#he’s such a cute old man but also ouch ow my heart

[stinkybrowndogs]

Yeah sorry no I’m busy. Yeah it’s gonna be all day (speculating about what future dog breeds I might get)

[clairecrive]

“A promise”- Remus Lupin imagine

A/N: so this is my first Remus and hp imagine ever, so I’m sorry if it sounds off. I’m open to constructive criticism if you have any. Hope you like it anyway!

Pairing: Remus x bff reader, Sirius x reader, Remus x girlfriend OC, Lily x James

Warning: none I guess, angst with fluffy end so

Summary: as you grow it can happen sometimes that people change and so their relationship with you. And as you’ve overheard something your best friend agreed to, you feared that that’s exactly what happened to your relationship. It is really though?

Flashbacks are in italics

"So you’re leaving? Just like that?" You ask when he sits down on the couch in front of the one you were sitting in. You had heard him talk with his girlfriend about moving after graduation and of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. What bothered you was that she wanted to leave England.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't be daft Remus, you know what I'm talking about." he really seemed clueless but the fact that he had taken such a big decision and hadn’t even told you yet had hurt you. It was something one would immediately tell their best friend, was it not?

"I don't, seeing as my girlfriend asked me to move in her and I reckon there’s nothing wrong with that." But of course, in true Remus and y/n fashion, whenever one of you bit the other answered right away.

"Your girlfriend wants to move on the other side of the globe Remus!" And so you snapped, surprising all of your friends around you beside the man of the hour and your boyfriend Sirius since both of them knew you like the back of their hands.

"So?" he asked causing you to scoff

"Don't you remember?" your voice got very quiet almost as if you didn't want him to hear

"We made a promise to always be together," you explained after seeing his puzzled expression.

Realization washed over his face and you knew the memory of you two in the back of his yard played in his mind. The day, at 11 years old, you promised that no matter what, you'd never leave the other alone. 

For as long as you could remember, you and Remus had always spent the summer together. Since you attended different schools, you didn’t have a lot of time to spare to see each other as much as you’d like during the school year, so as soon as it ended you tried to spend every moment you could together. Of course, now that both had received the letter from Hogwarts, things were going to change. You couldn’t wait to finally attend school with your best friend.

So here you both were, swaying on the swings in the park near your house while Remus was on the ground next to them reading a book. The boy could always be found with his nose buried in a book but you never minded much seeing as it could be said the same for you.

However, since the letter arrived, your mind was filled with excitement for this new adventure that awaited you but also, you couldn’t help but have a lot of questions about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in ten years?”  you asked him not stopping the swing. 

Remus didn’t answer you right away but you knew you had caught his attention.

"I don't know. I've never thought about it."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah I mean we all know my... condition isn't going make things easier for me."

"Is that why you don't like to think about the future?" He just nodded but you knew it was because he didn’t like to talk about it so you quickly changed the subject.

"I don't like it either you know, but I do hope you'll be in it."

Your bond with Remus wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone who knew you, was aware of your tight knit relationship. However, being both shy and reserved, you never really outed your feelings for each other with words. Your constant presence at the other's side was enough of a statement.

It was rather unusual for both of you to openly speak about it like this so while you looked in front of you while swaying on the swing, Remus was busy trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"Well, I thought that was a given." He said loud enough so you could hear over the metal sound of the swing. Now it was your time to blush.

"You promise?" Stopping your legs, you got the swing to slowly still. Reaching your pinky towards him, a gesture so very common between you whenever you wanted to seal a deal, you wait for him to do the same.

"Promise." And the deal was sealed with the same seriousness as it was a legal binding contract.

Seemed like one took it more seriously than the other though.

"We were only 11 y/n..." Remus said tentatively. He looked taken back and this possibly hurt you more than his words. 

So what if you were both eleven at the time? Your age didn’t take away any ouch of importance from the promise you made. You were dead serious about it and still stood by your words. Didn’t he?

"Yes well, I was serious when I promised you than I'd never leave you alone. I should have known though that all it took was a cute girl for you to push me aside." Now, that might have been a tad too far fetched but you’d always had a fliar for the dramatics and being with Sirius didn’t help that in the least.

"Oh don't be a hypocrite now, y/n. If Sirius asked you, you would have done the same thing." Rolling his eyes, he pointed at Sirius who was currently sat on the couch behind you. You were standing in the middle of the common room but fortunately most of the students seemed to in class and those who had a free period fled as soon as they heard you arguing.

"No, I wouldn't. Because you mean the world to me and I'd never leave you behind." You boasted tired of hearing him misjudging you." It's nice to know how you feel though." And with that, barely able to contain your tears anymore, you stormed out of the room leaving a confused and angry Remus behind.

The truth was that this had nothing to do with your partners. You loved Sirius with all your heart and were happy when Remus seemed to find what you have with his best friend with Sarah. You were genuinely happy for them, Remus deserves to be happy and there was nothing you wanted more for him. Even if that meant he had to leave you behind…

Now that you were looking at the whole thing with a clearer mind, you started to realize that Remus was right. You were being a hypocrite indeed.  Your relationship with Sirius had flourished beautifully since you’d started dating in third year and while you hadn’t already talked about it, you knew you’d probably end up living with him in his apartment. Lily and James were practically already married and Peter… well Peter was Peter. So where did that leave Remus?

If he didn’t move with Sarah that would mean that he’d be alone. Sure, their houses will always be open to him but it wouldn’t be the same without her by his side. You knew that. 

So, you realized, at the end of the day, you just wanted him to be happy. And if you loved someone you should set him free. You still had Sirius and everyone else and it’s not like you’d never see each other again. Of course, being apart from him was going to be hard for you but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. He deserved it.

Sighing you stopped, knowing that you owed him an apology. But when you turned around to go back to the common room, you saw Remus walking towards you. You didn’t hear him following after you stormed out but he was walking rather quickly to catch up with you. He didn’t expect you to stop though so he almost knocked you over, his arms wrapped around you were the only reason why you hadn’t toppled over.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I didn’t realize you had taken it this way. I swear it’s not like that, you know how much I care about you,” Remus was muttering frantically in your neck, your grip on you tightening and you could help but chuckle at how sweet and wonderful human being your best friend. 

You pulled away slightly, just enough so you could look into his eyes while speaking,not that Remus allowed you to pulled away that much. 

“I’m the one who should be apologizing Rem, it wasn’t fair of me to hold that against you. It’s only right that you live your life how you want and with the woman you love. I just want you to be happy.” You said while caressing the crease in the between his eyebrows. You knew how much he hated arguing.

“What about our promise? I also was serious at the time, I don’t want you to feel like you don’t matter as much to me because you do. You know how much you mean to me.” He continued wanting to be 100% sure that you were okay.

“I’ll be okay Rem, I’ll just have to come to term with the fact that I’m not going to see your annoying sprout every day.” You joked to ease his worry and mirrored the smile he gave you.

“I’m not going to disappear, you know. I’m going to write you every day, you’ll be more annoyed with me than you are now.” Keeping an arm on your shoulders, he lead you back to the common room where the others were waiting for you.

“As if that could really happen.”  You retake your sit beside Sirius that shots you a wing while Remus leaves a kiss on your head before sitting down next Sarah.

Yeah, you had a feeling that you were going to be alright despite the distance.

[exauhstedsunflower]

Songs From Musicals That Make Me Cry.

From Waitress,

Take It From An Old Man- That shit makes me emotional. 

She Used To Be Mine- a given. Ouch. OUCH.

You Matter To Me- The spoken part of that song. The part where she hopes one day her baby meets someone who just wants to hold them. I sobbed the first time I listened to that. I want that, and if I never get that I hope someone else gets that. That will always make me cry.

From In the Heights,

Enough- it reminds me of my dad. I love him very much and the part where she’s saying how he doesn’t sleep when Nina’s gone and does whatever he can for her gets me.

Breathe- I don’t always cry listening to that, but when I’m especially relating I lose it. I literally AM Nina. Nina is me. We are both disappointments.

Atencion- OW

Everything I know- OWWW. Reminds me of my late grandmother.

Six,

Heart of Stone- when it shifts to talking about how she’ll never see her son. I can’t. 

All You Wanna Do- only when I’m watching or listening to the live version. Specifically Sam Pauly’s version. The climax is so much more powerful when it’s live.

I Don’t Need Your Love- the live version. The vocals alone are enough to knock me over. I Stan the broadway cast and let me tell you. Anna is incredible. Her voice legit brings tears to my eyes.

Beetlejuice,

Prologue: Invisible- Who doesn’t cry at this one??? 

Dead mom- Never made me cry when I first listened, but then I got attached and now it makes me cry.

Home- very moving. The poor girl just misses her mom :(

Heathers,

(Honestly when I listen to heathers I’m way too invested in singing along to actually be affected by the content. Too catchy to have me crying.)

I Am Damaged- idk man it just hits different?? Not every time, but most of the time.

Hamilton,

That would be enough- Makes my emotions come alive. Good or bad? Idk. Just emotion.

Dear Theodosia- Cute tears. Baby song. Makes me soft.

Stay Alive Reprise- That scream. That live scream. It haunts me.

Burn- Makes me angry most of the time. But sometimes it makes me sad.

It’s Quiet Uptown- OW. The pain.

Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story- “ThE ORphanAGE-” + “YOU could have done do much more if only had TIME”

Into The Woods

Stay With Me- I guess I just sympathize with mothers, huh.

Lament- mothers, yes. And also Bernadette Peters. I love her.

No One Is Alone- Poor Babies.

Finale: Children Will Listen- In my opinion the perfect finale to any musical. Love it. Makes me cry like a b*tch though.

[idlecreature]

the buried fic comment from hell (it's so long i'm SO SORRY, I GOT EXCITED)

DEL.. I WASN’T SURE IF IT WAS APPROPRIATE TO LEAVE A LONG ASS COMMENT ON UR BURIED FIC IN PUBLIC….. SO I’M DROPPING IT HERE i’m so sorry in advance this is about to be a mess,, i’m so fucking emotional right now

((the review under the cut is in response to my fic which can b read here))

okay first –

The mental image of tiny gangly Barnabas and Jonah crouched with their hands in the dirt….. is so fucking cute?? I could feel Jonah’s jealousy just burning off of him. You had me right away. Fuck. You know how to open a story and I’m deeply envious, I’ve always struggled with it. Also, you threw in that little hook:

Despite what Jonah believes, there are some things that just can’t be explained in words.

Barnabas’ voice is so fucking good… guh… you know. I didn’t much care about Barnabas in any deep way before I joined the Jonah server and you guys have all just completely GUTTED me, I can’t believe how much I care about this highly-strung bastard,, he is so GOOD. HE’S SO GOOD???? HE’S SUCH A SWEETIE. LIKE. BARNABAS FEELING GUILTY AND HORRIFIED THAT PEOPLE ARE GRATEFUL TO HIM AND WANT HIM AROUND???? AAAAAAAAAA. And the melancholy aspect, too, which I imagine is how Mordechai was able to relate to him, get attached to him… Barnabas being bitter about how useless his tears are while he’s crying anxiously at the prospect that he might not be able to help those families after all…….

All of those scraps of Barnabas’ letter to Jonah made such EXCELLENT transitions, holy hell. Again I am inspired by your storytelling prowess. I am taking notes, for whenever my ability to write longform fic returns from war. This one was my favorite, made my heart clench:

A good world starts with a good person and a few choices that are made with the heart—

He’s so earnest I’m going to weep ;_; Barny.. you can’t make Jonah a better person he’s AWFUL,,

(Side note, super digging that I can indent stuff, block quoting makes this SO much easier.)

Also really digging that Jonah doesn’t have as nice a reputation as Barnabas… Jonah is the bad influence friend lmfao. AND JONAH’S CAT… I LOVE HIM…

And then you delivered a swift blow straight to the religion kink, as promised… “There’s something undeniably old testament about Jonah; the fire and fury of creation, the self-annihilating stare of Lot’s wife.“ LOSING IT I’M LOSING IT… WHAT A WAY OF DESCRIBING HIM God, here I thought I couldn’t possibly be more attracted to this bastard man. I am aghast at myself.

LOSING IT EVEN MORE OVER BARNABAS STACKING TEACUPS ON JONAH’S HEAD???? Why must you make them so fucking cute oh NO this is going to hurt isn’t it. ((This was the note I stuck in the Word doc while I was reading it and I thought I’d leave it as was for your enjoyment))

“Taking cues from your dreams?” Barnabas replies. “You know only the desperately mad do that?” 

“Or desperately inspired—savants and prophets and visionaries.”

And then you continued to try to kill me… Jonah thinking of himself as a prophet……. hhhhh canon-typical overambitious zealotry I’m HERE FOR IT………

“Are you trying to make me angry with you by playing the devil’s advocate?” 

“Just testing you,” Jonah says in his alloyed voice, silver-and-honey-gold. 

Del I cannot stress enough… My religion kink………. It’s been SO VERY ACTIVATED.

“Your morality has only ever been a thin cover for your shame.”

OUCH, JONAH, JESUS

Every bit of their dialogue was so familiar and tinged with bittersweetness and I owe you my entire life… Sincerely. Ugh. Like, how you described Barnabas’ internal angst about it later on – when he’s thinking of Mordechai, and he refers to "his many dog-eared fantasies” about Jonah it just really vividly conjured the thought of he and Jonah having a sort of? Queer solidarity, ESPECIALLY having grown up together. And that makes Jonah’s flash of betrayal at Barnabas not wanting to be SEEN with him that much more agonizing, personally. Like. I’ve had that happen to me more than once in real life. And much as Jonah is a piece of shit who is absolutely manipulating him………. still, ouch. Ouch. (Barnabas’ thoughts on the company Jonah keeps also made me wince. You did an AMAZING job with all of the internalized shame and frantic rationalizations, hooooooboy.)

The Lukases being colorblind is such an interesting piece of lore by the way I love it????? Now I have. Some questions, about Peter. Mordechai’s characterization in this is so fascinating to me. I’m enTRANCED by how you reverse-Uno’d it so that Barnabas was the reason Mordechai lost himself to the Lonely… the power dynamics……. so tasty. Ugh. And all of the sensual descriptions, especially of that first visit Barnabas had at Moorland house?? I didn’t clip any because I would have ended up clipping the whole fucking thing. It was aching, haunting, beautiful, holyshit. Their romance is somehow more fucked up than Barnabas and Jonah’s…

Also, I was so eager to read this I skipped the tags/warnings and completely didn’t realize Mordechai was going to be an actual vampire so that was a VERY fun surprise lmfao.

Barnabas feels like he’s close to learning something about violence and desire, how close they are, how the wires can get crossed.

THIS QUOTE IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEE ugh I’m having an aneurysm over how Jonah managed to fashion Barnabas into a creature that could understand him by gifting him to Mordechai for a while… letting Mordechai crack him open at the points where he was already brittle and experience an influx of some of the true darkness of the world. Just a tasty taste. That way when he discovers the truth of Jonah’s occult interests he won’t run away, because he’s already got his own fingers in the mess. He’s already given himself to one horror, why not Jonah? Shave some of the shine off of his morality, make him nice and gray so he won’t contrast so much with Jonah… And satisfying his curiosity at the same time. Two birds.

Oh, also, still sobbing about this line:

he realises that he doesn’t want to wear any colours that Mordechai can’t properly see.

EVERY TIME I let my guard down for ten seconds you smacked me with more of Barnabas being the most precious bleeding heart in the universe!!!!!! He aches so much for the people he’s trying to help and he hates people like Mordechai but part of him also wants to save Mordechai, somehow… maybe recognizes the parts of him that are like these people, still. Nearly faded but not quite gone yet. And as you’ve already established, Barnabas simply cannot let things go. Can’t disappoint people… can’t leave them when he could be doing something. Anything. Augh, FEELINGS.

Of course he knew Mordechai and Jonah were friends, he’d just temporarily believed in a sane and fair universe where things like this don’t happen. 

AND YOU HAD SUCH A PERFECT BALANCE OF HUMOR… This could have been such a feelbad fic, and tbh it still would have been spectacular. But you always eased it at just the right moment to keep it from going off the rails into irretrievable deepdark territory. Fed me little soft moments so I’d still be vulnerable enough to have my HEART RIPPED OUT LATER…

I’m not super interested in the Buried canon-wise but I love how you’ve written Barnabas’ natural affiliation with it… so subtle but powerful? (Of COURSE Jonah was jealous, lmao. He had to work so hard and he’s still not on Barnabas’ level. There’s some kinda beautiful commentary on ambition versus goodwill in there somewhere but I’m too busy nursing my battered little heart right now to articulate it.) It wove its way in and out of the rest of the plot so naturally, too. For some reason it compliments Barnabas’ temperament as I read it in canon just… so well. Was there a discussion about this on the server, and if so, PLEASE tell me about it sometime I’m so fascinated.

Jonah wasn’t even present for a lot of the fic but his characterization was so INTENSE and luminous, Christ… I know I already praised it a bit but. Woof. I wasn’t expecting to get a taste of his POV at the end and I was so excited I kicked my feet (my cat was very disgruntled) like, this line!!!

Now, he thinks there’s some truth in those false statements, in the lies we tell and why we want to be believed.

