They stood in complete silence for a few seconds. Roman and Logan seem to have momentarily forgotten about what they were arguing about.

“So, what’re my two favorite people up to?” Remus asked as he put an arm around their shoulders, pulling them close.

“You tried to kill me!” Roman screeched, pushing his brother away from him.

“Was it my fault?” Remus asked, dragging the vowels. “Y’all were fighting so loud, it was almost like being asked to be hit on the head with a frying pan.”

Logan hummed in agreement. “That is fair, I’ll give you that.”

“Now I see why you two are even friends,” Roman muttered. He picked up the two frying pans and handed them back to his brother. “Where’d you even get these?”

“I stole them!” Remus grinned.

“Yes, very good Remus, now if this is all settled, I have a club to return t-”

“You’re encouraging my brother to steal?!”

“He was honest!”

Before another round of fighting could occur, their respective club vice presidents had to pull them back into their respective classrooms. Roman huffed but allowed himself to be dragged back into the room, glaring daggers at Logan, who was also being dragged away, before the door was shut.

All eyes fell on Roman as he regained composure. With only 20 minutes left of their supposed “club meeting”, there was no way they were going to be able to finish their activity. Roman coughed awkwardly.

“So, ice cream anyone?” Roman suggested.

The room erupted with cheers. Roman happily led the group of 20+ theater kids, raising a middle finger to Logan, who opened the door to see what the commotion was all about. The Drama Club chanted “ice cream! ice cream!” as they marched through the halls, following the leader to the nearest ice cream parlor.

Ice & Virtue was Roman’s favorite ice cream parlor. Objectively, What’s The Scoop? had better ice cream than they did, but this one had sentimental value. This was where he and Remus would go to after school every Friday and they would try to guess people’s life stories based on their mood and outfit. Sometime last year, after the student government elections, Janus and Patton joined the twins on their weekly ice cream ritual.

It was a mess.

Janus caused a scene with Remus, then Logan walked in with some emo-looking guy. Janus immediately started attacking Logan, the emo guy walked out, and Remus stood there laughing at his best friend getting verbally attacked. They almost got banned from the establishment if it weren’t for Roman and Patton clearing up the situation.

The Drama Club crammed into the tiny ice cream parlor, causing a ruckus as soon as they entered the parlor. As club president, Roman felt that it was necessary to treat the club members once in a while. Also, it made him better than Logan, therefore moving him up in the leaderboard.

10 points to Roman for being cool.

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hopewritcs · 5 years

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the prodigal sister. seven.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 3.3k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: chapter SEVEN YES HELLO ! so this fic is probably going to follow a somewhat au of season three as i get closer to that point, cause in the timeline for tps we’re in february right now. i haven’t decided how much of the canon events of s3 i’m going to keep, or how long this fic will wind up being because though i have it plotted out roughly, i started this before we had a season 3 to work with. so i’m doing the ideas i had and attempting to bring it back to canon someways too.

other chapters: masterlist

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The following school day was going by slowly for everyone, or at least that’s how it seemed. Y/N felt like that one Monday morning in particular had gone on for at least a whole day, and she was only halfway through her history class. There was still a lot of time to kill before the lunch bell would ring and she was lazily taking notes and not even really paying much attention to what was going on in the classroom.

Tapping her foot against the floor in the classroom, her hand holding the pencil was much more interested in making small doodles over the notebook paper than actually taking any notes. Y/N would have to ask someone for their notes another time.

She should have been sleeping better, but the adjustment from the couch to her new bed had proven difficult to get used to. Maybe it was because she was used to the dormitory beds and having a roommate, and while being in a room of her own brought a sense of security and calm it also took away all the background noises of the house in general. When she’d been sleeping on the couch Y/N could hear doors opening and closing in the middle of the night and she was grounded in the small reminder from those noise that she was home.

But sleeping in her own room, with the door closed, the sounds of everything else around the house ceased to lull her to sleep and Y/N was struggling to adapt to the silence her own room proved to have.

If she didn’t get out of the classroom and walk around or something she was surely going to fall asleep on her desk, mid-doodle of a flower on the page and no notes. And that wasn’t the impression she wanted to leave on the class, especially when she’d not been at the school for too long.

Excusing herself from the class had been an easy one, she’d feigned a headache and left the room for the nurse’s office. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder as she made her way past the front office unnoticed. Thankfully, the secretary had been too busy on the phone and had her head turned toward the ashtray on the counter, lighting up a cigarette with her free hand. Y/N was grateful and quickly walked past, going outside.