GOD, YOU’RE REALLY GONNA GIVE ME FEELINGS ABOUT JONAH AND FUTURE-JONAHLIAS IN THE SAME FIC?????? EVIL… I’m so so so fucking here for it, oh my God, Jonah with an amplifying anxiety disorder, THE PRICE OF IMMORTALITY… too bad the Eye doesn’t let you see the future, Jonah, lmao… the line “immortality just made his anxiety turn nuclear” is SEARED into my brain now, I am NOT accepting canon to contradict this ever again. I’ve always wondered how Jonah’s neuroses might have worsened in two entire fucking CENTURIES and I love the way you wrote it. I am fucking. Losing my mind.

There’s so many other things I could comment on, like. The brief but glorious Jonah-grinding-himself-off-on-Barnabas’-thigh shenanigans. Was incredibly hot, and Mordechai’s poor fragile heart breaking, and Barnabas telling Isabel that it’s fine to call him Barny…….. I’m hhhhhhhhHHHH fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m just!! I am incomprehensible!!! Everyone told me this fic was amazing but it’s fucking amazing, Del, what the hell. I’m never gonna be the same after this. The end was SHOCKINGLY sweet and I have WHIPLASH.

………… So, now that I’ve made you read a novel. Hah. Sorry. My point is. I loved every bit of this. It deserved heaps more praise but my eyes are starting to cross. Thx for sharing :’) 

Love,

Tony xx

TONY. TONY THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. FIRSTLY I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THIS. SECOND OF ALL, THANKS TO YOU I’LL BE SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS FOREVER HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW THIS REVIEW HAS AFFECTED ME? IT’S THE BEST FEEDBACK I’VE EVER RECIEVED IN MY LIFE I FEEL LIKE A FIRSTGRADER GETTING THEIR FIRST GOLD STAR I FEEL ON TOP OF THE WORLD LIKE I COULD THROW THE JEWEL OF THE SEA OFF THE SHIP AND LEAN OVER THE RAILINGS BECAUSE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND ME TONY IT’S BEEN MONTHS AND THIS REVIEW HAS BEEN A FIREPLACE KEEPING ME WARM THROUGH THE WINTER MONTHS I LOVE YOU DEARLY FOR THIS YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE CHAMPION IF YOU WERE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW I WOULD FRENCH KISS YOU WITHOUT HESISTATION UNTIL THE BOTH OF US HAVE RUN OUT OF AIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING BLESS YOU TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

[britishchick09]

1984 livewatch

the time has finally come to watch the full movie! it’ll be sad, it’ll be disturbing, it’ll possibly be cringy, but it’ll be a lot of fun! :D

we start out with the mgm lion! noice ;)

epic quote B)

wait why is opera music playing i thought we’d start at the 2 minutes hate

OMG what if they’re gonna hate on opera

this looks like a drive-in movie tbh

narrator: “this is a land of peace and hope, a land of plenty...” OH SHUT UP YOU

they’re showing wheat like it’s little house on the prairie BOI YOU’RE IN LONDON

this is epic propaganda B)

what if the war footage was taken from ww2 and thus... isn’t real :o

HOLD UP is the eurasian war racist?

THE QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

WHAT ARE THEY ALL SHOUTING I CAN’T HEAR WHAT THE FDR GUY IS SAYING SHUT UPPPPP

oh no it be u (his face is like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ and it’s very lol)

julia’s so into this! :o

o’brien’s like ‘ohhh!!!’

look who decided to SHOW UP FINALLY

he pauses a bit before reluctantly joining in yas ♥

OMG THIS IS LIKE A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY STOP TALKING GEEZ

good they stopped!

WOWWW DON’T EVEN LIST SUZANNA HAMILTON’S NAME WITH THE OTHERS GIVE HER A ‘WITH’ CREDIT WOWWWWW

this IS a school assembly they’re going back to work!

winston in glasses *chef’s kiss*

ooh a rotary dial! great use of tech from when the book was written :D

winston’s looking over at syme WITH SO MUCH JEALOUSY lol

what if the words they speak are just random stuff with no meaning

OMG confession!!!!!

poor winnie with his cough :(

this confession sounds JUST LIKE WINSTON’S OMG!!!!

winston: “bugger!” he’s a brit lol :D

epic B)

OMG this guy read goldstein’s book SO DID WINSTON!!!!

i love how the diary is in a brick hole that’s so cool :D

the diary scene was filmed on april 4th just like in the movie so that’s way rad man :D

i want you valley!!! :D

ooh they’re put a smol scene of his childhood in there coolio! :D

he  s l e e p

this violin squeak tho :o

OMG THIS IS THE STANDING UP SCHOOL SCENE

it’s not but i can easily imagine it lol :D

he’s a stick omg ;o

when the lady talks to him you know it’s not a recording ;)

lady: “anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes” BOI

oh no PARSONS

parsons: “choco rations are going up” c h o c o

parsons: “i seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason’ yeah,,, for some reason... ;)

this is so a cafeteria scene at school

THEY SAW EACH OTHER OMG

♫ i suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair, i wanna stuff this weird food in my faaaace! ♫ :D

me: “this is so romantic!” winston’s thoughts: “lemme smash HER WITH A ROCK”

wait did the lady say pineapple grenade???

HIS FACE LOOOL

syme rip boi

the 11th edition isn’t thicc :/

aww winston’s smol nod ♥

parsons: “by 2050 we won’t have conversations like this!” yeah because of screens lol

OMG the food looks and taste like meat but isn’t IT’S PLANT BASED MEAT!!!! :o

parsons just pulled a ‘hey need help with that?’ and put winston’s food on his plate EPIC

julia’s lookin’ at u ;)

YAS PROLES HOPE!!! :D

oh no DON’T TALK ABOUT THE 50 YEAR OLD WOMAN SEX WINSTON

OH NOOOOOOO

he liked the ‘bright red lips’ yet...

THIS CHICK’S LIPS AREN’T BRIGHT BOI

poor baby desperate for money :(

let’s GET THIS BEAT

hand on cheek = doublepluscute ^_^

epic foreshadowing B)

OMG CHESTNUT TREE POEM FORESHADOWINNNGGGGGG

OMG a couple is making out in the bar EPIC

winston’s just like ‘nnope’

OMG THE THOUGHT POLICE WERE FOLLOWING????

he’s at an antique store in prescott bless his heart ♥

mr. charrington sounds so kind WHYYYY

THE BIRTH OF A QUEEN ♥

mr. charrington says ‘4 dollars’ but they’re in london??

YAS BELLS OF ST. CLEMENS!!!! :D

winston: “what was that?” mr. charrington: “something old.” no DUH

they see each other againnn!!!!! :D

winston writes that he hates her SAME WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT

OMG SMOL WINNIE BIG O’BRIEN????? :o

his mom is lying dead in the field like the erza kid in ‘kirsten’s promise’ :(

he’s just... staring

OMG SPYING ON THE SPICY STARING ACTION :o

she PLONKED

that ‘ow!’ was so fake jules!

this is like anna and hans but not as bad underneath!

julia: “it’s nothing!” but this is turning out to be something... ;)

we’re half an hour in and wowza it’s gone by so fast! :D

winston: *gets a cute love note from julia* YEET!

THE HELICOPTER IS BACC!!!!! they’re really not making the spying subtle

OMG THIS IS THE THOUGHT CRIMINAL SCENE YAAAAS!!!!! :D

winston is the best plummer confirmed

kid: “you’re a thought criminal!” winston: *gives a slight ‘wha’ face and smiles* ICONIC

:)

the crowd is clapping and cheering over the war yet winston’s not doing anything SAME

jules is just scooching by lol

HAND HOLDING WHILE PASSING A NOTE OMG ♥♥

the sky does exist! :o

the telescreen has some great music :D

winston’s joining the ‘big man’s hiking group’ suure you are... ;)

the train is going to the beat of the kids’ singing coolio! :D

big brother is called ‘bb’ yas bby!

YEEES THE I WANT YOU VALLEY SCEENE!!!!!

the lq audio made the twig crack and the leave brushing really weird lol

winston: “i want you.” I-CON-IC!!!! :D

THAT SMIRK THO

winston: “i want everyone corrupt.” julia: “i’ll suit you, then. i’m corrupt to the core.” *mal screech*

OH NONONONOONO SHE GONNA TAKE HER TOP OFF BI PANIC BI PANICCC!!!!!

she really went commando huh

ALL THE WAY

the sex looks like it hurts NO WAY MAN NOT FOR ME NNNNOPE

i’m glad it was only a part you couldn’t really see and not a full on thing I DON’T NEED THAT

awww she’s so peaceful after big naughty :)

this is vaguely gay...

aww winston’s hair ruffling in the wind ♥

c r o n c h

also did he just cronch into a potato???

OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE SCHOOL

teacher: “when the orgasm is finally eradicated...” totally julia: “NOT ON MY WATCH”

winston is the kid who smokes in glass while julia is the one kid who Just Doesn’t Care lol :D

thoughtcrime THIS IS THOTCRIME

wow syme is still alive?

julia: “you dropped your ink pencil” you mean pen?

winnie’s back in prescott! :D

the room is 4 bucks a night noice B)

BACC TO THE H8 BBY

the modern say 2 minutes hate is probably just a livestream with kids texting ‘h8 xd’ in the chat lol :D

winston’s thoughts: “she who is so careful...” boi she threw a dictionary at the telescreen in the book THAT’S SO NOT CAREFUL

hey girl CUTE LQ SMILE YOU HAVE THERE!!! :D

YAS THE REAL COFFEE SCENE!!!!! :D

she has so many smiles YAS!!!!

she’s so eager with showing him I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JULES ♥♥♥

she says ‘real sugar, real bread’ and... jam

winston: “how did you manage to get all this?” jules has her ways... ;)

winston: “i want you” julia: “i want you too” YAS :D ♥♥

the thiccc singer is here!! :D

she’s so pretty! ♥

aww the stroke ♥

his hands are shaking as he touches her :(

winston: “freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. if that is granted, all else follows” iconic!

YAS THE PAPER!!! :D

it be gin time ;)

he scratches the face off the gin bottle woah :o

I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS IS O’BRIEN :o

winston’s little ‘yes!’ at getting the 10th newspeak dictionary ♥

that’s a look of longing my friends! :o

winston: “the call has come. all my life i’ve been waiting for it...” and now he’ll go into the unknown... ;)

AAND we cut to naked julia eating an apple! slight bi panic

she’s touching the paperweight queen love it ♥

SHE KNOWS THE CLEMENS YAS!!! :D

julia: “i just know it!” BOI YOUR G-PA HELPED OUT

winston: “the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it’s too late” thus my ‘julia lives’ au comes in! :D

winston: “never seen one another again” ...oh he was talking about that NOT IN MY AU SON

julia: “you do, i do.” omg marriage :o

YAAAS JULSTON KISS!!!!!!! :D

fluffy! ♥

julia: “i love you.” awww :)

winston: “julia. do you think the resistance is real?” julia: “none of it’s real.” STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER!

♥

OMFG THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION :o

work is scrambling like eggs!

poor headache bby! :(

epic B)

winston’s dreaming of his bishy selfish chocolate mom adventure!

the rats were there when his mom and sister were vaporized! :o

she’s in the dress! ♥

they’re talking about betrayal and julia’s like ‘they can’t do that!” OH BOI BUT THEY CAN!!!!

julia: “they can’t get to your heart” aww :)

awkward...

winston sees o’brien WITHOUT JULIA THE F????

this feels like the principal’s office lol :D

o’brien’s voice is so deep and british ♥

the way he clutches the newspeak dictionary is so cute! :D

aww he’s stroking the pages as he reads :)

the oceania anthem sounds russian :o

YAAAAAAAASSSS!!!!!!! :D

so soft ♥♥

winston: “julia, my love.” MY LOVE MY LOVE AHHH!!!! :D

YEES THE COFFEE SMILEEE!!!!! :D

she’s hungry... she wants coffee... who’s gonna tell her coffee isn’t food?

omg i saw winston butt :o

:)

winston: “she’s beautiful.” julia: “she’s a meter around the hips easily” winston: “that’s her standard of beauty.” YAAAS!!! :D

winston: “the future is ours.” YAS

OH CRAP THEY SAID ‘WE ARE THE DEAD’ NOOOO

mr. charington is loud compared to how i thought in the book

his ‘you are the dead’ should’ve been quieter like winston and julia’s then he could be loud!

FBI OPEN UP!!!!!

charrington: “here comes a candle to guide you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!” OHHHH NICE ONE MR C!!!!!! :D

RIP TO A QUEEN :’(

i should be a bit more heartbroken BUT THAT MR C RHYME MAN

OMFG THEY JUST BEAT UP JULES

SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOO :’(

why does he look old

awww :(

delete the drunk old lady BUT GIVE US PARSONS SUUURE

i dread the scene to come...

parsons didn’t say that he said ‘down with big brother’ so that’s a bummer :/

aww poor parsons he’s crying! :(

oh SNAP room 101!!!! :o

poor parsons but at least that scene wasn’t a thing!

OUCH THAT SMACC LOOKED LIKE IT HURT

is this leading into the bloody mouth scene? I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS

winston doesn’t know where he is IT’S THE I WANT YOU VALLEY!!!

hold up this is just a vision ok BUT WHERE’S THE BLOODY MOUTH SCENE

frankenstein and spirit halloween called!

also o’brien flipped the switch without warning BISH

o’brien: “you suffer from a defective memory” and you suffer from a BISH MEMORY SIR

remember winston it’s all in the mind... ;)

WHY DID O’BRIEN SHOCK  WINSTON HE SAID FIVE

'how many fingers’ is a trick question because winston sees four YET WE SEE FIVE OHHH

mother gothel vibes...

awww winston’s little scared squeak :(

winston: “i don’t know... i don’t know!” SAY FIVE WINSTON SAY FIVEEEEE

o’brien’s voice is so calming yet it spouts evil words...

julia immediately betrayed winston BECAUSE SHE HAD A ROSEMARY KENNEDY yet she’s somehow still alive without damage by the end???

ooh a new shot! :D

they just faded to black and showed a new angle which is a bit weird...

o’brien: “you’re thinking that my face is old and tired...” because it belongs to poor richard burton!

o’brien just yoinked winston’s tooth out tho :o

mother gothel strikes again!

winston to o’brien: “i love you.” you don’t say that back to jules YET YOU SAY IT TO O’BRIEN BOIIIII

o’brien: “you’re one of us. one of the chosen.” one of us gooble gobble! also ANAKIN IS THAT YOU????

winston just said ‘i love you’ oMG OMG OM WAIT WWAIIITIT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

seconds after she says ‘i love you too’ SHE’S FREAKING SHOT DAAANG NO PUNCHES PULLED BACK!!!!!

aww he called her ‘my love’ even in a dream

so that was the infamous bloody mouth scene and it was quicker than i thought it would be? at least i have a bright julia smile! ♥

OMG winston’s calling for her yet it sounds so weird WHYYY

he’s much improved!

they’re skyping lol

after all he’s been through he still hates bb! :o

ROOM 101 :o

room 101 is a personalized experience just for you! :D

also IT’S A DREAM MIRROR

omg the rats are GOING AT EACH OTHER GEEZ

winston’s squeak at the rats no!!! :(

‘do it to julia’ sounds a bit selfish but it’s the betrayal we’ve been waiting for!

...NOT

uh oh here comes the awkward reunion...

they should’ve said “...sup.” to each other

the bartender saying “on the house!’ tiredly each time is great :D

winston: “thank you for coming.” julia in her thoughts: “yeah whateves bro.” :/

at least they can still bond over something :)

jules gin time ;)

they ratted out on each other true love???

julia: “we must meet again.” winston: “yes, we must meet again.” ...they never met again

but if they did it would be a bro time!

winston: “i have seduced party members of both sexes” BI NANI???? :o

since his crimes are like the guy’s from earlier... what if he didn’t do them and was convinced that he did? :o

in the book he says i love you to bb, but here he turns away and says it... what if he still loves julia? :o

and with that question, the movie has come to a close! it’s a fantastic little film that closely follows the book. while i would’ve liked to see julia with winston at o’brien’s and the drunk jail lady, the cutting of the gross parsons scene, the addtion of the bloody mouth scene and the possibly hopeful ending make up for it. overall, this is an amazing adaptation of such a great book! :D

[kemonododo]

Decided to rewatch the whole series after seeing the finale, here's my thoughts as they come along part 3

There was an old He-man reboot that was cancelled after two seasons, season 3 was being set up as the horde conquering Eternia with He-man and his kingdom being forced into hiding as rebels. Apparently She-Ra would also appear, though knowing that show she'd be lucky to be 1/4th as interesting or engaging as our Adora. I'm saying this because, even though that cartoon was cancelled before it could finish it's story, we were lucky enough to see ours to it's end and in a way that story they wanted to tell exists here with us now. Plus I always disliked that they called themselves "The Rebellion" when they weren't really rebelling against anything, but they are now!

Poor Adora, even after all this time she still has that hero complex eating away at her, telling her she's useless unless she's serving others.

Entrapta's ramblings about space this season are very relatable.

Catra's face when she sees Glimmer be manipulated, you can see so much behind her eyes. Fear for her standing, flashbacks to her own manipulation, shock at how unprepared Glimmer is for this. Love how Horde Prime sees right through her afterwards, she has no power over him.

Poor Entrapta, she hasn't been with the other princesses since season 1, they're opinion of her has been soured by her betrayal and appearance to not care. We know she loves her friends and is trying her best, but the wound is still sore.

Horde Prime using Glimmer's dad as a bargaining chip is extra horrible when you remember that this is when she discovers he's alive.

It's great that the show takes a moment to allow Adora to come to grips with no longer having a clear destiny she can follow. She's so used to being told what to do, this is the first time she's truly making her own decisions. Agency that Shadow Weaver begins to take away from her later.

I love Catra's internal struggles in these first few episodes. She's trying to do what she's been doing, working her way up the ladder, but she can't. Not anymore. Her heart isn't in it, she knows this isn't what she wants, she's just going through the motions. Spending time with Glimmer is the only thing she enjoys, she finally slows down for a moment to just enjoy someone's company and really bond. Her turn to good isn't a 180, we see her mind working and how she comes to the decision of sacrificing herself. Seeing that Horde Prime is a complete psychopath helped of course.

I love how Horde Prime's ship has star themed beds.

I don't know how they did it, but they made Hordak recognizable among the other clones. It's like twins, once you get to know them the difference is obvious. You can look at a clone and see he's Hordak, yet he looks identical to the others. It's remarkable.

These flashbacks Catra has, wandering the empty corridors that her decisions have left her in, it's a testimony to how far she's come that they don't reaffirm Adora's betrayal to her anymore. She wants to absolve herself of her sins, and she decides a sacrifice is the best way. She wants to go out on one good grace, redemption by death, but that action and her apology is what makes Adora sure she still has good in her. Catra has shown she is willing to be good, and that alone is enough for Adora to give her another chance.

This is the first time the best friend squad has been together since Glimmer pulled the queen card, a lot of the wounds are still fresh. I definitely think this is the point Bow and her truly realize they love each other, they probably had a schoolyard crush but the realization of where they are without each other and how much they mean to each other, something really deep sparked here.

The Star Siblings are here to show what life under Prime is like, but also as a quick show of the Rebellion's message expanding. That's a little underdeveloped though, which is mostly a product of time.

Adora's little "she's not my friend" bit is adorable but a bit out of place imo, Adora hasn't really been this outwardly lovestruck over Catra before, and while Adora has decided to give her another chance I don't think that reignition of love would have happened yet.

The thought that Entrapta went out to find that LUVD crystal to bring with her in the slightest hope she would find Hordak and that he would recognize it. Plus the noises she makes and the fact she immediately adopts Wrong Hordak and that we get to see her without her mask, ah she is so cute!

Hive Mind Catra is terrifying and tragic, it feels so violating. He talks about how she wanted Adora to save her, how afraid she was when she was assimilated. We see that numbness and how it would seem appealing to her, but under the cracks Catra is still suffering, and Adora promises to bring her back, tells her how much she cares about her, transforms into She-Ra to save her. And finally, they are together again.

I love Adora constantly checking on Catra, this is the first time in years she has been with her, she just wants to be with her. Catra starts falling back into her old ways though, that anger still persistent, and Adora's honeymoon phase is over already and for a second we're all afraid nothing has changed. You can see Catra doesn't want to make that mistake again, and she finally lets Adora help her, and likewise Adora finally steps back and lets Catra help her too. They've both grown so much, and that growth is what allows their relationship to blossom.

It's great that Spinnerella and Netossa get their time to shine this season. Their arc here parallels Catra and Adora's earlier, and I would say it's unfortunate they have to go through this, but I love the angst.

Double Trouble! Back for a five minute appearance where they admittedly don't do much, but hey they're fun to watch and have some great lines so it's worth it.

Catra in a healthy relationship, with friends that don't fear her and people she sees as equals. People she can just joke around with and be teased by. You love to see it.

Melog is a pretty important addition, as he gives Catra someone that she can fully trust without the baggage from before. He's literally her therapy support pet, and he's the one that stops her from running away again.

Shadow Weaver's little speech here is great, she's been told that the First One's made the magic stronger when they did the exact opposite. It's a commentary on colonialism, "we brought you civilization, our conquest was good actually" is a very common lie.

Catra holding Adora's hand, Glitra kiss, Best Friend Squad hug, Catra's smirk when Adora says she's right. You love to see it.

I love how Noelle made a self-insert character and also decided she should be evil. "So the only person I'm fighting here is... My own wife" is a mega ouch.

I love Wrong Hordak so much, he not only shows how the Horde Clones are just regular people without the influence of Prime but he is also ridiculously cute.

Did I mention how much I love the new She-Ra look? I liked the old one but damn this blows it out of the park.

I will admit the Heart having a failsafe a d Mara having a rebellion of her own is a bit out of nowhere, but it was a nice reveal of the origin of Grayskull.

I'm a huge sucker for friendship saving the day messages I admit. Not the rainbow lazer kind, but that love and kindness reaching through Prime's control is beautiful. Plus it's wonderful for Catra to see what real friendship is like.

This is a great little moment with Castaspella and Glimmer, this is the first time they've seen Micah since his death.

I love Shadow Weaver so much, she sees Adora and immediately shifts into child manipulation mode. This is the first time I'm actually getting pissed at her though, obviously because she's starting to drive her chisel between Catradora but also because she's reversing all the development Adora has had up until this point.

Hordak: "Go, then maybe these memories and imperfections will leave me " Entrapta: "Remember, your imperfections are beautiful!" The fuck I'm crying in the club again.

I love this Catradora moment, "what do you want Adora" "I have to do this". Obviously their relationship isn't going to be easy after all these years, and both these girl's flaws and insecurities are flaring up again and driving each other apart.

Adora tells off Shadow Weaver for good, she ruins people. This is a huge moment for this character, SW has convinced herself she is the good guy and that she is making the necessary actions to save the world, but this is the one moment she really looks back at herself.

"Adora chose Shadow Weaver, not me. Adora doesn't want me, not like I want her" oof ouch my soul. That with Adora's memories, it's clear they can't just go back to the way it was anymore. They're love is too important to them now.

My headcanon is that Shadow Weaver is drunk here. She's slurring, she's drinking, her daughter is going to sacrifice herself. Maybe her decision to die was one she made totally wasted lol.

Catra promised Adora she'd look out for her, and the soft version of the promise song in the background. Ow ow ow ow my heart.

Glimbow canon!

Mara is here, telling Adora the same thing Razz told her in the 3rd episode of the entire show. Stop looking for what other people tell you to do, you have a choice.

Spinnetossa, Seamista, Entrapdak. It's cliche, but love conquers all is a message I'll never tire from.

I started tearing up with the Glimmer Micah fight, and full on sobbing when Angella appeared. Something that didn't really stop.

I was mixed on SW's sacrifice, but I think it works. Each of them were trying to take the selfish way out, to die for the ones they love. So it's fitting that SW is the one that does it.

Fuck yeah Hordak! What a monumentous but short lived moment.

CATRADORA!!! God, the confession, how Catra whispers it but how Adora hears it as a scream, how it wasn't Catra that made Adora weak but infact the exact opposite, how they're both so surprised and relieved that these feelings they've felt for years are real and strong and true and reciprocated. It's the best conclusion possible for them and it makes me cry so much.

This beautiful moment, where Adora saves Hordak, the ultimate repayal for him saving her all those years ago. He remembers her. Fuck I'm sobbing again.

Scorpia sees Catra again after leaving her, and of course she hugs her.

And it's over. The best show ever made. Netflix automatically resets your watch history and here I am looking at the button to play Season 1 Episode 1 again. This 1 and a half year journey feels like a millenia, it feels so long ago that Adora first picked up that sword. This is a show I will cherish forever, I can see myself binge watching in the retirement home already.

[taptroupe]

epic shadow tower finale broke alayna’s heart

“S... Sharline...!” 

i guess he’s running over to her BUT

“Don’t get any closer! Are you going to make me disappear again?!”

“...?”

“You’ve done it once before. You could very well do it again.”

“...No, I... I didn’t mean to...”

“Are you saying it was an accident? You ACCIDENTALLY tried to kill me?”

An arrow flies past Darius’ head, grazing his hair.

“What’re you dodging for? I don’t have all day, you know.”

Like spitting words of hate, Sharline readied her bow once more.

"...Right, back then you thought you could use that innocent cute kid act, getting away with anything you wanted?”

(NOTE this line was incredibly workshopped by me and my friend who speaks japanese. we went from thinking sharline is calling herself cute, to sharline sarcastically saying darius thought he was so cute. it’s a hard nuance. thank you saria.)

Darius couldn’t find the words to speak. Another arrow shot into his shoulder, and he clenched his teeth.

“Well? Do you want to send me away again?”

With an unchanged face, she prepared another arrow.

“S... Sharline... I never meant to do it... I was just so scared, and I...”

“Oh, you were scared to die? Me too.”

ARROW TO THE FLANK. PAINFUL BREATHS. SHARLINE WHAT ARE YOU DOING

“You, because YOU didn’t want to die, you thought I should go instead? Just handing me off to Death like that?”

“Sharline, forgive me...”

he staggered a bit and had to use a hand to on the ground to keep from falling. but the cold voice kept on going.

“How will you make up for it?”

“...I...”

here we go sharline banger tweet

I’d like to kill you. Just like that day.

So, can I? Can I kill you, Darius?

........

Darius raised his head and got up staggeredly. His chest tightened as his quiet eyes focused on Sharline.

“I owe my life to you, Sharline.

...You can do whatever you want.”

He took one last look at the hate in Sharline’s face and closed his eyes.

I'm okay with being killed. As long as it's by Sharline.

That’s all I ever did to her, anyways.

Heh, when I put it like that, it makes me feel oddly better...

Something hot’s running down my face.

...Tears?

I haven’t cried once since the day Sharline disappeared from the village.

It’s okay.

This is okay.

These were Darius’ last thoughts.

But someone’s voice reverberated.

—”That girl” in front of you, is that really “the girl” YOU know? Would she ever say those kinda things?

Hey, Darius.

In that old fairy tale I told you, the Crest was a gift from God to protect her children, right? It was like, a good luck charm.

But I don’t believe in such a story.

You know, Darius, if that Crest ever gives you trouble, I’ll be there to save you.

...

Hey now, don’t make such a face!

No matter what anyone else thinks, you’re the one who’s suffered the most from the Crest. No matter what misfortune happens, it’s never your fault. People who blame it on your Crest aren’t all that good themselves, you know?

No matter what happens, I’ll always believe in you, Darius. So that’s why you don’t have to worry.

Believe in me.

A nostalgic voice.

A gentle voice.

Sharline’s voice.

But, your eyes were so full of anger, and what I did to you... I thought you’d hate me.

—Please, believe in my heart, the heart that believes in you.

—Now open your eyes, and face the truth! Hurry!

https://youtu.be/PKRUKalbx3s

what? it’s fitting isn’t it? www. gains owes royalties to fromsoft bro. i almost choked up here reading this part, it really got my heart bad but i could feel the tension melt away hearing sharline’s voice in my head, with her story and her kind words saving me. it was an excellent part.

reposting emotional grip that i literally had during this part

BUT WAIT THEN WHO IS THIS SHADOW SHARLINE?!

When Darius opened his eyes, Sharline was still there arrow at the ready. But, just beyond her figure was a strange shadow.

Darius hastily ran from the hill. An arrow followed soon after him. (also he pulls out the arrow from his flank idk where that is. midriff maybe)

“Why are you running away?!”

darius pulls out the arrow from his shoulder OUCH man that hurts. he continues to get away from the FALSE sharline. yea she’s probably like a palmira doll but she can sure shoot well she just shot four more arrows. but it’s fine!

sharline disappears and so does the scenery. now we hear morpheus laughing like a old man!

blah blah blah “the cycle will be the key to opening this world again! kk see ya laters at the real tower”

darius hops over shit and sees a bright light. again he hears that voice once more

—Everything that is good in life will always be preceded by hardships.

oh the bright light is more like a cool glowing tree with endless branches that reach the heavens. the fruit is golden like the eyes of a dragon. but anyways CHECK OUT THE COOL SWORD AT THE TRUNK

Golden handle and sparkling crimson and emerald stones. A milky white sword with a gentle blue glow.

YEAH BITCH

MOONLIGHT FUCKING SWORD BABY

it wasn’t too hard to lift. and when he did whoa a grey fruit of light appeared and then whoa he saw a room in that fruit and then darius passed out. WOO BABY SHADOW FUCKING TOWER!!!!!!!!!

i’d like to thank saria, winterbro, and himeko for helping me figure out dialogue in this scene. this was a hard hitting chapter and also got delayed cuz of school but here you go SHARLINE I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[moonlightchildz]

i love you; jungkook

yes, boyfriend jungkook is my kink now. also, the vid that dropped of jk with euphoria in the back?? i fell in love

Love

What is love?

Is it something you’re supposed to feel after being with someone after a certain period of time? Or something you just know is there living inside your heart waiting to be found at the right time for the right person? Who knows? Love for you didn’t have a time stamp, or a warning as a matter of fact. It came stumbling upon you, taking you by surprise and catching you whole.

Love was irrevocably beautiful in your eyes. Yes, to you love was a pair of two dark brown eyes that shined ever so brightly with so much passion and enthusiasm over the simplest of things, or perhaps it was a bunny smile that could send your heart into overdrive? Or maybe it was a pair of lips that could bring heaven and hell all at once in just one kiss.

Or was it just him?

Jeon Jungkook.

Yes, indeed it was.

You hummed happily to the tune your boyfriend was currently playing. It was late at night and you both had happened to sneak out and go for a drive to the park as usual. It was a cloudless night. The stars shined so brightly it could challenge the moon itself and the breeze was just right.

Your legs were propped up against the dashboard, head tilted towards the opened window. It was summer, which signified everything your heart ever desired. Late night drives, make out sessions in the back of his car, late night swims, soft whispers against each other’s lips, laughing and talking until the moon had bid its goodbye and welcomed the sun, and a pair of arms that had become your safe haven, your loving summer.

At the end of every day, his arms would welcome you into a deep slumber. Of course he always had to go in through your window or else your parents would murder the both of you if they ever found out there was a boy in your room. In the end, your legs would tangle with his and you both would be so wrapped up around each other. Your arm lazily strewn across his torso as your head rested right above his beating heart while he wrapped his strong arms around your body.

He was the embodiment of summer. Kisses in the sun, laughter found by jumping on his trampoline, ice cream dates in his old, kiddy tree house, long walks by the beach, hand holding on a sunny, hot day, and warmth found in his arms.

“What’s on that mind of yours?”

You turned towards him, a soft smile laced on your lips already. His voice was so soothing, angelic even. God, he was literally so damn perfect in your eyes, even with all of his flaws and imperfections, to you he was something out of this world.

You, you big idiot. I’m thinking of how I’m so fucked.

“Just thinking,” you said and he raised an eyebrow at your cryptic answer.

He shrugged. “Well that’s a first for you.”

Your mouth opened in full offense because what an absolute asshat. You punched him on the shoulder without remorse and he began to laugh since of course it wouldn’t even hurt him. He was just made out of muscle after all. Jeon Jungkook, you truly are something else.

And all mine. You thought.

“What if I just kissed you right now?” You curiously asked him, beginning to lean towards him. Your hand slowly began to wonder up his thigh, a teasing smile already appearing on your face. He side eyed you as you said this and it brought a giggle out of your lips. He was so cute and got so easily flustered over the smallest of things.

“Well can I at least stop the car so I can do this—“

“Nope.” He tried turning just in time to kiss you, but you cupped his chin and forced him to keep looking at the road instead of you. You peered over the compartment and placed a shy kiss on the corner of his mouth, causing him to shake his head in amusement as you released him.

You leaned back against your seat, enjoying the soft wind that was blowing along as he drove you to the park where you usually went to eat at ungodly hours of the night. Tonight was Friday, which meant chicken udon and mango smoothies were on the menu. It was two in the morning and you both had arrived safely at the park. As you began to put your feet down, Jungkook was quick to unbuckle his belt and yours within seconds of turning off the engine.

“What are you doi—“ his hand was already tangling itself in your hair, pulling his lips on yours before you could even finish your sentence. And as usual, your mind was wiped clean of your intentions and you responded back immediately. Your hands were already wrapping around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you than he already was.

Kisses with Jungkook could vary. It could be soft, shy pecks, or long, sweet kisses that made your heart heavy. Sometimes it could be those hot, steamy, and tongue tied ones that could manage to levitate your soul from the ground into outer space. That man had absolute control over your heart and truth be told you didn’t mind at all because in the end you were utterly, and undeniably in love with him.

God, you were utterly and irrevocably in love with Jeon Jungkook. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“C’mere,” he breathed against your mouth. His hands grabbed a hold of your thighs and even though his stupid car was so damn cramped whenever you two made out, you both didn’t care. You struggled in straddling him on the driver’s seat so much that you managed to bump heads and knee him so many times.

A serious of one worded apologies came blurting out of your mouth and his as you both struggled to get each other settled comfortably.

“Ouch!”—and—“I’m sorry!”—and then—“Ow, you just hit me again!”

You both laughed.

“Here, let me just...” he situated himself back and proceeded to move the seat all the way back to provide more space.

“You could have done that in the first place to prevent all of this you twat,” you began to argue with him and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re the twat for not telling me either.” He bit back and you huffed in annoyance since the both of you could go on for hours just arguing over the dumbest of things.

“Well, you’re the twat for not thinking of it.” You continued andJungkook just slapped his hand across your mouth, silencing you.