She took in a deep breath once she was outside, looking around at the cars parked in the lot. Unfortunately even if Y/N was outside, she didn’t have a way to leave the school. Joyce had taken the car to work after dropping the kids off at the school that morning, leaving Y/N with no way to escape the school grounds. Not that Hawkins was a big town and she couldn’t walk somewhere she would want to go from the high school, but it was a little too cold for her to actually do that.

“Skipping class Byers?”

She turned her head towards the voice and found Billy leaning against the side of the school building with a lit cigarette dangling out of his mouth. For the winter morning, Billy wasn’t wearing anything more than a denim jacket, left open and his button up shirt underneath had the top four buttons undone.

“Aren’t you cold Hargrove?” Y/N replied, shaking her head as she descended the staircase and walked over to where he stood. Unfortunately, she didn’t have her sweater with her since she’d put it in her locker that morning when she got to school, not foreseeing leaving her class early. She leaned up against the wall, dropping her backpack to the patch of grass that wasn’t covered in the melting snow and turned to look at Billy.

“Aren’t you?” he asked, waving a hand at Y/N and looking her up and down.

She shook her head, “Nah, you forget that I’m from here and used to the cold.” Sure, her sweater would have made her a bit warmer, but the short sleeved shirt didn’t really bother her in this weather. If it were actually cold enough to snow, then maybe. Or if she’d grown up someplace warmer, maybe it would have bothered her to stand outside without “appropriate” winter clothes. But the chill, the slight kick in the wind causing moving her hair around and the fabric of her shirt to bellow slightly, did nothing but remind Y/N that she was home.

“Right.” Billy said, taking a long drag of his cigarette and letting the air blow out afterwards. His head rested comfortably against the school building and his eyes lulled half closed as he looked out into the parking lot.

This was how most of their interactions went back in California. A couple lines of chatter bookended long stretches of silence. But it was comfortable, Y/N had never felt pressure to fill the silence when she was with Billy--neither of them did. With other people there could be a bit of anxiety if there wasn’t a constant conversation, but Y/N understood that she didn’t need to fill the air with unnecessary chatter. Though there had been a couple of times when they had longer conversations, which had been late night chats during secret parties at the boarding school or after game parties, but they were few and far between.

“What class are you skipping?” they both asked after a long stretch, and it made Y/N laugh softly and she could see the tug of a smile pulling at Billy’s lips.

“History.” she replied.

“Math, I think,” was Billy’s reply which made Y/N raise her eyebrows at him. He shrugged his shoulders lightly as he answered the silent question, “I’ve been out here for a while.”

“Do you even go to class?”

“I go to athletics.”

“That doesn’t count as a class, it’s an elective.” Y/N scoffed out an airy laugh as she pushed herself off of the school building and stood in front of Billy. “Aren’t you supposed to graduate this year?”

“Supposed to do a lot of things.” Billy said, tossing his finished cigarette down on the ground and stomping it out.

With that motion Billy effectively ended that part of the conversation, huffing out a breath of air as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He didn’t say anything else for a while and Y/N didn’t push the conversation even if she had a couple of questions that she wanted to ask.

The next couple of days Y/N had been looking out for Billy. The conversation stuck in her head and she wanted to know what he meant by it. But every time she saw Billy over the school days he was either with the idiot she’d punched the first day she’d been at school ( who always looked at her like she was a bad stink he couldn’t escape ) or he was flocked by girls who clearly wanted to get in his pants. She could tell that he wasn’t particularly interested in the conversations she could catch between him and some of the girls--most of them either talked about the upcoming Valentine’s Dance the school was throwing, Tina’s After Valentine’s Party, or something like going shopping. Y/N caught him rolling his eyes a couple of times when she’d overhear the conversations and it almost made her laugh.

She did however spend her study hall period with Steve every day. Whoever got to the library first would pick out a table for the two of them and they would speak quietly while they worked. They mostly kept up the conversation because Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut even if he was studying. At first, especially given their first study hall period together, Y/N was annoyed and found herself almost leaving the table and finding some place new to sit.

But she never did.

It was while they both did homework or studied for tests that Y/N got to know Steve. She learned about his home life ( “My parents are gone a lot. Dad’s office is in the city and Mom visits him most weekends.” ) and his old habits ( “Used to be on the basketball team until everything. I kinda forgot about college applications with all the bullshit, so I’m looking for a summer job now.” ) and the fact that Dustin had gotten him interested in Star Wars ( “That shithead wouldn’t stop talking about it so I roped myself into a marathon with him and I have to say I don’t hate it. But don’t tell him that.” ).

She had to admit, Steve Harrington was quickly becoming one of her favorite people in Hawkins.

She looked forward to their study hall period about as much as she looked forward to drama with Robin. Robin, who had no idea about the supernatural element Hawkins had, was definitely becoming Y/N’s best friend. Robin may have been in the same grade as Billy and Steve, so the pair didn’t have any other classes together except for their drama elective and their lunch period, but Robin had come to join the lunch table with Y/N, Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve. Robin seemed to have a resentment for Steve that Y/N didn’t understand and quietly noted how Robin wouldn’t speak when Steve spoke and focused more on Y/N or even Jonathan and sometimes Nancy.

Y/N made a quiet note to ask Robin about that the next time they were hanging out outside of the school walls where no one would interrupt them. Or overhear it, if it was something bad.

“So is anyone going to the Valentine’s Day parties?” Robin asked at the lunch table, looking up from the school bought lunch tray and shrugging her shoulders. She was trying to include everyone in the conversation, which Y/N appreciated. She still hadn’t had the chance to ask Robin why she seemed to dislike Steve.

“Oh, Jonathan’s taking me to the drive in!” Nancy said with a giddy smile, giving Jonathan’s arm a light squeeze when she looked at him. “And then we’re having that party for Y/N this weekend.”

Nancy had said it so casually that Y/N could have brushed it off. But she watched as both her brother and Steve hung their heads and sighed at Nancy’s comment and how the brunette was looking between the two of them with a confused what did i do expression on her face.

“Party for Y/N?” Robin asked before Y/N got the chance to do so.

Jonathan muttered something quietly to Nancy that, if Y/N heard it correctly, sounded a lot like “Good going Nance.” Then he turned to face the rest of the group. “I was going to invite you later today, Robin.” Y/N caught Steve shooting a glare at Nancy, who had finally realized her misstep as she gasped and muttered a soft apology under her breath. “It’s Y/N’s birthday the day after Valentine’s, so we’re having a party at the house for her. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N!” Nancy said with widened eyes, shaking her head.

“It’s okay, Nance.” Y/N replied with a shrug of her shoulders, taking a sip from her can of new coke. “I mean, I love how everyone thinks it was a surprise. Mom can’t hold a surprise party to save her life. You think I didn’t notice the decorations she’d picked up from Melvald’s after her last shift?” She laughed at the comment, rolling her eyes. She loved her family, for the first time in a lot of years she was genuinely excited to celebrate her birthday ( for the first time she was actually having a party, other than the year prior where Natasha had thrown a quick dorm party with some store bought cake the girls had all chipped in for ).

She watched as Jonathan deflated, he hadn’t realized she’d seen the decorations before he’d been able to help their mother hide them in the back closet. After a couple of moments he nodded his head. “We thought it was a good idea.”

Y/N put her hand on her brother’s shoulder as she grinned, “It’s such a good idea. I’m gonna love whatever the surprise party is, even if it’s not exactly a surprise!”

And with that comment the conversation was dropped, but Robin did happily agree that she would be there.

It was Wednesday, the day before Valentine’s Day, and Y/N found herself leaving her first class of the morning halfway through. It was a big class and the teacher rarely paid attention when he was there ( there was a substitute today, who seemed more interested in primping her hair than the class ) so it was an easy one for her to sneak out the back door of.

She went outside and sunk down on the front steps, taking a breath. Everyone in the class with the sub had been talking about their Valentine’s plans and Y/N just didn’t want to listen to it all. Maybe if the class had been doing some actual work she would have stayed, but it didn’t matter. Which is what she told herself when she looked up into the parking lot.

“Y’know, all that time I knew you, I really thought you were a class going goody goody.”

Y/N turned her head to look at Billy when he announced himself as he walked over to her and took a step beside her on the school’s steps.

“Apparently I was wrong.”

She ignored his comment and looked at him, “Did you just get here? The school bell rang like fifteen minutes ago? Oh, that’s right. You only go to athletics.” Y/N laughed.

Billy chuckled at her comment, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and tapping it to get one out. “I don’t only go there. But if i did, it’s ’cause it’s the only one that ain’t boring.”

“It’s an elective, it’s not supposed to be boring.”

“And what elective are you taking?”

“Drama.” Which caused Billy to laugh quickly as he eyed her. She knew they’d talked about this before--how she loved theater but hated acting in it. Y/N always called herself a behind the scenes personality. “Don’t laugh at me, jock,” she nudged his arm with her own as she let out a small chuckle, “I’m not on stage, there’s like twenty other people in the room.”

“Sounds like Hawkins is changing you.” Billy commented.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

The conversation lulled between them into a competitive silence for a couple of moments as Y/N’s comment hung in the air between the pair. Billy’s gaze almost dared her to look away and her’s was screaming prove me wrong.

Neither of them budged or spoke again for a couple of moments. The competitive air soon dissipated and became the same comfortable air they’d both grown to know in conversation. They looked away from each other, Y/N opening up her backpack and Billy leaning back against the stairs and looking up at the sky. After a while the pair started talking again.