“Can you just shut up and kiss me instead?” He pouted once he saw the murder in your eyes. He quickly removed his hand once he felt your tongue poke at across his palm and you chuckled as he scrunched up his nose.

“That’s what you get—” he cut you off once he rubbed his palm across your cheek. “You little motherfu—” you began and he quickly grabbed a hold of your swinging hand.

“All I want is a kiss, please?”

“Only because I lo—your cute,” you laughed nervously at your own slip up. Jungkook didn’t even have a chance to say anything in return since your mouth was on his in seconds, distracting him.

As you pulled back, you couldn’t help yourself, you proceeded to trace his loving face. Your fingertips skimmed his lips and you didn’t notice the way he was staring at you so lovingly either. You were too focused on the words that were at the tip of your tongue. No one had ever made you feel that way.

“Can I confess something?” he whispered out, not containing himself as his hands found your hips. He pulled you flushed against his body, foreheads touching now as his lips brushed your own so softly.

“Enlighten me,” You softly began, giggling once he nuzzled his nose against yours. He was being oddly affectionate these past few days and you weren’t complaining since who wouldn’t want their man to spoil them with affection?

His hand raised from your hip and slowly made its way up your arm, caressing your body along the way. He suddenly became serious, but you were too busy admiring his hands to notice the way he was looking at you. He was looking at you as if he were in absolute awe with you.

“Look at me.” It was more of a gentle plea, but even then you glanced up at him in curiosity. His lips were a cherry stained red from the lollipop he was happily sucking on earlier—ps, it was your lollipop but he ended up taking it away from your mouth without even asking you for permission.

“I love you,” he softly confessed to you and those three words had managed to make you blink rapidly. It hadn’t processed yet in your mind because the man who you were so head over heels for had just confessed he loved you in his car at two in the morning.

“What?” You immediately blurted out, your heart beating faster than ever before. Was he being serious?

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated it again, only this time he seemed more sure of himself, more sure of the love that was currently cursing throughout his body for you. His hand tenderly cupped your cheek and you instinctively leaned towards his palm. He was always warm and smelled like petals, and soft laundry detergent. He reminded you of home. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, eyes never leaving yours as you smiled at him so damn widely.

To say you were ecstatic would be an understatement, you were over the moon.

“Can I confess something too?” You shyly asked him and he leaned against his seat, a smile already making its way on his lips.

He cupped his ear. “I’m all ears for you, baby.”

“I love you,” you confessed back, eyes getting slightly moist. He had a goofy grin going on as soon as those three words left your mouth and your hands shook as you cupped his handsome face with your palms.

“I love you,” you repeated again, more louder this time, inching closer to him. There was a need inside you to kiss him, to hold him, and to just be wrapped up in his arms because he was everything you ever wanted.

“I am so in love with you.” He softly whispered back, eyes shinning now. His hand was already finding its way underneath your shirt—well, technically, his shirt since you tended to steal them at every chance you got. “Can I show you just how much I love you?”

“I mean you can, but in the back cause I’m gonna have back problems by the time we’re done.” You said with all seriousness.

“Way to ruin the moment you doof.”

His lips found your warm skin, adorning it with hues of purples and blues. His greedy hands were already taking off your shirt, admiring your figure as his mouth worked wonders on your skin. Every time you and Jungkook were intimate, every time it felt different. But now, there were these underlying emotions that had blossomed and the both of you were eager to show just how much you deeply loved each other.

He stopped himself momentarily. His hands were placed on each side, framing your head with his strong arms as he leaned down to kiss you once again, only this time it was slower, burning, and warm.

“I love you,” he softly confessed against your mouth, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“And I love you,” you quickly said back, arms tightening around him as his fingers dug on to your skin.

————

Truth be told Jungkook had demonstrated how much he loved you that night. The windows had fogged up, clothes were messily strewn inside his car, whispers were told in that night, and the ‘I love you’ phrases were repeated throughout the night as he made your legs quiver with delight. His hand intertwined with yours as moans escaped your lips, but he was there to capture every sound with his own.

“I love you.” He murmured it out against your temple. You were wearing nothing but his t-shirt and as he tenderly removed a few wet strands of your hair so he could see your face, you leaned closer to him to say it back, murmuring it out softly to him,

“And I love you.”

[serrj215]

Raven, Beast boy, and Raven?

She rushed down the street, her dark blue cloak catching the wind behind her. The air was wet and cool for October in jump city it stung her face. Puddles splashed under her boots as she sprinted thought the night. She couldn’t be late, all the planning all the time she spent on this. Her friends would be waiting for her. She rounded the corner on 37th ave she was in the home stretch, just two more blocks. Then her boots lost traction on the wet pavement. Her legs were no longer under her. She fell hard, her momentum skidding her along the road a few feet. A rapid flash of pain ran up her left leg.

Tears were bit back as she sat up to assess the damage. Her knee was skinned and her ankle throbbed, a drop of blood hit the ground from a small cut on her face. But worse of all her cloak was ripped. That’s when she started to cry, sitting in the curb hiding her face in her crossed arms.    

"You okay?"

She took a breath looked up and a green hand was outstretched to her. The hand was attached to a very familiar looking young man.  He had pointed ears and a fang on one side of his kind but concerned smile.  He was on one knee to look her in the eye, and asked.  "That was a big tumble, can you get up?"

"Are you real, I mean really real?"  her voice squeaked

Beast Boy stood and stepped back a few feet and opened his arms in presentation. A moment later a green polar bear stood on its hind legs in front of her. Before she could react the to the bear it was replaced with a tiny screech owl, then a Yorkshire terrier all of them the same shade of emerald. Then Beast Boy reappeared with arms stretched out like she just stuck the landing at the Olympics.

"Ta da!" he shouted "Let's see someone in a Halloween costume do that!"

"YOU'RE BEAST BOY!"

"Last time I checked. " He said trying to hold back a laugh. The young girls excitement was infectious. She couldn't be more then 9 years old, she had dark hair and a cherub like face.

The young girls mouth exploded with questions and glee. She was talking so fast that she had forgotten about the fall she just took until she tried to stand up.  

"Ow!" she exclaimed she would have been on the ground again if Beast Boy hadn't caught her.

"What's your name?" he asked as he guided her back to her seat on the curb.  "Or do you just want me to call you Raven."

"Alex"

"Alex, is a nice name, I am just going to check your leg okay"

She nodded glumly being reminded that she was hurt.

She had a rough scrape across her left knee and some scratches on her face, ruining the pale makeup she was warring. Her shakrka, a red sequin that was scotch tapped to her forehead had come off hanging from the tape.  Alex was wearing dark blue rain boots and her cloak that was made from an old dark blue bath towel witch now had a long tear in it. Her Raven costume was obviously homemade but with care, most likely by someone that had more love than money.  

"I like your costume"

'I would have had purpble hair, but mom said it would make a mess of the bathro-  OUCH!" Alex jumped in pain as Beast Boy pulled off her boot to check her ankle witch had started to noticeably swell.

"Dude-et I am sorry, but I think your done trick or treating." He could tell that Alex was trying not to cry.  "Nothing is busted but your ankle is twisted and we need to take care of these scrapes before they get infected. "  

"But I need to get the party!" she said between sniffles.  "Matt is dressing up as Robin and Billy painted himself green and everything!"  

This was just yanking at Beast Boys heart.  He was tempted to bring her to the party himself, he was kind of curious about seeing the other 'Titans' at this party, maybe see if Billy was the right shade of green. But she was hurt and what was best for her was home.  

"Alex, I need to take you home so your parents can take care of you."  

Alex's face fell to the pavement.  "My mom is at work."

"And you dad?"  Beast boy asked.

Alex just shook her head no slowly.  Beast boy didn’t press anymore.  He needed a better option then the party hurt or an empty house. That's when Alex started sniffling again and he knew that tears were going to come any second.  

"I got and idea." he said pulling a yellow round device from his belt. "Just don't cry okay?" The com beeped as he opened a channel. "Hey are you still close?" he spoke into it.  

"Close enough, trouble?" came though the small speaker.

"I have a hurt civilian"

"Garfield, I am not a first aid kit. If it's not life threatening--"

"Mama trust me" Beast Boy turned the device to point the built in camera in Alex's direction. "She needs our help."

A few seconds passed

"Only you could stumble onto this." came from the com.  

"It's part of my charm. " He said quickly. "Sending my location, ah Mama?"

"What?"

Beast Boy took a few more steps away from the young girl, and whispered into com "Do you think you can make an entrance?"

"The things I do for you."

A sly smile came across his face. "Will be paid back by the things I will do too you later."  

"I will be right there" came with a sigh.

By the time Beast Boy had walked back to Alex a swirl a black energy had appeared on the ground in front of the young girl. Raven slowly rose from the black vortex to levitate a few inches off the ground. Alex did not scream or squeal like she did when she saw Beast Boy, she just stared her eyes as wide as saucers looking up at her hero.  

"Now what do we have here?"  Raven asked bending down as to examine her. Her face still obscured by her hood.  

Alex was in complete awe. She could barley squeak out her name when Raven asked.  

"I am just going to take a look at your leg, okay?" Raven gently wrapped one hand around the injured ankle and the other just about her scraped knee. "Azerath Metrion Zinthos, Azerath Metrion Zinthos, " she chanted softly and soon the skin of her knee closed and her ankle shrank down to normal size.  She helped the young girl back on her feet, letting Alex test the weight on her leg.  "It might be a little stiff and you should take it easy on it for a day but you will be fine"

"Does that mean I can go to the party?"  

"Uh I guess so." Raven looked over to Beast Boy for confirmation.  All she got was a smile that filled his whole face.  

Alex opened up with a new flood of questions as the two heroes did there best to reassemble her costume. Beast Boy helped put her boot back on while Raven cleaned the ruined makeup off her face and re-taped her 'shakra' to her forehead.

"Uh Rae you know any magic for this?"  Beast Boy asked holding up the shredded portion of Alex's cloak.  Magic would be the only thing that could fix the ruined fabric, even the most talented tailor would throw that on the rag pile.  

Raven shot a look to Beast Boy of mild annoyance. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Raven reached out and undid the safety pin that was holding the home made cloak together, and pulled the garment away.  Before Alex could protest Raven had pulled her own cloak off and It was around Alex's shoulders.  The extra fabric polled around her feet from the height difference.

"Hold still" Raven said as she took a step back.  "Azerath Metrion Zinthos!"  A bolt of black cut away the extra fabric leaving the cloak to hang just below Alex's ankles.

"Can I really keep this?"  The young girl asked.

"It's yours now,  I don’t think It will fit me anymore."  Raven was almost knocked off her heals with the joy Alex was feeling, also she tackle hugged her around the waist.    

"Oh we got to get a picture!" Beast Boy pulled out his com again.

"Beast Boy I don-"  Raven was frozen by two sets of puppy eyes.  "Okay one, and only one!"  She said as she knelled next to her small doppelganger.

Of course one picture turned into three.  Alex hugged them both thanking them again and again before forgetting about what Raven said about her ankle and bolting down the street.  Before they could tell the mini Raven to slow down she was already around the corner and out of sight.

"You are evil!" She said turning away from Beast Boy arms crossed.  "You knew that I couldn’t resist that!"  

"Who could?" He lifted his hands in mock surrender. "I just met a fun size version of the woman I love. Sides, Rob said that we need to do more for the community than putting bad guys in jail. That we can help people without something exploding."

"I don't think this is what he had in mind Gar." She ran her hands up and down her arms.  

Beast Boy closed the distance between them. "How can I make this up to you" he said as he hugged her from behind.  

Raven relaxed in Beast Boy's shared warmth. "Dinner, and you are taking me someplace nice."

"Of course" He agreed.

"I am picking the movie tonight."

"Anything you like" he said pressing a kiss into her neck.

Beast Boy took her hand and they started walking down the street. "Giving up that cloak, Alex is going to have some story to tell her friends."  

"Your buying me a new one."

"I can't wait for you to model if for me."

"Did you get her email address? To send her the pictures."

"I am sure she will find the pics on Facebook."  

"You are not posting those."  

"Um…" Beast Boy noticeably tensed.

"You already did didn’t you?"  

"Happy Halloween Raven"

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So this has been sitting in my drafts since October 2017.  Every time I start to update it I was going to have it ready for Halloween. The only problem is that I usual stumble across it in December or July.  So September is the closest I was going to get, so have an early or especially late Halloween treat.  

Also yes purpble hair was done intentionally to be cute. 

Also I changed the name of the young girl. Someone I knew was having a rough time so hopefully this brightens the day.  

[cutegirlmayra]

Could you please do a Boom prompt about after an intense battle Sonic is too exhausted (not necessarily injured) to go on adventures for at least a couple of weeks so the team finds a replacement leader (a Boom version of Gadget) that everyone welcomes with open arms but as time passes Sonic becomes worried and paranoid about this temporary substitute possibly becoming permanent?

I’ll do my best!

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! I have the right now to simply delete your ask if you send any while they are still on shutdown! I have a few more to go, patience is a virtue, my dear Cuties! (Followers)

Prompt:

“Ow! Yikes! That hurts! Ahh…” After a painful few turns of the nurse’s adjustments, Sonic relaxed on the couch and she nodded that her work was done.

“Well, he’ll be good as a springy ol’dandelion in no time.” The young, southern nurse wiped her hands with a few sliding claps and then turned to Sonic’s team. “Ohh, but the young man will need plenty of rest. Best to not do anything too dangerous or risky for a while, I’d reckon.” she began to pick up her black Doctor’s purse as Tails gripped his head in panic.

“Why don’t you just say ‘no fun allowed’ and kill us with boredom!”

“Tails, mind your manners.” Amy lightly scolded before turning to the Doc, “Thank you so much for your help. We’ll make sure he stays well-rested.” she bent her body a bit, rubbing her hands together as she escorted the Doc out the door.

“Oh, well, thank you. What a kind young woman you are-”

She then slammed the door and her eyes widened, “What are we gonna do without Sonic!?”

Sticks also leaped up onto the couch, looking down at Sonic with her boomerang behind her, “I told you not to go stepping on tinfoil laid over a mossy bank with a pine needle pointing south to southwest!”

“What does that even mean?” Sonic groaned, leaning his head up. “It’s over. We can’t disband the team, but that also means we can’t go adventuring till I heal from this mess…” he flopped his head back into the pillow of Amy’s couch, as the rest of the gang looked to one another, not sure how to break it to him.

“Weeeeellll….” Amy began, as Tails took over.

“It’s not like we have to have you in order to have fun…”

“Hey! No, no, no! This sound like a mutiny! Traitors! Every last one of ya!” Sonic, currently laying on his stomach, tried to turn around and shake his fist at them, but something in his back popped unexpectantly. “Yeouch..!” he froze in place before Sticks suddenly grabbed him and kicked him back into place with her foot, letting once again another howl escape from Sonic’s mouth.

“Hmm… I know! We’ll put an ad up!” Knuckles brought out a wrinkly newspaper and straightened it out with a quick whip of its long pages. “I might not know how to read, but thankfully, the job section has big pretty pictures to show you what they want from ya!”

He showed the gang, but Amy tilted her head, “Knuckles, these are for buying old or used items.”

“Oh, guess I’m color-blind.”

“What? It’s in black and white!” Tails gestured.

“Oh, guess I can read between the lines then.”

He folded the paper as the two just stared, but Amy sighed and continued, “Maybe Knuckles has a point.”

“He does!?” Tails turned incredulously over to Amy.

“No, no. Not like that. I mean about posting an ad. Just… a temporary replacement leader so we all have a sense of direction on how to have the most dangerous amount of fun as possible.” She jumped and held her hands in a fighting stance, leaping to her coffee table and then carefully dismounting with one foot fall at a time, she then held a cute stance.

“Huh, you may be on to something Knuckles.” Tails scratched his chin, as Sticks continued to perform a weird chiropractic catastrophy while they weren’t looking, forming Sonic’s limps and twisting his cartoonish body into a work of art��

“I’m game. As long as I can help my friends.” She suddenly nudged him and his whole body contorted back into his original structure.

“Ouch…” He muttered, muffled by the pillow.

It wasn’t long before a silent but resourceful ‘replacement hero’ joined the team. Named “Gadget” lovingly by the team for his kind and helpful spirit but amazing tools, they set out and had a ton of fun together. Not only doing dangerous feats and stunts but also taking on Eggman.

Sonic, watching the news, noticed everyone having fun and pulled himself off the couch, jealousy and worry about being replaced motivating him to do something about it.

Tails fell by Gadget’s side, “Offph!” but Gadget bent down and helped him up, giving him a thumbs up and fist bump. “Alright, you’re the best buddy to have onboard, Gadget!”

Sonic, still a bit hurt, suddenly made a face like his heart was spiked and growled, racing by the two. “He’s still my best friend!” He grabbed Tails and ran off to find the others.

Gadget, shrugging, ziplined over to Knuckles and took out a few robots on the way as he knocked into them. “Hey, that was awesome!” Knuckles cheered, also giving a fist bump to him and thumbs up. “You’re one cool dude, Gadget!”

“I’m still the coolest!” Sonic zoomed into Knuckles, now carrying him along for the ride as well as Knuckles let out a ‘Ye-Ohffph!’ as he was rammed into.