“Did you see the banner they put up for the Valentine’s Dance?” Y/N asked, talking about the bright pink and heard filled banner that hung right in the entry way for the school. It even had a countdown until the dance and a dangling heart that reminded everyone don’t forget to buy a rose for your Valentine! secret admirers welcomed!

Billy snorted, turning his head to look at her. “It’s hard to miss.”

Y/N nodded. “You going?”

Billy puffed out some air and shook his head, “Valentine’s Day isn’t my thing.”

“I’d say I’m shocked but.” And Y/N trailed off with a chuckle, rolling her eyes at his comment. Even if she didn’t know him well, she could tell it wasn’t his “thing”--he didn’t seem like the celebrating holidays or romance type. “Does that mean you didn’t say yes to any of those girls I saw you talking with about the parties?”

“Why, do you wanna be my special valentine, Y/N?” Billy asked, looking up at her from under his eyelashes that he batted at her. He was egging her on and she could tell, but she couldn’t help the flush of heat pricking her cheeks at his words.

“Uh, no thank you. I’ve got plans of my own.”

“What? Babysitting?”

“No.” Y/N grumbled, crossing her arms as she looked out at the parking lot before turning her gaze back on her friend sitting beside her. She could tell he didn’t really believe her. “Seriously, no. It’s my birthday so my family and everyone’s throwing me a surprise party this weekend.”

“Is it a surprise if you know about it?”

“I’m going to pretend to be shocked for my mom, she worked hard for the party since it’s the first one I’ve been home for in years.” Y/N nodded her head and looked over at Billy. She couldn’t tell if he said anything else or if he was just moving the dimming cigarette around ( he had in fact muttered something under his breath along the lines of “must be nice” and he appreciated that she didn’t comment on it ) so she continued anyway with a light tap on his shoulder. “You should come by. It’s Saturday at like five or something.”

“Don’t think they’d appreciate it if I showed up.”

“It’s my party and I can invite whoever I want.”

The conversation lulled once more as Billy tossed the cigarette down on the ground and lit up another. She didn’t get an answer from him, and she almost wanted to ask again. Which Y/N would have, if she didn’t think that Billy would make a sarcastic comment about her inviting him to the party.

So she let it slide and they fell back into a nice silence with a couple of comments every couple of minutes. The pair could hear the bell ring in the background, but neither of them moved to go back inside the building at any point.

Which was something that Billy did comment on, “Aren’t you missing class?”

“Aren’t you?” Y/N hummed her response, tapping the book in her lap that she was reading for her English class.

It had gotten cold sometime in the point they’d been outside, and she was sure the lunch bell was going to ring soon even if she wasn’t sure how long they’d been outside. It was definitely more than the first period, since she’d seen a couple of classes going outside to run the track. Y/N had been rubbing her hands against her arms for a short while now, the cold air getting to her after being outside this whole time.

“I thought you midwesterners had immunity to the cold. Ain’t that what you told me?” Billy laughed at her motion. Y/N turned her head to look at Billy, and she was about to come back with a witty response ( she’d had one on the tip of her tongue ) when he shrugged off his denim jacket and put it on her shoulders.

The bell rang.

“Don’t say I never gave you nothin’.”

And with that, Y/N watched Billy get up and walk down toward the school’s fields where she assumed he would be meeting his friends for lunch. He didn’t look back at her, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his retreating figure, his curly hair moving in the breeze as she pulled her arms through the jacket he’d left her with.

Y/N ignored whatever she thought, and wondered ( dared to hope, even ) if she’d be seeing Billy at her party that weekend.

#billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #byers!reader #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #the prodigal sister

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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slipping through his fingers

“all it took” part two

A/N: I wasn't going to make this, but since I love you guys a lot and respect your wishes I decided to continue. Also, ABBA is one of my favourite bands and I've been listening to them again and wanted to connect their song to a sappy story with Rog. So here it is.

summary: Years after your and Roger's child is born, he finally realises his wrongs and somehow gains trust from you to see your daughter from time to time. Roger regrets not being a proper father and hopes he can still make everything right and make up for lost time, watching his daughter Hope during the limited time he has with her.

warnings: bit angsty towards the end, nothing else really :)

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« Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

Hope gives Roger the look of naiveness and the small wave she sends his way only heightens it. Roger wonders how long she'll have that look in her eyes and on her face. How the people around will change her, change the way she thinks and talks, change the look of innocence to the look of bearing and tiredness and everything else that comes with adolescence and growing up. He wonders if Y/N has told her everything about him, and if she hasn't, then when will she? Or won't she ever do it?