Gadget looked a bit confused but swung down on his line to Amy which had hooked right beside her. He took her hand and she threw her hammer to have the building collapse on the robots that were trapping her from below.

She looked up to him, her eyes shining as Gadget winked to her.

When he put her down, he went for a fist bump which she giggled at and gave shyly back. “My hero~”

“Still you’re only hero!” Sonic, right on cue, also raced into her as Gadget scratched his head before Sticks hopped down and gave him a hug from behind.

“Aww~ Does this mean you’re all mine?”

There was a moment where Gadget just looked to her, and the two half-expected Sonic to come out… but he didn’t.

“HEY!” Sticks, offended, looked around and let go of Gadget, “You tellin’ me I’m not worth being insecure over!?”

“I’m not insecure!” Sonic, like a bullet-train, finally caught up and zipped into the screen, also plucking her from her spot.

At this point, Gadget just rolled his eyes and smiled with kind eyes. He seemed to understand now.

Sonic, still looking a bit hurt, placed his friends down and heaved a bit, pushing up from his bent knees to talk to the gang.

“I can do it! I can save the day! Me! And the rest of you! Ha…Ha… My… Friends?” he was clearly not doing well, but the gang was touched by his sentiment.

“Of course we’re still friends, Sonic.” Tails got up and held him steady.

“Yeah, we would never forget about you.” Amy also held him up from the other side.

“But… But you were all having such a fun time with Gadget… I-I-I thought…” Looking to his two friends, he seemed stunned to hear them say that.

“Now, Sonic. Just because I buy a fancy new toaster doesn’t mean I want my toast any different.” Knuckles patted his head, but Sonic and the gang still looked a bit confused by the metaphor.

“In other words, the big bloke is saying that just because we have a new friend now, doesn’t mean we don’t want the friendships we’ve already got.” She smiled to Knuckles who looked down at her, a bit confused.

“No, I was talking about how I bought a new toaster from that newspaper ad, but all my toast comes out differently and with Sonic’s face on it.”

“Wait, my face is where?” Sonic was momentarily distracted but Eggman began herding all the citizens together, having a ray-gun that would brainwash them into being his mindless slaves.

Gadget came over to the gang, gesturing that the citizens needed help.

“What’s that Gadget? Little Timmy fell in the well?” Tails tried to understand but Gadget shook his head.

“Hmm… Oh, I got this.” Tails pulled out UT.

But because he wasn’t making sound, UT was useless.

“Hmm… I guess I do kinda miss your sassy jokes and puns, Sonic.” Tails turned back to Sonic who proudly took that comment as Gadget hunched forward, exhausted from the statement made.

The town was soon saved and the gang grew a bit jealous, all watching Sonic and Gadget becomes really good friends before they finally kicked him out and went back to being a team.

However, each of them did hang out with Gadget every now and then, but watch as the kettle calls the pot black!

End

Just noticed you said "not necessarily injured) lol my bad! But if Sonic pulled an all-nighter or has been running errands for everyone and wants a break, I still could use this structure lol the beginning would and could be altered tho!

[chimpukampu]

Bonheur

Happy Valentines day @galaxyofconstellations! I’m so happy when I got your name, and more when I read your prompts! You have no idea how I love Marichat and Adrinette, and I hope this oneshot met your expectations

Huge thanks to @tog84 for beta-ing this!

Summary: It was a night before her wedding when a certain cat dropped by not only to say hi but also to ask about her future. 

It’s been years since Marinette slept in her old bedroom.

She was surprised that her parents didn’t replace the pink wallpapers, or even dared to remove the old Jagged Stone poster that was plastered near her old study table. Her outdated desktop computer was still there covered in a thick, white cloth, as well as her sewing machine that had pricked her fingers multiple times.

It was worth the pain, she thought fondly as she rubbed her calloused fingers, bumping the silver band of her engagement ring with a nostalgic sigh.

Aside from her old items like her mannequins, self-made teenage clothes, and textbooks that were boxed and stacked neatly to the corner, she also found some baking equipment and matching ceramic wares from China, which prompted her that her room has been transformed as some sort of storage. Yet despite it, her room was comfy and dust-free.

Glancing around, she noticed the faded squares that marred the walls. It reminded her of the photographs and drawings she used to tack there when she was in collège, and even though she removed all of it as soon as she moved out for université, the discolorations caused by the lack of light exposures were barely muted.

She might be in the mood of reminiscing the past, but she didn’t have the energy to take out her old belongings and poke on them one by one. Her Maman might scold her if she cluttered up the floor, and besides, she has an early appointment with the Mayor in the morning, and a garden wedding in the afternoon, so she couldn’t pull out an all-nighter and be a living zombie afterward.

After all, tomorrow is her big day.

But sleep was rather difficult for the young designer. It might be from the nerves, or the fact that she was sleeping on her bed alone, she wasn’t sure anymore. She didn’t want to disturb Tikki, her adorable kwami who was sleeping soundly on her pillow, for a midnight stroll, and the herbal tea that she was coddling wasn’t effective enough to lure her to bed.

After giving her blanket a second look, Marinette decided to climb to her balcony for some air.

The summer wind immediately kissed her exposed skin as she opened her skylight, then smiled adoringly how her flowery plants and ornamentals thrived under her father’s care. She also spotted her foldable chair under the still-functioning fairy lights, and her wooden centerpiece table minus the teapot set she often uses after a tiresome patrol.

It was a new moon, and the stars twinkling behind the cloudy Parisian sky were blending well with the bustling city lights from afar. She could barely see the bricked walls and the flying buttresses of Notre Dame from her spot, same with the ever-serene Seine and the empty alleyways near Rue Gotlib.

Such peaceful scenery wasn’t new to her, but the sight gave her a jab of memories that made her wonder the things she must’ve done in her past life to end up so lucky.

“Bonsoir, ma Purr-incesse.”

Marinette almost spilled her hot drink and hurled the cup towards the intruder’s face when a pair of strong hands caught her on time. Her bluebell eyes immediately trailed off from the curves of a familiar dark catsuit to the emerald hues of a blond man that were twinkling with mischief and euphoria.

“C - Chat!” she sputtered with a blush. “Y-You scared me, you idiot!”

“A-paw-logies fur that,” the superhero responded unabashed “But this cat was simply curious why a pretty lady like you was so lonesome tonight.”

She rolled her eyes indignantly “Still flirty as ever.”

“Just fur mew.”

“I’m taken, you know?” she raised her left hand to show him the ring “You can’t flirt with a promised woman anymore, Chaton.”

“Woe is me!” the superhero gasped, clutching his heart theatrically while balancing himself to the rails “And to think that you confessed your undying love to me!”

She couldn’t help but snort at that “You rejected me, remember?”

“But still!”

“Dream on, mon Minou,” she chuckled much to his chagrin. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

“Says the person who hasn’t been here for years.”

“What can I say,” the dark-haired woman shrugged, leaning her back to the balcony rails “I’m an independent girl who wants to live her life to the fullest.”

“Oh really,” he drawled with a narrowed look. “Then pray do tell why an independent girl like you is back to her parent’s house?”

“Because,” she scowled, mustering all of her strength not to push the blond and let him plummet to the ground. “We want to stick to the tradition that the groom must not see the bride a day before their wedding.”

“By kicking you out of your house?”

“Okay, first of all, this is also my house. My home,” she emphasized without giving him the pleasure of seeing her irritated face. “And my future husband has to stay there and maybe, I dunno, enjoying his bachelor’s party - which I believe, his best man is now plotting his murder - or having a beauty sleep?”

“Hmm. Your future husband sounds like a handful.”

“You have no idea.”

“So tell me, Purr-incess,” he asked with his back touching hers. “What made you decide to accept his proposal and spend the rest of your life with him?”

“That’s a very tough question, Chaton,” she admitted. “Aside from being a handful, he has a very bad sense of humor.”

“Ouch.”

“He puns a lot too, and there’s this pick-up line he always uses to piss me off. Oh, and he didn’t know some adulting stuff like cooking and doing the laundry. I even had to teach him how to use the microwave!” she chuckled as she narrated the disasters that happened in her relationship. “He has a horrible sweet tooth and cries like a baby at stupid rom-com movies. He’s a neat freak. He spends too much time in the shower, and he hoards the blankets during winter. He’s literally a child in an adult body.”

“Yet despite his imperfections,” she went on, tilting her head towards the sky with a smile. “He makes me happy.”

“I’m sure you make him happy too,” the feline hero muttered, and even though Marinette couldn’t see his expression, she could sense the endearment on his tone.

The two remained in companionable silence as they looked at the night sky until Marinette yawned.

“Your bed is calling you now, Purr-incess,” Chat Noir chuckled, nudging her shoulders gently as he walked her to the trap door. “Why don’t you get your beauty sleep so you can sweep your Prince off his feet tomorrow?”

“You’re leaving now?”

“Oh my, is that an invitation, Marinette?” he wiggled his brows suggestively much to her annoyance. “As much as the offer is tempting - “

“Chat!”

“But I can’t risk my status and tarnish my name by such scandalous act. Don’t get me wrong - you’re an amazing girl, and I’m an awesome man. I mean, you know, I would marry myself if I could.”

The designer flashed him a deadpan look “We’re not talking about that shit.”

He pouted “You’re no fun, Purr-incess.”

After downing her almost cold tea, Marinette slipped inside the room as Chat Noir took the cup and opened the trap door for her.

“Make sure to check your bedding for a pea.” the feline hero reminded her cheekily.

“Yeah, yeah…” she grumbled, then patted her bed sheets with a scowl when the superhero shot her a look. “Happy now?”

“Very.” he flashed her a toothy grin, and with a saucy wink, he lowered the door. “Bonne Nuit, ma minette.”

Before he could shut it closed, she called out to him “Chaton?”

He poked his head inside “What is it, Purr-incess?”

“Thank you,” she smiled earnestly. “Thank you for being there with me all the time. For the hardships and trials. For joy and devotion.”

His green eyes were unreadable as she continued “Thank you for the patience and understanding, and I know that sometimes - no, most of the time - my stubbornness drives you crazy, but you still remained by my side. Through thick or thin, I must say, even though I don’t deserve it at all.”

“You are worth fighting for,” he assured her. “You deserve everything, you deserve the world.”

“You deserve everything, too.” she said as she yawned again. “I think that’s it for tonight. Bonne Nuit, Chat Noir.”

“Erm, Marinette?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re the best thing that ever happened in my life,” he confessed in a somber tone. “My first for everything - in love, in relationship...and now that we’ll be facing a new chapter in our life, I would like you to know that...that I am blessed that you chose me to be your partner.”

She bit her lips to control her emotions. “Sounds like your vows, you’re supposed to say those to your soon-to-be wife.”

“Well,” he rubbed his neck cutely with flustered cheeks. “I’m afraid I might stutter and blank out during the ceremony, and I don’t think flash cards are allowed at the altar, so I’d rather recite my wedding vows before I forget everything.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“You mean ‘your ridiculous’?”

Chat Noir barked out a laugh when he dodged a pillow thrown to his way. “Hey, that’s domestic violence!”

“I hate you, Adrien!”

“Love you too, My Lady!”

Their teasing banter went on until dawn, and by the time Sabine walked upstairs to wake her daughter up, she screamed bloody murder at the sight of the two love birds cuddling in each other’s arms, and soon the two would realize how late they were for their civil wedding, and how absurd they would look on their photos as they sported a matching eyebags and dopey smiles.

[irwintry]

Caramel Macchiato

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mention of drugs

Author’s Note: i’m.... back.... startin’ fresh lol (i was rly hoping there would be more new gif options but oh well)

Word Count: 3.4k

Luke liked the stickers on your laptop. So, after five times of noticing you at the café, he told you.

“I like the stickers on your laptop,” he mumbled, leaning over towards you as he pretended to almost pass you completely. The ceramic coffee mug was burning his hand, but he refused to show any pain in order to remain cool around you.

You grinned. “Thanks.”

He nodded with a smile, and that was it. 

He spent the rest of the afternoon jotting down your quirks: the way you tangled your hands into your hair to keep the strands away from your eyes, the gentle smirk that appeared every time you read something online or in your book that you made you laugh, and lastly, the twitch of your fingers along the dog-eared pages of a novel he knew all too well.

Luke assumed you were a college student, an English major to be exact, and he also figured you liked your eggs scrambled as opposed to sunny-side up. You probably preferred floral-themed scents over pine scents, and you definitely doodled cute animals on your class notes. Truth be told, he didn’t know a thing about you, yet somehow you were so easy to read.

It made him want to create a character solely based around the idea of you.

He had noticed you a few dozen times, though the two of you shared little to no interactions aside from his actions today. His heart raced for a solid four minutes after that. It made him wonder what a full-on conversation with you would feel like. Pure bliss or possibly similar to that time he had a really bad acid trip (he vowed to never try it again).

There were times he caught you at the pharmacy down the road or at the ice cream place by his apartment complex. A part of him wanted to assume you were lactose intolerant but that you loved mint chocolate chip too darn much to give it up. Yet, not once did he say a word.

Luke had plenty of reasons to believe you weren’t significant to his life. For all he knew, you could be a misconnection that decided to not leave him alone. But he refused to forget you, so he kept making his presence as obvious as possible without speaking up. He got used to sharing soft smiles with you, and sometimes, there were subtle head nods– the greeting kind of nod. At least he could identify the fact that you acknowledged him.

You acknowledged him when the customers in line at the café were being obnoxious. With wide eyes and a hand clasped over your mouth to keep you from laughing too hard, your gaze darted to him. He’d laugh too, not because he felt like he had to, but because he was too damn happy to be noticed by you. You also acknowledged him sometimes with a quick wave, though those were saved for the times you two passed each other on the street. You acknowledged him. You saw him.

So, why was it so hard for him to take things a step further?

Well, frankly, Luke had issues talking to a lot of people. He hid behind his glasses and three published novels (which could be hard sometimes when the occasional person recognized him from some online article circa 2016. And, there were times his old professors tried to catch up for coffee on particularly bad-brain afternoons. So, you could say Luke had a hard time staying incognito at all times). He was painfully shy, and he saved his words for pen and paper–– they meant more that way.

You were always in the café before Luke, your books piled high beside you as you scrolled aimlessly on that sad laptop of yours. There was always a crease between your brows, but the next day, Luke couldn’t find that crease. In fact, he couldn’t find you. Maybe you were sick. Maybe you died. Maybe you–

You padded in behind him, wheezing and panting as though it was summer again. Your canvas tote had slipped off of your shoulder after you wedged your way in between the closing door, and your hair... wow, Luke still thought you were fucking cute.

“Run a marathon?” he asked without realizing the words slipped out from between his wide smile.

You would have glared at him if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was him talking to you. Anyone else’s amused expression would have pissed you off. “N-no,” you gasped out, clearly struggling to compose yourself in front of the tall man.

His smile had no issue growing larger as he watched you. He stepped forward in line.

“’s stupid,” you laughed and straightened your spine. “I nearly drowned my body weight in NyQuil last night, so I slept through my alarm which meant that I was gonna be late to beat you here. And, I just couldn’t let that happen.”

Luke almost gasped. “What?”

“Told you,” you mumbled, “stupid.”

He stepped up to the register, greeting the barista he still hadn’t learned the name of despite his consistent coffee schedule. “Small Americano please,” he said, glancing at them and then at you. “What d’ya want?”

You crooked an eyebrow. “What?”

“What do you want?”

“You’re not...”

Luke gave you a soft smile, and you returned it.

“Um...” You leaned forward. “Small Caramel Macchiato for me, please.” You leaned back. “You suck. Thank you.”

He nodded. “Course.” Luke decided that after this, he would definitely start talking to you more.

-

He had seen you a total of three times since the “big” interaction, and not one of those times could he work up enough courage to do what he had done that day at the café. He was neck deep in late publication deadlines, and he had already told two of his old professors that he would come into their classes for a short guest lecture (he couldn’t figure out why he had agreed to that, but it was on a whim, and he felt bad about backing out). Luke didn’t like that people idolized him–– he could hardly figure out how to work a can opener.

Today, your arms were full of Tostitos corn chip bags, and your cheeks were red and puffy. Luke pretended not to notice you at first, so he darted into the next aisle of the CVS to search for his granola. Unfortunately for him, you also needed granola.

“Oh, thank fuck you like Bear Naked, too,” you said as you approached him on his left. “Don’t know what I’d do if you chose KIND. Probably die I guess.”

Luke chuckled at you, but your appearance kept distracting him. You had been crying, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why. He glanced at the chips that were cradled in your arms.

You noticed his gaze and let out a quick sigh. “My boyfriend and I go through these chips like they’re frickin’ crack, I swear. I-it was my turn to buy them.”

All Luke could do was nod. His heart had plummeted when you mentioned your boyfriend, and it only fell more when your voice faltered. Luke didn’t want to assume anything, but he wondered if that was the reason you had been crying in the first place.

“Um,” you muttered, backing up a bit. “Good t’see you. I’ll catch you later?”

“You gonna be all right?” Luke asked. Again, his own voice shocked him. He began fiddling with the zipper on his granola package.

Your frown deepened. “Yeah, I’m– uh, I’m fine. Thanks.”

He nodded once more. It was when you started to walk away from him that he said, “lemme know if ya need a coffee pick-me-up.”