If she's told her, are the looks and smiles of innocence false? Does Hope know that her father's first reaction was anger and the thought of immediate abortion? What does she think of her father? Does she still see him as a good man?

« I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness, And I have to sit down for a while...

Roger sighs and grunts as he raises from the kitchen table and takes the glass of whiskey from the surface. He walks over to his living room window from where he can see his front porch. He watches Hope climbing into her mom's car and the two of them smiling happily. Roger sees it through only a slit in the curtains, he doesn't want to be too obvious. Y/N and Hope share a lively conversation, it seems, and she's asked her daughter what she's done with her father together over the weekend. But even from here, Roger can see a glint of sadness in her eyes. Still. And he knows why.

« The feeling that I'm losing her forever, And without really entering her world...

Roger has always felt like he doesn't know her. When he first remembered about Y/N and their child that she bore, and thought about calling you up and meeting the two of you, he thought he'd know your child instantly. But that was the total opposite.

She's a quiet kid, very much like Y/N must have been as a child. Totally not like Roger. She didn't whine, she didn't cry when she didn't get what she wanted, she didn't yell or misbehave. Y/N was worried that it was very bad for a child who's five years old, but she realised it's her family's trait, on her mum's side, to be quiet and obeying and behaving as a kid. So she stopped worrying.

Roger was jealous, he must admit, and still is. Hope got more of Y/N than she got of him, and he also knows that he's faulty of that. It was Roger's own fault.

And he still doesn't know Hope. Roger doesn't know her as a person or as his own kid, even though she is, biologically. He can't see through her, he can't figure her out. And when he tries to ask questions, she replies plainly and shortly. Which might be because of her quietness, but also because Y/N might have told her about Roger.

She's the second introvert Roger has come across, but she's harder to get around with and please and figure out than John, his band's bassist. He never expected an introvert being his own daughter. Roger barely knows how to live with an introvert and converse on daily basis, let alone how to raise one! He's not used to someone being unresponsive or less responsive, and he doesn't know what to do in many situations with Hope. What to say next, or does he even say anything... Makes him stressed.

« I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter, That funny little girl,

When Hope laughs, it's the most beautiful and uplifting thing Roger hears and tries every day and every hour to get it to happen again. But it's so rare. And he guesses that's what makes it even more beautiful.

She laughs at silly and unusual things, like the small fluffy Easter chickens that they sell at the stores with flowers and other Easter decorations. The flying drumstick her dad tosses away while drumming. Her own funny faces that she makes in the mirror. Something funny in the book she's reading. A painting out of flour on the kitchen table amidst pancake or gingerbread making. A dog running after a cat on the street. Cupcakes with silly decorations in pastrie shops.

Her laughter is music to Roger's ears, and he gets so much joy from the sound. It lifts him up, makes his day. He just wishes Hope would laugh and smile more, and more because of him.

« Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, The feeling in it...

Even though at the start Y/N prohibited Roger to take pictures or tape videos of their daughter, he did it anyway. He has a whole album of her pictures, not entirely filled, but soon to be there. Anytime there's a good day and the two of them are together, Roger takes as many pictures of Hope as she lets him. He likes to photograph her when she doesn't see him doing it. Otherwise, she'd immediately want to pose (unnecessarily) or photograph her dad. And he's got enough pictures of himself in the public and private to go around. But the ones that she manages to take of him, Roger gives to Hope. And she's got quite the collection.

There's her dad trying to take the camera away with his hands covering the most of the lens. There's one of him writing something down, then the next one is of him looking in the lens with a blank look. A complete natural one, that is, one of Hope's favourites. There are so many emotions visible in his eyes, she hopes to uncover them all someday. There's also one with Rog behind his drum kit, one with him holding a guitar and drinking tea.

Y/N could put up with looking at the pictures of Roger in front of Hope, but when she slept or was at school, Y/N cried heavily. She cried of how horrible he was, how heartless and denying. How he's trying to be a father just now, years and years after the break-up. She cries about his relationship with Hope and how they're sort of bonding. She cries about the time wasted and spent alone. She cries because she misses him and because... She still loves Roger. She does, even after all these years and despite all the anger she feels for him.

« Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, She keeps on growing...

Will he ever know Hope? Will he know her as a person? How will he find her out? How can he sympathise with her, win her love and heart? Roger's not a good person, he thinks it's the truth, and so he doubts he'll ever win her complete trust and heart. And that breaks his heart.

He's been changing girlfriends from time to time since he broke up with Y/N more than ten years ago. None of them have been serious, and you'd think he truly loved Y/N and that's why he couldn't stay with another woman for longer than a few months. But that's not it.