“Nuh uh,” you replied smugly. “I owe you. ‘If the sun were to die and all life on earth suddenly ceased,–‘ “

“’–the light in your eyes would never gray until the day I repay the favors you gifted me,” he interrupted, and for a good reason at that. You had quoted his book.

Your entire face lit up. This also caused you to nearly drop the three bags of Tostitos corn chips. “You know Luke Hemmings!?” you exclaimed as you rushed back over to the blond.

Luke bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing too loud. It would be easy to reveal himself right then and there, but where was the fun in that? “A lil bit. Not really though.” He shrugged and stuffed his free hand in his tight jean pocket.

The shock on your face had yet to leave, and this excited him. You weren’t even starstruck– you didn’t know who you were talking to! You were just happy, and that made him happy. “But you know of him. Oh my, God. Like, no one knows of him.”

Ouch.

“You literally have no idea how much this means to me,” you continued. “My professors are like, his biggest fans. They constantly talk about him and his achievements, and I would give anything to be more like him.”

“What?” Luke said, and a little too high-pitched at that. “Are you a writer, too?”

You shook your head, then you nodded, and then you shrugged. “I try to be. I’ll never be as good as him, but– “

“But you shouldn’t strive to be like someone else,” he responded. He was honestly just amazed that you were here unknowingly complimenting him. “What makes your writing unique is that it’s written by you.”

You smiled. The pink-tint of your cheeks had faded a bit since he first saw you. “Spoken like Luke Hemmings himself. Did you know him or something?”

Luke really wanted to say something, but a part of him chose to hold the information back. He didn’t want that to be the reason you continued talking to him. “I had a class with him once.”

“WHAT?”

He shuffled backward, his hand landing over his heart as he registered the volume that you had somehow managed to get to. He wasn’t positive a small human like you could reach that decibel level.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumbled shyly, “but, are you fucking kidding me?”

He shook his head.

“Can you tell him that I want to frickin’ marry him?”

Luke nearly choked on his saliva. “S-sure,” he chuckled out breathlessly. He could say something right there. Would you believe him?

“I– “ The phone in your pocket began to ring. “Shit, gotta go.” You started to walk away, except you weren’t turning around. You pointed a finger at him as you said, “I owe you. Coffee’s on me tomorrow. Kay? Buh-bye!”

Luke let out a long, deep breath. His insides were churning, almost as if he was sick with the stomach flu. Could anyone really be this happy? Yes, they truly could.

-

He expected to see you the next day, but he didn’t. A week and two days passed before you rushed into the café behind him once again. Everything was typical, everything was normal... except it wasn’t. Your smile wasn’t as bright, though you did offer to pay for his coffee. And when the barista said Luke’s name, you weren’t even fazed. Your mind was too distracted to notice the person standing in front of you was the very person you gushed over a week ago.

You sat at his table without even asking. Before he could say a word, you pressed your face onto your giant textbook and wailed quietly. Your palms were flat against the table as slow breaths escaped your distressed body.

He didn’t quite know what to do or say, but it seemed like you realized that. A second later, your head shot up, and you dried the tears that had managed to spill while you were rested against the large Econ book.

“’m gonna be eating Tostitos alone now,” you whimpered.

Somehow, Luke understood that.

You groaned, slamming your head back onto the rented textbook before resting your chin on it to look up at him. “I saw it coming! I saw it coming but I’m fuckin’ sad.”

“You’re allowed to be sad.”

“I know, it’s just– “ you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “A whole damn year of my life. And I’m sad but I’m not...”

“Heartbroken?” Luke hadn’t been through a break up in a long time, so he didn’t really know what to think. He just knew that he wanted you to be happy with him.

You shrugged. “I guess.”

So, he shrugged, too. “Maybe you wanted it to happen.”

That was when you nodded and said, “I think I did.”

Two minutes later, you collected your things and left without a goodbye.

-

Luke went out for a bit of ice cream that night. His heart hurt a bit, especially after his interaction with you earlier in the day. It had been surreal for a while– the idea that you would never feel the same way about him, but now it was hitting him hard. He was all too focused in the movement of your hands and the joy in your voice when you spoke, and it never occurred to him that you could enjoy his company without feeling something. He felt pathetic.

So, he assumed a small cup of Moose Tracks would cheer him up.

And then, he noticed you in the corner, a hysterical mess over your empty milkshake cup. He really could not escape you. If he wanted to get over his feelings, he would have to never, ever leave his apartment... ever. But he couldn’t leave you like this, not in the drunken state you were in. He wanted to make sure you would get home safely.

So, he asked, “can I get you home safely?”

You had been staring at the TV behind him, reacting to everything the Star Trek characters said even though the volume was down and the closed captions were on. And, you were still crying, though none of the customers (or employees for that matter) cared. At least he cared.

You grinned through the waterfall of tears flowing down your cheeks. You looked a little bit like a raccoon, but a cute raccoon nevertheless. “Luke Hemmemememmings!” you exclaimed, taking his free hand in yours. “My savior! My milkshake is a-all gone!” You began to pout, but you had stopped crying.

He wasn’t going to ask you how you knew it was him despite being curious. That wasn’t his goal right now. “Come on, darlin’. I’ll get you another soon.”

You gasped as he stood you up. “Luke Hemmemmemmings called me darling!” You beamed up at him before unexpectedly cuddling into his chest. You raced out of the small shop a quick second later, him hot on your tail to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally run into traffic.

Luke didn’t like this side of you. He liked when you smelled of fresh flowers, not of alcohol.

“Lu, Lu!” you shouted through the quiet night. The town had already put up the holiday lights, and though he admired the way they reflected in your eyes, he didn’t like your dull, glazed over expression. “Chri-mas! ‘m gonna get you a big gift this year.”

“C’mon, darling,” he said, taking your arm while you chewed lazily on the straw of your empty milkshake cup. “Lead the way. Wanna make sure you get home okay.”

You leaned into him again, and he assumed it was for warmth, not because you maybe liked the close proximity. “Love of my fuckin’ life,” you whispered into his puffy jacket. “Can I try your glasses on?” You tripped slightly over the curb, but he caught you.

“Briefly,” he answered as he slipped them off with his right hand. “I use them to see.”

Your smile grew. “Really? Thought you used them to make you look more handsome,” you murmured singingly.

Luke’s brain chose to ignore that, but his heart didn’t. His chest physically hurt because of how fast his heart was beating. And his cheeks, though crazy chilly, were definitely beet red.

“How do I look?” you asked, your goofy smile somehow growing even bigger if that were possible. You hadn’t cried since you saw him walk in the ice cream shop.

He chuckled. You looked real damn cute, so he said, “real damn cute.”

That made you giggle.

Your apartment was just down the block from his, and you let him lead you up the stairs so he could say goodnight in the warmth. He didn’t expect you to invite him in, but he did have to use the bathroom, so he gladly accepted your invitation.

Everything had a place in your apartment. Your bathroom sink was neatly organized, and your towels were folded evenly in a basket by the shower. It even smelled like roses, and that drove him slightly wild. You were too perfect, but he was too head over heels, and you were too drunk tonight.

“Lu!” you shouted gleefully as he stepped out of the bathroom. You latched yourself onto him, arms around his shoulders so you could nuzzle your face into his neck. He took a moment to reciprocate the hug, letting his own arms meet around your waist as he pulled you closer. He tried to stop thinking about how well you fit against him. And then, you pulled away. For that split second, he craved your touch again, but you hadn’t read his mind in the right way. You pressed your cold lips onto his, and everything about the kiss was stiff and wrong. You were too intoxicated.

He pushed you away gently by the hips. The frown that etched its way onto his lips only pulled itself deeper down his cheeks. Luke wanted you, but not like this.

“I’m– “ you hiccupped and fell back against the hallway wall. “’m so sorry.”

All he could do was nod. “You gonna be okay?” He wasn’t going to be. You had kissed him, but he couldn’t make note of your intentions.

You nodded, too.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said as he made his way towards the door.

“My name’s Y/N.”

He hadn’t even been aware that he didn’t know your name. He smiled at you and opened your front door, “night, Y/N.”

-

“Caramel Macchiato,” he said, setting it down onto the table before you. “Just how you like it.��

Luke noticed you at your normal table, sat the way you always chose to sit: your knees pressed against your chest as you read a book he saw you reading three months prior. You looked good, almost too good for someone who had been in an almost complete mental breakdown a week beforehand. But maybe you were that good at pretending. Or, maybe you truly were okay.

You gasped, gazing up at him with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. He had seen your eyes plenty of times, and most often they were full of anguish and pain, but not today. Today, you appeared genuinely happy to see him. “Stop doing nice things for me,” you mumbled as a smile grew on your cheeks. “I only act like a complete and total idiot around you.”

He shrugged as he took his place in the seat across from you. “You’re fine, darlin’.”

You chuckled. “Darling. Hey, I’m sorry– a-about the other night. I was fucked, and you just– “

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you said before moving your books to the opposite end of the table. This gave you the opportunity to lean your elbows onto the wooden surface. “I kissed you, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t– I don’t act like that, but you just... are so pretty.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, and he nearly failed at remaining cool and composed as a stinging blush spread up his chest and onto his cheeks. “How– how’d you know who I was?” he questioned, peering out the window briefly. When he looked back at you, your features tightened into a confused expression, but they relaxed soon after.

“Oh, I– uh... I had my suspicions. I looked you up right away.” You shrugged. “I just knew I’d meet you. I’m still kinda embarrassed I said all of those things. You probably think I’m a big dork, huh?”

He shook his head. “No,” he laughed. “I would call you a big dork because of other things, but not because of that. I was actually flattered. It really made me feel good.” Aside from the fact that you admitted that no one knew him. He wouldn’t mention that.

“That makes me really happy,” you mumbled into your sweater-covered hands. The dark green brought out the many colors in your eyes. “And, I’m for sure attracted to you for more reasons other than the fact that you’re Luke Hemmings, but– “

“What?”

“What?”

Luke grinned. “You’re attracted to me?”

“What?” you repeated, and this time, he could tell you were blushing. “Me? No, no, no, never said that.” You hid further into your hands, but that didn’t help your case.

“’s’fine,” he replied. He was about to lose his damn mind. “I’m attracted to you, too, darling.”

Maybe you weren’t a misconnection after all.

just a few tags ! hope u don’t mind!

@lilhemmo @morningfears @jpgcal @cakestan @dankpunks @dammitbands @lukeskisses

[daydreaminggdolan]

“A Vacestomy!? Dad!Grayson

How Grayson reacts after y/n kills his dream of having a fourth a child

(Author’s Note: this is my first imagine for the twins, I hope y’all enjoy! Also feel free to send blurb requests in my inbox or stop by to chat lol)

“Phew, thank the Lord!!” You exclaimed with relief, after waiting for what felt like the longest ten minutes of your life, the pregnancy test that you just peed slowly presented a bold single line.

“Oh it came out negative?” Grayson questions from his spot on the edge of the tub. A trace of disappointment laced in his voice.

When he had received a text from you this morning saying that your period was late, Grayson’s heart swellled with joy. The thought of adding a fourth addition to the Dolan-Y/NL household sounded like a dream come true. As he watched his children grow older and a little bit more independent each day , he grew happy at the thought, but also a little sad that they one day wouldn’t need him anymore.

Just this morning when he went to cut his four year old daughter Taylor’s waffles, his heart broke alittle when she said “it’s okay daddy, I can do it myself” while proceeding to do so with her little plastic fork and knife.

So the thought of having another child didn’t sound too bad. So as soon as he recieved your text, he replied with a ton of heart eyed emojis and told you to wait until he got home from filming with Ethan before you took a test.

You on the other hand weren’t as thrilled.

You love Grayson and you love the thought of having his children, which is why you had three beautiful little ones with him. Taylor, 4 who loved drawing and all things pink, and who was 15 minutes older than her twin sister, Phoebe, who loved playing outside and with her Uncle E. And then baby Dylan who was just about to turn 2 and was currently going through a stage where he was biting, since he hadn’t fullly learned how to communicate with words yet.

You dreaded the thought of spending the next nine months pregnant all while taking care of three kids who were very adorable but also a bit of a handful at times.

“Yes!! Negative!” You reply, practically shouting with joy as you go to sit on his lap and plant a kiss on his cheek. You wince alittle as the sharp little hairs from his dark colored beard pricks your upper lip. “Ouch hun, you really need to shave this stubble. And is that grey hair?”

Grayson ignores your comment as he keeps his eyes fixated on the marble tile of your shared master bathroom. “You don’t want to have anymore babies?” He asks sadly.

“Babe, we already have three beautiful children and I’m sorry to break it to you but we’re getting kind of old, it’s going to be hard to keep with them soon,” you chuckle at your own joke as Grayson’s expression remains stoic.

“C’mon cheer up love, I didn’t know that that you were going to be this pouty about it. But I guess while we’re on the topic, I think we should discuss the idea of you getting a vacestomy in a few years”

“A what!?” His eyes finally meet yours as he subconsciously protects his balls.

“Ow!!” You hear from the other room followed by what sounded like the sound of Phobe crying hysterically.

As you go to stand up to see why your daughter’s crying, Grayson grabs your arm. “Babe-“ you protest

“Ethan’s here, I’m sure he can handle it. What do you mean a f-ing vacestomy!?”

“You know the surgery where they-“

“I know what it is, but why do you want me to get one!?” his voice goes down an octave before continuing, “you really don’t want to have more kids!?” The disappointment in his eyes makes you regret bringing up the topic in the first place.

Before you can answer, the sound of Dylan and Taylor crying joins the choir of screams.

The both of you get up from your spot on the bathroom and follow the sound of the caumotion to the children’s playroom.

The two of you are met with the sight of your three children all crying hysterically in unison, and their Uncle Ethan on the verge joining in. Phobe‘s face is red as a tomato with hot tears running down her face as she holds her arm, Taylor is on the floor kicking and crying as she throws a tantrum, and baby Dylan’s crying in the arms of his Uncle.

“What’s going on here!?” Grayson yells at his brother whose face is a shade paler than usual. Phobe runs up to him, and sobs against her fathers chest once she’s in his arms.

“First Dylan bit Phobe and started crying for a bandage and then when I left the room to get a bandage I saw Taylor push Dylan because she was trying to ‘defend her sister’, so when I went to go put her in time out and she started freaking out and-“

“E it’s fine,” you cut off Ethan’s nervous rambles, “they do this a lot… let Taylor have her tantrum I’ll take Dylan”

“I really don’t know how you guys handle three kids, forget condoms, your kids are the best form of birth control,” Ethan chuckles as he hands your crying son over to you.

You shoot a ‘see what I mean”’ glance at Grayson who just rolls his eyes in response.

You sigh, “cmon little man”. You say poking at your son's tummy. He was starting to calm down now that he was in his mamas arms, “lets try to go potty before din din”

-

The start of dinner was kind of tense. Grayson was making little to no eye contact with you, and the only time he spoke to you was when he asked if you wanted parm cheese on your spaghetti. On top of that, the girls were still angry at their brother and whispered amongst each other as they shot evil looks at him across the table. Dylan on the other hand was oblivious as he happily ate his food while giggling to himself.

Ethan’s eyes danced between you and Grayson as he tried to figure out what was going on. “So um- how’d your test go Y/N”

“Very well, I failed” you say with a smile.

“Oh that’s great!” Ethan exclaims. You don’t even have to look across the table to know that Grayson’s glaring at him. “What’d I say?” He question defensively when he notices.

“Nothing.” Grayson grumbles before turning to his twin daughters, his demeanor changing the instant he lays on them. “Hey girls, I have a question for you two, how would you feel if mama and I had another baby?”

“Another baby?” Phobe chirps.

“Like a brother or sister?” Taylor chimes in.

“Exactly like that!” Graysons grins.

“Only if it’s a sister, I don’t want a another stinky brother” Taylor pouts.

“Mama, do you have a baby in your tummy?” Phobe remarks cheerfully.

You shoot a look at Grayson who was soaking in the girls growing excitement. “No, daddy was just speaking hypothetically,” you respond, holding back the urge to react to your husband’s behavior.

“Hypo-huh? Mama what does that me?”

“I personally feel you guys have your hands full, three seems like more than enough” Ethan pipes in.

“Agreed!” You smile as the two of you high five. Grayson rolls his eyes yet again, his brother was really getting under his skin tonight.

“Shut up E! No one asked for your input,”

“Uh oh Mama, daddy said a bad word to Uncle Effan!” Taylor tattles.

“Uh oh daddy, you know what you have to do” you say as you and his twin grin at him mockingly.

“I’m sorry Ethan” Grayson grumbles as you and Ethan laugh amongst each other.

“Anyways girls, you know daddy and I can’t control if the baby’s a boy or girl, so there’s a chance you two might have another brother”

“No!” They groan in unison.

Grayson’s shots you a quick look before joining in on the conversation, “but.. if we do have a boy, Dylan’s going to have someone to play with, meaning that he won’t bother you two as much anymore.”

The small twins squeal and hug each other with joy. “Yes please have a baby with mama” Phobe exclaims.

“Yeah daddy, give mama another special hug so we can have another brother!” Taylor squals. Grayson grins at how excited the girls are, as if their excitement was going to make you change your mind. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, it kind of was.. .

“Special hug?” Ethan questions.

“You know.. the ‘special hug’ the one that mommies and daddies give each other when they have a baby” Taylor explains to her uncle. When the girls had asked you and him the famous ‘where do babies come from’ question the other week, that’s the best story that the two of you could come up with.