When he remembered that he actually has a child, he couldn't shake it. To Roger's mind, there's no bond stronger than between people who have had a kid together. And it's an unbreakable bond.

He loves Y/N as the mother of his child. Sometimes he thinks there's something more, but... Roger knows she won't let him in again. Even if both of them wanted it. Nothing could happen, cause they both have too many doubts about the relationship and each other. It wouldn't be good for Hope if she saw them in some sort of tension or arguing. She already has quite the bad atmosphere what with her parents not being together.

Y/N had many ground rules for Roger seeing Hope, but the main one is that he can't see Y/N. She only met him that one time when Hope was five years old, and it already was too much for Y/N. Sometimes she comes to pick her up from Roger's house, but she never comes into the house. She's still scared.

« Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by...

Rarely, when Y/N has a work event or a night-out with her friends, she drives him to Roger's house. And sometimes that happens on school nights. Roger has no problem with that, of course, the more time he can get with Hope he enjoys and is always up for it.

But Hope does have to get up at an ungodly hour to get to school on time. Roger never wakes up that early, except on tours, but he hates it either way. He's in his flannel pyjama shirt and pants, hair messed up and glasses in front of his eyes, making breakfast for them both. Roger is trying not to fall asleep while standing, and Hope, on the contrary, is awake as ever. She's in her sleeping gown and and pants, and fuzzy socks. Her hair is put up in a bun she saw her mother make with her own hair—hence why Hope does it. And she's doing some last minute homework. How can she even think this early?

The clock shows it's 7:16am. For Roger, this is night time. On one hand, he can't wait to get back to sleep. On the other, he wants to spend the whole day with Hope, no matter how early he has to get up. But the good thing is, she's here now and he even gets to drive her to school! Roger smiles at that, and finally turns to Hope with finished breakfast on two plates. Eggs with ham and some toast.

She looks up at him and notices the plates, immediately closing her notebook and pushing it to the corner of the table's surface. The fourteen-year-old girl scrambles to get them kitchen ware to eat with and places it beside the plates her father has put down. There's also tea and coffee, and juice for them to drink on.

Hope loves this, but she won't say it out loud to Roger. She loves school mornings with her dad. They're better than weekend mornings or holiday mornings. These school mornings are gentle, quiet, full of love, and limited as well. But that's what makes them so loved by Hope.

« Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny...

Roger wishes that he could spend every school and weekend morning with Hope. And it's the greatest regret of his life that he can't have that. And he knows it's his fault that he can't have every morning with his daughter.

He often thinks back to the day Y/N told him she was pregnant and wants to punch his younger self in the face for thinking and saying and doing what he did. It was ever so wrong, the most wrong thing he's done in his life.

Roger looks at Hope again as she's drawing something, laying on his living room floor. Her hair is in a ponytail and her face is ruled by deep concentration. What is she drawing? Some thought-up character? Fairies and wizards? No. He doesn't know and can't guess that she's drawing her father. He'd never know.

Roger watches her drawing and she looks so divine, so exceptional, so peaceful. How could he ever want to abort this beautiful child? He didn't know, of course, what she'd be like, he never wanted to then. Roger was young and reckless and dumb, he only cared for himself and his reputation. What a stupid boy I was...

His arrogance and mistakes have robbed him of the biggest treasure in his life. Y/N and Hope. Roger will never forgive himself. He could've had the best life, the best and most beautiful family. There would be two people missing him at home everyday, two people he'd miss everyday apart from his own parents, of course. Two girls he'd give the world to, he'd bring them everywhere and show them everything beautiful that is to enjoy in this life. He could have had and done everything. But he chose the wrong path in his younger and egoistical years and that lead him to the misery he so badly wants to escape now.

Roger sighs and leans back into the couch. His sigh would've turned into a desperate sob or cry if it weren't for his self-control and care and love for Hope. He doesn't want her seeing him cry or drown in self-pity, which is what he does day-to-day anyway. But if he promised himself and Y/N that he'd be a great father, he will stay true to his word.

« What happened to the wonderful adventures? The places I had planned for us to go...

Y/N had so many fantasies of being parents with Roger when she found out she was pregnant. Roger kissing her big stomach while the child still hasn't been born, buying baby clothes and furniture together. Roger barely making it in time to the baby's birth, the joy on his face as he holds the little baby. Perhaps he'd cry or cheer loudly, announce to the whole hospital or even scream the news out of the window to everyone who walks by. She'd be too tired to quiet him down, so she'd just smile and hold onto their baby tighter.

Walking around the park with the child in a cute carriage, the sun shining down. Waking up early to feed the baby, the wakings at night and Y/N and Roger taking turns in putting the kid back to sleep. Breakfast on a terrace in a house in summer when the sun's still pleasant in the early morning. Baths together as a trio, bubbles, laughter and wet hair. Introducing the baby to the band, bringing her over to their houses and gardens and watching as the tough badass glam-rock men turn into complete mushy bears upon seeing the little girl. Her fingers tangling in Brian's hair, repeatedly playing one string of John's guitar and dancing with Freddie or listening to him sing.

Roger taking Y/N and the toddler girl on vacations to France or Italy or Spain, residing in country-side houses and watching the sunsets in meadows or on beaches. When the kid's older, Roger would eventually allow the two girls to come with him on tour, but only a few dates. He wouldn't want his two girls to be exposed to the public eye too much, in a perfect world - the public wouldn't even know about them and let the family live their life privately.

Sometimes Y/N cries at night because her fantasies never came true. And they never will. And this is her first and probably only child, which she raised completely on her own and who she loves more than anything in the world. She wants to give her daughter everything there is to give. Y/N moves mountains for her daughter, always has and will be ready to do it forever. And she knews it from the very start, from the day she found out she'd have a child. And she'll be forever angry at Roger for not wanting the same, not seeing the child as she did and still does. She was blinded by Hope.

Hope. An interesting name for a child. Roger asked Y/N why she named her 'Hope'. Y/N answered him, but not truthfully. She didn't want Roger to know the sacred truth of their daughter's name origin.

She named her so because that was all she had when she was alone with her daughter, when she was without Roger at child birth, at her first birthday, and all birthdays until the 6th. All Y/N had was hope. Hope that Roger would call and apologise for what a prick he was, how he wasn't thinking straight and was ever so sorry. Hope that Roger would turn up at her door when she had been fired or robbed, at the most horrible and unexpected time. Like a blessing, an angel in her eyes.

Y/N hoped that Roger would come around a week or two after. When that time passed, she hoped for a month. And then, and then, and then, she didn't want to admit she still had hope, but she did. Y/N hoped dearly that some completely ordinary day she'd meet Roger at a shop or on the street with Hope in the carriage. And they'd have a lovely conversation, and he'd tell her he loves her and wants to be a father and that he was a shitty person. She hoped they'd be together again, be parents, maybe even get married! Y/N hoped for every possible scenario, but never expected what actually happened. Roger sending her a letter after six years of no communication, three months after Hope's 5th birthday, and asking Y/N to meet up because he's realised his wrongs and wants to be a proper father.

She had to read the letter multiple times then, over and over. Then Y/N sat down at the kitchen table, stared at the letter, at the envelope, at the table, at her hands and the wall. Her mind was blank. Then came the anger, then came the sadness, then the gladness and then tears from every emotion, and that went on and on in circles. Until she decided that she'd take Hope to meet her father and let whatever happens happen.

« Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers...

Then came one evening when Hope asked her mother if she could spend longer time with her dad. It took Y/N by surprise and at first, she just stared at Hope until some logical question came up in her mind to ask. She had so many questions and also arguments as to why she shouldn't. But she can't neglect her child's wishes, especially the ones with her father, that could lead to later trauma.

“W-Why?” Y/N asked and Hope continued to look at her mother with begging eyes.

“Because, mummy,” she starts to say. She still says 'mummy', this fourteen-year-old, “I know daddy wants to spend more time with me, and I miss him everyday. I want to see him everyday, I want to live with him more.” Live with him? Outrageous, was the first thing Y/N thought. She couldn't allow that, at least she thinks so. “I love daddy, and he loves me. He tells me that everyday.”

“He does?” Y/N whispers. Hope nods.

“And he loves you. And I know you love him, don't you? You just don't want to tell that to each other.” She explains. Y/N smiles quickly, but it fades away soon enough. Her hand reaches out to stroke Hope's cheek.

“You're so smart, angel.” She says to her daughter and Hope manages a shy smile.

“Mum, please,” the teenager begs, “I want to see daddy more. I want to meet his friends, I wanna watch them make music.”

Y/N nods and has to take a moment to herself to think it over. She looks out the window, grasping her chin between her fingers in deep thought. This is complicated. Her own feelings and love might be compromised, her life might be turned upside down or ruined. She can't predict the future, but Y/N damn wishes she could. Everything would be easier.

“Alright, my love,” Y/N starts to say and looks back at Hope, who's got big eyes with optimism in them, “when we meet daddy tomorrow, we'll talk about it, alright?”

Hope nods and smiles wide. She immediately jumps on her mother, her arms reaching around so she can hug her. Y/N smiles and strokes Hope's hair, a few tears in her eyes. She's sad and happy and anxious, all at one moment. Maybe it is time for a change. In everything. She knows what it means if everything would stay the same. And she knows exactly what it means to live with Roger. Even if it's just Hope who does, but Y/N knows Roger would never allow her living completely alone, away from them two. Here comes a big decision, and a dilemma.