You and Grayson look at him, begging him to go along with it. He fake gags when he finally catches on. “Oh! Thanks for explaining that to me honey, you are so smart.”

“Mama, how did uncle effan not know that, you said all adults knew what that was.” Phobe’s little eyebrows knit together in confusion.

Grayson chuckles, “That’s because your uncle isn’t an adult, he’s a big child,” the girls burst out in giggles too, Ethan mocks them with fake excerated laughter.

“Daddy I have a question now,” Phobe starts once her and her sisters giggles settle, “what’s a vatommy?”

“A what?” Grayson asks, geninuely confused as to what his daughter was trying to pronounce.

“A vatommy, i heard you say it when you and mommy were talking in the bathroom,” Phobe explains. The eyes of all three adults in the room grow wide when you all realize that’s she’s trying to say vacestomy.

“This family dinner is getting wierd I’m going home,” Ethan says as he gets up to bring his plate to the sink. “Agreed, I’m going to go give Dylan his bath.” You say picking up your son before excusing yourself as well, leaving Grayson to answer the girls question.

-

Once the kids were bathed and tucked into bed, you and Grayson laid in bed without saying a word to one another. Grayson was reading the current novel that he was indulging in, while you were watching a rerun of your favorite tv show. While you both appeared to preoccupied, the both of you knew that your minds were still fixated on your unfinished conversation from earlier. The both of you were aware of it, but still unsure on how to finish the discussion.

“What you did at dinner wasn’t cool’, you say breaking the silence, ‘now you got the girls excited about something that might not happen.” You say.

“You have to admit, thier reactions were pretty cute.” a small cute grin grows on his face, turning his attention away from his book to make eye contact with you.

“That’s true, although everything those two do are adorable, they’re so darn cute.”

“Of course they are, we made them.” He kisses your cheek, as he pulls your body to him. You internally hum in peace as you take in his comforting scent and warmth, oh how you loved this man.

“I’m sorry for being so petty earlier, even though we did discuss having four or five in the past, I understand why your mind has changed, those two pregnancies and births definitely were not easy on you love. I guess a part of me just always hoped that you would change your mind.”

Tears brim the lids of your eyes at the thought. You in no way regretted having children but you agreed, having three kids really took a serious toll on your body.

“They’re just growing so fast, before you know it they’re not gonna need us anymore and it makes me sad cause I love being a dad,” he sighs, “and I don’t know, if I had known that Dylan was going to be our last one, I think I would’ve tried to savor the moments I spent with him while he was still a baby.”

“Aw Gray, they’re still babies we still have years worth of memories to cherish with them. But I do know what you mean it’s different when they’re younger.”

And you don’t know if it was what Grayson had said or the look of excitement on your daughters’ faces earlier (even it was for the wrong reason), for the first time your heart started to swell at the thought of possibly adding one last baby to you and Grayson’s little bunch. “How about I agree to be more open to discussing it when Dylan turns three,”

Grayson immediately perks up, “I love that idea babe.” He kisses your forehead lightly. “But you know.. in the mean time we could practice making another baby,” he smirks at his corny remark.

You roll your eyes and laugh, “sure, but only if you tell me how you explained to the girls what a vacestomy is.

Grayson’s famous chuckles fills the room, “well it wasn’t easy, I definitely had to get creative with this one.”

——————-

[madamebaggio]

Chapter 8

The next morning Jon was feeling… Normal. There wasn’t anything different about him at all. Maybe he was just a little bit less frowny. And a few maids were swearing to the old and new gods that they’d seen the king grinning, but nobody was sure about that.

Jon didn’t feel different at all. It was just another day at Winterfell.

Then, just as he was reaching the open grounds, he turned a corner and found Edmund, who had his arms crossed and that Pevensie arched brow.

Fuck.

“Good morning, lord Edmund.” He offered carefully.

The brow remained where it was. “You were flirting with my sister.”

“What? Of course I wasn’t!” The mere notion was preposterous.

“Yes, you were!” The young man accused. “What do you recommend to encourage affection?” Edmund repeated the words from the previous night.

“I was merely taking part on the conversation.” Jon defended himself.

“Listen, I’ve seen that look before…”

“What look?” Jon demanded.

“The star-struck one when men look at her.” Edmund offered flatly.

Jon had never heard anything more absurd on his whole life. Not even when Lord Reed came knocking on his door to let him know he was a Targaryen.

“Fire!” A feminine voice ordered somewhere on the training fields.

The two men traded looks and went in search of Susan -because it was obviously her voice.

She had her archers-in-training practicing on stationary targets.

“Here, Will.” She put herself behind one of the younger boys, then she corrected his posture. “Try again.”

When she turned around, most of the other men had slouched their postures. “If I have to correct another one of you, he’ll be used as target.” She informed them sweetly.

Everybody got back in the proper position in seconds.

“That is the look I’m talking about, Jon.” Edmund said dryly from his side.

Jon cleared his throat before turning to the younger man. “I have a deep admiration for your sister, but it has nothing to do with… That.” He finished weakly.

It was obvious that Edmund didn’t believe him for a second.

Jon rolled his eyes. “Edmund, honestly, I…”

“Fine.” Edmund cut him. “I believe in you. Somewhat.” He added grumbly. “I just want you to know that she is my sister and I love her. That means that I don’t care if you are a king, a man who came back from the dead or whatever. You hurt her and I’m going to kill you. Slowly.”

Jon tried not to grin. “I can respect that.”

Edmund gave him a firm nod, glad they understood each other. 

Jon’s eyes wandered back to Susan. She was looking directly at them, a suspicious look on her face. He just gave her a nod. She arched a brow at him -really, it was a family thing – before nodding back.

Edmund was mad. There was no flirting there.

XxX

“Ouch! Ouch! Sue!”

Susan ignored her older brother’s complaints and kept pulling him around by the ear. A pair of maids giggled at the scene and some men snickered as the two siblings passed them.

Susan eventually found an empty room and pushed her brother inside.

“Good Lord, Susan, was that really necessary?” Peter whined, massaging his abused ear.

“You better start explaining yourself.” She informed him. “Now!”

“What did I do?” He wanted to know.

“What do you think you’re doing with Sansa?” She demanded.

Peter sighed. “Sue…”

“I’m serious, Peter! I like Sansa very much and she’s been through enough.”

“I know!” Peter protested. “I’m also aware that I don’t know everything, but I assure you, Susan, I’m not playing with her.”

Susan didn’t really think he was. Peter might have his flaws, but he was never the type of man to go around with women for fun. He was a bit of a flirt, but in a surprisingly innocent way. He’d never played with a lady’s feelings. She didn’t believe he was about to start with Sansa’s.

However, as Sansa’s friend and confident, Susan knew way more about her past than any of her siblings. She knew exactly what type of men Sansa had been forced to be with, what had been done to her.

Sansa also had admitted that, even though Peter hadn’t done anything to her, he was a scary mixture of all the nightmares in her life: he was a blonde king, carrying a lion on his chest and with a name that still made Sansa sick.

Honestly, Susan was surprised she hadn’t asked Jon to lock Peter away.

However, she had also realized that Sansa was, not only extremely strong, but she was also amazingly kind. She’d never condemn Peter because he looked like the monsters of her past. But she was still unable to see past that.

Susan didn’t judge Sansa for that. Only she knew the horrors she’d faced alone: just a little girl, far from her family, away from her home… Sansa was a survivor in a very cruel world. She had the right to protect herself however she saw fit.

And Susan was going to make damn sure her brother understood that.

“Peter, be honest with me.” She asked him, looking into his eyes. “What are you doing?”

Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “At first, I thought her beautiful.” He admitted. “That very first night, when we got here and talked to the King, this is what I thought. Then I started observing her.

“You were keeping an eye in all of them, weren’t you?”

“I was.” Peter admitted. “I didn’t know if I could trust any of them, I didn’t want to take chances.”

“I know, Peter.” She assured him.

“The more I watched her…” He sighed again. “The more I admired her. She’s so…” He took a deep breath. “She’s good. She’s so… Completely…”

Susan watched her brother, amusement all over her face.

“She’s beautiful, I’ll admit. But it’s not only that.” He insisted. “She’s intelligent, charming, smart, kind… I could go all day, Susan.”

“Oh Lord, Peter, you’re in love.” She was surprised by that.

“I wouldn’t say it out loud.” Peter confessed. “I wish to be very certain of my feelings before I go around talking about them, because I don’t want her to feel like she owes me any kind of answer. Right now, the only thing I know for a fact, is that I see her in a way I’ve never seen another before. There’s something about Lady Sansa that it’s bewitching.”

Well, that was unexpected. 

“I feel that if I don’t keep my eyes open, she’ll steal my heart away and I’ll let it go happily.”

“Aslan be blessed, Peter, you’re making poetry now.”

He groaned. “Susan! I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry.” She said honestly. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” Peter mumbled.

“I believe you.” Susan assured him. “And I think it’s good that you decided to wait more time, to understand better how you feel. Sansa deserves a man that knows exactly what he wants, a man who won’t waste her time.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.”

“Also…” Susan took a deep breath. “This isn’t my story to tell, Peter, but Sansa has suffered too much already. If you ever decide to court her, you better be on your best behavior and treat her like a queen.”

“I’ll do exactly that.” He assured her.

“Good.” Susan nodded. “But don’t take too long. Sansa has many suitors.”

“Susan, please.” He gave her that arrogant smirk that she loved to hate. “I can take care of myself.”

Susan snorted. She hoped that Sansa made Peter grovel.

XxX

“What are you planning, little lady?”

Lucy gave Arya her most beatific smile. “What do you mean?”

Arya snorted. “Don’t even try. I can see right through that cute face of yours.”

Lucy huffed delicately. “How absurd. I’m an exemplary member of this…”

“Cut the dramatics, Lucy.” Arya snickered. “Tell me.”

Lucy sighed. “I think you won’t like it.” She admitted.

Arya just gave her a look, that made very clear her patience was running thin.

“It’s about your sister.” Lucy alerted.

If nothing else that made Arya even more curious. “Just say it.”

“I really think she should court Peter. I mean, let him court her. You know, court each other.” Lucy said in a hush.

“Fuck no!” Arya replied immediately. “I like you and Ed a lot, Lucy, but your older brother is a prick.”

“He’s not so bad, I promise!” Lucy hurried to defend him. “Peter is a bit arrogant –I’ll admit –but he has a good heart and he’s a good man.”

“No.” Arya was adamant.

“But…”

“No!” Her voice was final.

“So that means no Susan and Jon either?” She asked dejectedly.

“Wait, what?” Arya was now truly dumfounded.

“Oh come on! They were flirting the other night.” Lucy insisted.

Arya snickered. “Flirting? Jon?”

“Yes! All that talk about dancing…”

“No way.” Arya denied.

“I know what I saw.” Lucy insisted.

Arya rolled her eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see them actually dancing.” She said sarcastically.

“That can be arranged…” Lucy tapped her index finger against her chin.

Arya gave her a wary look. “What are you planning now, little lady?”

“I think we should have a feast!”

XxX

Of course, something had to happen. Things had gone too well for too long.

It was only logical that –at some point –something would happen.

To be fair, it wasn’t that bad, even if it was a bit embarrassing. But Susan still wasn’t happy to have to break a fight that her own brother started.

It all started with Lucy’s strange idea for a feast.

Now, you can’t play a player, so as soon as she came up with the idea, Susan and Sansa shared a look. Something was going on in her sister’s beautiful mind.

Susan knew Lucy well enough to know that she was brave and a romantic. They had no battles to prepare for –at least not for right now –which meant she wasn’t trying to raise the morale of the men. This was something else.

This was Lucy being romantic and wanting to play matchmaker. The question was… Who was she matchmaking?

The logic answer would be Sansa and Peter, but… Susan didn’t think it was the case.

Sure, she knew –by Edmund –that Lucy was really interested in seeing that happen. Edmund even told her that he had talked to Lucy about it and recommended that she waited a bit.

Susan knew it was possible that Lucy was waiting, the same way it was possible she’d just ignored Edmund all together and done whatever she wanted to begin with, but still…

There was something there.

Susan was going to find out what during the feast.

It all started very well. Everybody was happy; dancing, eating and just being merry for a while. They all deserved it.

Lucy had insisted on music. In fact, she’d insisted so much on it, that Susan knew it was part of her plan. Then it occurred to her: Jon. Jon had talked about dancing and… She had talked about dancing.

Oh no. Oh no.

Her baby sister better not be matchmaking her with Jon. The mere idea was preposterous, absolutely ridiculous.

She was going to kill Lucy!

No, she was overreacting. There was no way that this was Lucy’s plan. It made no sense.

Besides, she knew very well it was impossible to matchmake a couple that can’t be matched. Jon was a great man, but he wasn’t for her, so Susan didn’t need to worry.

She should have thought of everything else that could have possibly go wrong, but she was only human.

Peter and Edmund had been talking and drinking with the Free Folk by one of the smaller tables. The men had started accepting Peter more after he proved he wasn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty. Lucy was still the favorite Pevensie among them, but they respected all of them.

Lucy was pulling Davos to dance a song with her, and Susan had just stopped by to check if her brothers weren’t too drunk.

She’d just turned her back when she heard one of the men saying, “That sister of yours is mighty pretty. One of these days I might climb her window and steal her for me.”

Susan just took a deep breath and decided to let it slide for now. It wasn’t the moment to start something over a comment like that. Besides, she knew that the Free Folk had this costume: men would try to steal a bride and the woman would fight him.

She decided not to react, but Peter didn’t have the same patience. She heard Edmund calling his name a second before she heard a crash. Susan turned in time to see the other men trying to pry Peter away of his opponent.

The crash she had heard was the table, because Peter had actually picked the man up and thrown on him the table. The wood couldn’t take it and broke in the middle.

“Peter!” Susan hurried over to them, just as Edmund and Tormund managed to hold Peter.

He was still fighting to get free. “You don’t ever talk about my sister like that again!” He bellowed, still pulling against his captors.

“Peter!” Susan yelled on his face. “Out, now!” She ordered, pointing at the doors that lead to the hallways.

“He said…”

“I heard what he said, Peter.” Susan cut him. “Now get out!”

Peter gave her a look, his eyes on flame, but pressed his lips on a hard line and nodded. Edmund and Tormund let him go and he left the place.

“Sue…”

“Go talk to Jon.” She asked Edmund. “You know why he did it. Explain to the King.”

“What are you going to do?” Ed wanted to know.

“I’ll talk to Peter and make sure he doesn’t get in anymore trouble. Assure His Grace that he’ll apologize formally tomorrow once he’s sober.”

“Sue…” Ed held her hand for a minute. “I know you’re angry, but you also know why he did it.”

“I know, Ed.” She assured him. “Now I have to go.”

Susan left after her brother and Edmund sighed.

“What the fuck, little man?” Tormund asked, scratching his chin.

“I need to talk to Jon.” Ed sighed.

“I’m very curious to listen to you.”

Both men turned and found Jon right there, an immensely displeased look on his face. Lucy was beside him, a look of deep worry on her face. Arya and Sansa were a bit behind them, and nobody looked happy.

“Should I look for Peter?” Lucy asked.

“No. Sue is with him.” Edmund took a deep breath. “I’m really sorry for this, Your Grace. You can be damn sure that he’ll be apologizing a lot tomorrow; to you and your family and to Greval. And he’ll also take whatever punishment you see fit.”

Jon made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “I want to know why he attacked Greval.”

Edmund gave Lucy a worried look, and that made her stare at him confused. “Ed?”

“Greval said… He’d like to steal Susan.” Edmund finally said.

Lucy covered her mouth. “Oh no.”

“What?” Arya wanted to know. “It’s one of their costumes.”

“Yes, but Susan was stolen from us once.” Edmund admitted, his voice low.

“Excuse me?” Jon’s voice was rough.

“There was a prince that wished to marry her.” Edmund explained. “I traveled with her to his land to consider the proposal. When it became obvious the kind of man he was, we decided to stop the negotiations and leave. We were almost back to Narnia when they found us and took her away.”

“He forced her through the wedding ceremony.” Lucy’s voice was small and full of pain. “Made an unwilling priest celebrate it. But he was worried it might not be enough to consider it valid, so he decided to… Consummate the wedding.”

Sansa gasped behind them. “Did they?” She wanted to know.

“No.” Lucy assured her quickly. “She sunk a fork on his neck, and that was how we found her when we broke into the castle. She was sitting on the bed, dress drenched in blood, staring at his body.”

“The thing is…” Edmund cleared his throat. “Susan asked Peter to accompany her to that trip. But we were having problems with giants, so he said to her this was more important than marrying her off.”

“We never thought something like this was going to happen!” Lucy hurried to say. “But Peter feels it was solely his fault. He believes that if he’d been there, he could have prevented it. He could have spared her the suffering.”

“So a man says he wants to steal your sister…” Arya started.

“He couldn’t control himself. Even though he should have.” Edmund hurried to say. “Your Grace…”

“Tomorrow, I’ll hear what Peter has to say for himself.” Jon cut the other man simply. “For now… We’re in a feast, let us make sure the others are enjoying it.”

XxX

Susan found her brother staring at the night sky. She took a deep breath before she approached him, the last thing she wanted was to fight with her brother right now.

Even if he probably deserved a slap.