“Of course you can stay longer, bub,” Roger says, smiling wide. He's so happy, and glad, that Hope wants to stay at his house more. He strokes her cheek, watching her with his big, blue and almost teary eyes. Hope gives him a smile and then looks at her mother, and so does Roger, “if mummy likes that, of course.” He says once seeing the cold and unsure look in Y/N's eyes.

She gives them both a shy smile and watches her own fiddling fingers under the table cloth. “Hope, why don't you go look outside in the cafe's garden? I saw they had bunnies.” Y/N says to her daughter who frowns.

“But I want to be here when you decide.” She argues and Y/N sighs.

“There are things, my love, that are private between me and your father.” Y/N says. Your father. Roger looks at her when she calls him that. A cold, distant name for him. It makes him a bit sad, and hopeless, as well. “Go outside and pet the bunnies. We'll come for you when everything's settled.”

Hope nods sadly and leaves the table. “A bit cold to her, that is,” Roger says, though his words are fearful. He looks at Y/N in a scared way. She only smiles and shakes her head.

“I don't want her to know all our issues.” She admits to Roger, looking him in the eyes, and he immediately raises his eyebrows.

“So you... haven't, um, told her?” He squints his eyebrows, purely curious for the answer.

“Have I told her that your first response was abortion and that you weren't supportive at all?” Y/N asks, raising her eyebrows and suddenly rising from her seat. She slumps back down and huffs. “No, I have not.” She says and erases all the fright in Roger. He almost breathes in his relief, but stops himself. “She's still a kid. And as much as I hate her not knowing anything, I...” Y/N sighs and looks down at her hands, “I don't want her to hate you.” She admits, looking back at Roger.

A smile twitches his lips. He's very touched by that.

“I just know how I felt when my mother finally told me about my father.” She says.

“Don't tell me he did the same thing I did.” Roger says, in slight fear again. Y/N laughs.

“No, he cheated. I told you that... years ago.” She tells him and Roger nods. You dumbass, he thinks to himself.

“Sorry.” Roger says. “I'm sorry for everything. Really, I am, Y/N. I cannot live with myself with what I did. But I love Hope so much, she means the world to me. You both do.” At the last three words, Roger reaches over the table to take Y/N's hands in his. He's hopeful, but the action is a bit outrageous. She looks at him, taken aback at the gesture, but waiting for him to say more. “And I'm sorry for not being with you earlier, from the very start. I—It's the greatest mistake of my life. My biggest regret that I didn't give you the partner and Hope the father she needed. I am so sorry.”

Y/n sighs deeply and looks away, but doesn't retract her hand. “You don't—you don't have to apologise.” She tells him. But Roger's not convinced. “You were a different person. Well, that, and you had d-different, um... priorities.” Y/N falters, her whole posture does. She's never talked to someone about this, about that night so many years ago.

“I was stupid, young and stupid, I really—”

“Roger, please stop.” Y/N stops him, whispering, and the look in her eyes catches Roger. There are tears brimming and begging in her beautiful orbs. He immediately stops talking and closes his mouth, understanding that it hurts for her. “Hope will be back soon and we have to settle the whole... thing.” She continues whispering, but the last word she says in a proper voice.

“Right, right. Okay,” Roger responds and leans back into his chair, his hands slipping away from Y/N's, “um, well, what do I say? Uh...”

“Whatever you want. Tell me everything you think.” Y/N encourages, but Roger has already decided what he'll say.

“Move in with me.” He tells her suddenly. “Both of you.”

Y/N's breath catches in her throat, and her eyes widen. She blinks a few times, realising one of the scenarios she predicted has come true and she is not prepared her answer to it, or answers.

She stays silent for a moment that seems much too long for Roger to wait on. She seems decided, but conflicted. Perhaps she already knows what to say, but doesn't know if she should? Decided, but not sure how to say it? Unsure to say it? He watches her as she thinks, and decides in his head that everything's over and she doesn't want to move in, she doesn't want Hope to spend more time with him—

“It will take time,” Y/N finally says, looking at Roger, “but we can.” She voices her decision to Roger.

He can't help but smile wide and simply look at Y/N for a while. Her decision was the one Roger was hoping for. Probably the only one he could survive. Roger didn't even expect her to accept his moving-in suggestion, he thought she'd laugh in his face and leave. Or start crying.

But the reason she'd be crying would be of happiness. They're all going to be living in one place, as a family. Family. That's what she's always wanted. She wouldn't ask for nothing more except for it to have happened sooner. But she's grateful it's happened at all.

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