She pulled her fur coat tighter around herself before she came to stand by his side. She didn’t say a word, he might as well speak first.

“I’m so sorry, Sue.” He finally sighed.

“What for?” She wanted to know.

“Fighting.” He offered.

“You think that’s why I’m upset?” She asked, turning to him.

“It is not?” He was a bit confused.

“I can’t say I’m not upset over that.” She admitted. “We’re mere guests here, we stay by the grace of the King. We don’t have the luxury of getting into petty fights.”

“Petty? Susan, he said…”

“That been said…” Susan cut him firmly. “It’s not why I’m upset.”

“Then why?” Peter asked carefully.

“How do you think I feel, having to give you comfort time and time again, for something that actually happened to me?” She had to be very careful not to snap at her brother, because she wasn’t trying to fight with him.

However, she was tired of having to tell Peter time and time again that it was fine, and everything that had happened with the Calormenes wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t, but that was not the point.

She had been kidnapped, forced into a wedding ceremony, almost raped. Why was she telling Peter everything was alright?

“I…” Peter stammered for a little bit, before closing his mouth, completely at a loss for words.

“You feel bad about what happened, because you care about me. I understand that.” She told him softly. “But I’m exhausted of having to tell you this. Of having to think about how you feel, when I can barely sleep some nights, scared that he might come back, or that I might dream about his dead eyes on me.” Her voice was a broken sound by the end.

“Susan…” Peter murmured completely shocked. “I’m so sorry.” He hugged her, pulling his sister to his arms. “I’m such an idiot.” He kissed her forehead and sighed.

“I’m not going to argue with you.” She informed him, her voice heavy with tears.

Peter chuckled. “You are the smart one.” He sighed again. “But I am sorry, Susan, for being so selfish.”

“You’re not selfish, Peter, you’re just… Self-absorbed.”

“Ouch!” He chuckled. “Just tell me what you really think, Sue.”

She chuckled too. “Sorry.” She turned to him and gave him a gentle smile. “No more jumping into fights to defend my honor, alright? I don’t need it and it puts me on the spot.”

“I promise.” He spoke seriously. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t waste all your apologies on me. Tomorrow you’re apologizing to the King.”

Peter groaned. “Great. I don’t like him.”

“It’s fine. I don’t think he likes you either.” She offered him patronizingly.

Peter wondered if his sister truly understood what he meant. Because he was pretty sure Jon didn’t like him for the exact same reason he didn’t like the King in the North: because his eyes were on his sister.

Notes: Peter is getting sickly romantic, but I can't seem to help myself.

Greval is just a random name that a Free Folk name generator suggested... lol

Also, I know I changed A LOT the whole situation with Susan and Rabadash. I did this to create a deeper bond of understadning between Sansa and Susan. I am NOT using the "rape as a wy to make the woman look stronger" bullshit, because I despise that. Susan is strong because she's an intelligent, caring and amazing woman.

Let me know your feelings.

[ohstardust]

Stay This Little

REQUEST: from @wardley10 Hey love. I've a prompt that before Harry goes off on his solo world tour, Fionn and he are babysitting a toddler that the reader and Jack have together. You all met when you worked together on Dunkirk. Jack gives the guys instructions before he leaves for work and he also makes phone calls to the lads during the day (with banter but also being a protective Dad) to make sure his daughter's okay. A trip to the park, ice creams and feeding ducks ensue. Hope this makes sense. Thx xxx A/N: I didn’t know how much I needed this in my life until I started writing it. Thanks love! Title: Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift

“Mate, stop stressing, everything will be fine. You asked me because I’ve done this before, yeah?” Jack nodded and sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. He’d rehashed his instructions for the fourth time, as well as handing Fionn a written copy and Harry was ready to throw Jack out of the house on his arse. “We get that you’re nervous leaving her with someone else, but she’ll be fine. She already loves us, mate and we’ve got your’s and Y/N’s numbers if there’s any problems-“ Jack looked at Fionn in alarm, cutting the younger man off.

“-which there won’t be because she’ll be fine,” Harry threw a glare in the same direction causing Fionn to raise his hands in defence. “Just leave before you’re late for the meeting.” Jack hated the thought of leaving Georgia, despite the fact she was two years old, he was so protective of his little girl and nine times out of ten, if he wasn’t there to look after her, Y/N would be. But as luck would have it, they were both required to work that day and they’d both stressed over who was going to babysit. Harry had kindly offered to step in, more like jumped at the opportunity to spend time with the little one, and without his knowledge, his wife had already asked Fionn due to being Georgia’s favouritest person ever mummy. His mind was somewhat eased knowing that there would be two sets of eyes on her and not just one. The little lady had already jumped on Fionn the moment he stepped through the door, poor Harry barely got a look in and Jack was all but forgotten, Daddy had been pushed to the bottom of her list of priorities. Jack grabbed his keys off the sideboard and lifted his daughter off the sofa from between the other two men, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. After a dozen kisses she started wriggling, “Daddy, g’off,” and she pushed his face away pouting. Jack’s eye crinkled with amusement at the child, he kissed her temple and squeezed her tight. “Be good for uncle Fionn and uncle H, yeah?” he stroked her hair as she ducked her head and nodded, eyes more focused on the small toy in her hands. He set her back down on the couch, watching her crawl onto Fionn’s lap and grinning at how comfortable she had become with his friends. It warmed his heart. “Right, Daddy’s off now Baby G, love ye’.” “Bye bye Daddy,” she squealed, kicking Harry away as he tickled her to distract her from Jack’s departure. “Ring me for anything, lads.” “Yeah yeah, bugger off.” A tiny gasp could be heard from Georgia as she smacked her hands to her mouth and looked over at Jack, “Uncle H said a naughty word!” “Sorry Gi-Gi,” he held his hand out for her, ready for her to give him a small tap for his behaviour. “Right, well she’s clearly in good hands, so I’ll see you three later.” Fionn raised his hand in acknowledgment and went back to watching Harry being reprimanded by the small child. Jack quietly let himself out of their home and rushed into the car to avoid being any later than he probably was already.

“No Gi-Gi! You have to rip bits of bread up love, don’t throw the whole loaf in, you’ll hurt the duckies,” Harry managed to grab the bag of bread off the child as her arms was raised ready to throw the lot into the lake. Her bottom lip trembled at the thought of hurting the animals, she hastily let go of the bag and clutched onto Fionn’s leg. The younger boy reached down and stroked her hair, he crouched down beside her so he was eye level with her and pulled her close for a hug, “Don’t be sad monkey, watch me yeah? Just do what I do.” Fionn reached out for a piece of bread from Harry and started to tear it into small pieces, throwing it into the water. Georgia’s eyes were wide with excitement when she saw the ducks all swimming forward to claim the food and began clapping wildly. Fionn handed the remains of his piece to the child and she shredded the bread, flinging it forth and beaming as she did so. Harry stood to the side watching the pair in amusement and snapped a picture to send to Y/N & Jack. She loves feeding the ducks, at least she does now we’ve stopped her killing them. Ps, think Fionn wants you to adopt him. Before he could even begin joining Fionn and Georgia, his phone had buzzed, alerting him of Jack’s reply; Tell Fionn that one child is enough, I’m not being responsible for a twenty-year-old, no matter how much my baby loves him. DON’T LET HER FALL IN THE LAKE Harry snorted at the second message but glanced up just to be on the safe side, making sure she was still safe and not ready to pull the younger boy in for a swim. Alright Papa Smurf. Fuck. Off. He grinned once again and pocketed his phone to join the other two who were rapidly making their way through the bread.

Georgia had all but dragged both men by their hands as soon as she’d heard the ice cream van music, giggling with delight as they shuffled after her. She stood beside the van clenching and unclenching her little fists, desperate for a treat. She knew damn well the boys wouldn’t be able to resist her cute little pouty face, something she’d definitely inherited from her parents, and that they’d give into just about anything she asked. Harry lifted her off the ground to show her the choices whilst Fionn pointed to different ones, which either had her scrunching her face up in disgust or nodding frantically with want. “Tha’ one,” she pointed out the Twister ice lolly and licked her lips, the sight a vision of hilarity for Fionn. “What do you say Gi-Gi?” “Peeeeeeeeeeas.” “Good girl.” Within two minutes of content eating, Georgia winced and cried out, “Owie, my teeeef.” “Careful monkey, don’t use your teeth, eat it like a lollipop, yeah?” “Uncle Fi, I have some of yours,” rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, he knelt beside her to give her some of his ice cream, completely unaware that the little lady had plans of her own. She took a lick of his before pushing it up into his nose, turning it white and sticky. Harry couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter in his chest, knowing they should be scolding her for that, but instead took out his phone again and snapped a picture. “Nice work Gi.” “No monkey, Uncle H means that was naughty, you little terror.” Despite his reprimand, he lightly put the ice cream to her nose in retaliation, laughing as she giggled. “I’s cold!” As Harry knelt beside them, Fionn quickly turned and did the same to Harry, including him in the mini ice cream debacle which would no doubt turn very messy, very quick. It took no more than three minutes for everyone’s faces to be covered, and the boys to chase Georgia after she’d grabbed the remainders of their cones. Her little legs weren’t about to stop any time soon.

Fionn collapsed back onto the grass, chest heavily rising and falling as he tried to steady his heartrate that had increased from chasing Georgia around the outside of the mini golf course. “That kid’s gonna be the death of me, I’m telling you,” Fionn wheezed, squinting at Harry and shielding his face from the sun. “Watch out mate,” seconds later Georgia launched herself on his chest, giggling with the excitement of their trip and no doubt from terrorising the young actor. He couldn’t help but laugh despite wincing due her weight dropping onto him with force. “Ouch Gi-Gi, be careful, you’ll hurt uncle Fionn,” Harry carefully warned her. She pouted and leant down to kiss his cheek in apology, “sorry uncle Fi.” “It’s okay monkey, I’ll let you off,” she lay herself down and rested her head by his neck, her eyes closing as she rested and Fionn rubbed her back to calm her. Georgia’s little hand stuck out in the direction of Harry for him to hold. He dropped down on the grass beside his friend and reached out to take hold of it, his other hand stroking her hair. After a few minutes, Harry caught sight of a couple passing them, smiling in their direction and muttering to each other, “what a lovely family you have,” the lady complimented. The older man lay confused for a minute before realising her implications. “No, we’re not – we’re the babysitters,” he stuttered out, gladder that she’d jumped to that conclusion rather than recognising who they both were. “Oh I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep. You all just looked very sweet.” “No worries, but thank you,” Harry smiled over at Fionn and Georgia resting their eyes, noticing the other lads mouth twitching. Bloody bastard. “Would you mind taking a picture of us for her parents?” “Of course not,” he handed his phone over to the woman and pinched Fionn’s side to alert him that he absolutely had to be involved with this. The Southern boy whined at the gesture but flicked open his eyes and smiled in the direction of the camera. When his phone was back in hand, and the couple had left, he opened his group conversation with Jack & Y/N. Best uncles ever. Sleepy baby got us mistaken for her dad’s. You owe us. We gave you our baby for the day, don’t pretend this was a favour on your part. Came the response from Y/N and Harry fondly rolled his eyes in response, knowing full well how true her words were. This was no chore, he loved kids and Georgia may be his favourite one yet.

[marumafan]

Yuuram in Novel 3

Because yuuram is life I hereby present you with a list of yuuram moments in the novels. This time novel 3.

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 3. ch.1

-Another Yuuram reunion-

The one who barged in was the angel-like bishounen, Wolfram von Bielefeld. He stopped dead in the hallway upon seeing my naked torso, and seemed to be at a loss for words, his cute face flustered.

"Yuuri... my God! Your face and arms ... So dark! Have you caught a terrible disease? Or a curse?"

"Are you looking for a fight?" I sulked.

In fact, my face and my arms were well-tanned, but my torso and legs were still white as snow. For baseball players, having this shirt-like tan would be considered an achievement, but when my upper body was exposed like this, it was indeed not the best look.

With the thumb and forefinger, Wolfram pinched my cheek.

"Ow-ow-aie-ooh-aie!! What do you think you're doing?"

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- Yuuri introducing Wolfram -

Wolfram was a rival-less super bishounen, like a Vienna choir boy who had jumped straight out of a shoujo manga. He had inherited his mother's shiny golden hair and her emerald green eyes. While his build was no better or worse than mine, the difference between our looks was as wide as the gap between heaven and earth. I imagined all artists in the world would fight over the chance to paint his portrait. If he had appeared in someone's dream, the dreamer might even be moved to tears thinking they had seen an angel.

However, he was angel-like only as long as he kept his mouth shut. Else he was just a terribly spoiled and bratty prince. As he claimed, and if one could believe his words, he was already eighty-two years old. If he was living in Japan, he would be a stubborn old man. And because of a small tiny minor cultural difference, we are engaged to each other.

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- Casually touching Yuuri -

"The Mateki?!"

Wolfram who was strangely brushing the limit of my suntan, stepped into our conversation excitedly. As expected from a Vienna Boys Choir singer, the tone of his voice would even be a little annoying for Mozart.

"I've only heard the stories about it from my father, but he said that the sound of the flute is fantastic! It can make the sky roar and the earth shake. Its sound can conjure a loud storm, that would make you cower!"

"C-cows go?"

"Cows go mosa mosa."

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- Yuuri being casually gay, and also upset he can’t be an alpha-

I tried to shift my body away from the boy sitting in front of me as much as possible so that some air could pass through between us. However, it was nothing but hot air all around us, and there was no stir even remotely resembling a breeze.

"If you slip further back, you'll fall." Wolfram said.

"I'm dying of heat!" I complained.

Wolfram was obviously enjoying the situation.

Yes, thanks. Very funny. If only it had been a girl who was sitting in front of me, then I would have had my fun. Like a charming gentleman, I would have steadied her, with the reins held in my hands. Sadly for me, the front seat was occupied by a bishounen lovelier than a girl.

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-Yuuri casually risking Conrad's life to save Wolf -

"What about Wolfram?! He fell in front of me into the sand! But he won't die, right?!" I cried and wailed.

"If he was unlucky..." Gwendal said above me. (...)

"Your Majesty, Wolfram would agree with me immediately. He is also a grownup warrior and knows that things like this can happen. Your safety comes first!"(...)

By now, there was no visible trace of the soldiers who had been swallowed by the sand vortex. Would they pass off falling into such a land hole as a matter of bad luck? Just imagining the honey blond hair and brilliant emerald green eyes frozen with terror, hurt my chest; I couldn't breathe.(...)

"Conrad, I don't want you to be someone who abandon his own brother." I finally said. (...)

"You've said that you would only follow my orders." I said.

"Yes, but that was..."

"You said you'll follow my catcher's signs. Then I order you to save Wolfram. Please! I'm fine; you have no reason to worry about me. After all I still have a strong guard here."

Conrad looked surprised and shifted his eyes back and forth between me and Gwendal.

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-Wolfram's reaction to hearing that Yuuri and Gwendal had eloped-

"Then you are the younger brother, whose fiancé has run off with your own elder brother?"

"What are you saying?"

In an instant, Wolfram's face had turned visibly red even in the pale moonlight. At the same time, steam seemed to be rising from his head.

"Conrad, what does that mean?" He yelled. "My brother and Yuuri! This cannot be true! I knew it! That cheater! "

"Wolfram, calm down. It is certainly not what it looks like."

"But yes, the two are surely a couple," the girl said. "I've seen them with my own eyes. The poor guys were on the run. They were chained together with handcuffs."

"Chained together?"

It had to be boiling water inside Wolfram's head.

(...)

The Lord Betrothed has gone completely out of his mind with fury and was by then torturing an innocent garbage can with his feet. Conrad decided to let Wolfram vent his rage. He turned around and put a hand on the shoulder of the girl who was about to break out in tears.

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-Yuuri hearing wedding music as he sleeps on Wolfram's lap; wakes up to Wolfram's hair in the moonlight which he thinks 'is beautiful' (the moon looks beautiful tonight trope?) ; Yuuri 's mantra -

In the meantime, the melodies of "The blue Danube" by Johann Strauss kept playing in my head. And it was not the full-scale version performed by an orchestra, but the cheap version the like of a call center's hold tone.

(...)

"What ..." I mumbled.

The first thing that I could see was thick golden strands shimmering in the moonlight. I didn't even have time to think 'It's beautiful', when I heard someone scolding me.

"Why do you always do this?"

"Wolf?"

"What?"

"Wa...Water..."

(...)

"Ouch... Stop it! I'm drowning, I'm really drowning here. Please forgive me!"

"Do you know how worried I was about you?"

Angering a bishounen, even if one was not at fault, would result in painful consequences. At the same time, I felt tremendous guilt since it was indeed my own impulsive action that caused trouble to everyone.

(...)

Even though I perfectly knew that we were both guys, being pursued by such a beautiful boy like him still caused my heart to skip a few beats. At times like this, the most effective solution was to avoid looking at his face and keep chanting "He is 82 years old" like a mantra.

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-Pillow Wolf-

As if that weren't enough, I had to lay down across two seats, my head softly cushioned on the thigh of Lord Bielefeld!

"Does my pillow have to be a man's lap, of all things?!" I wailed.

"Every time you do some huge magic, you sleep for two to three days," declared Wolfram, unmoved.

"This time you only slept two hours. And after such a formidable performance, too. Please be so kind as to stay right where you are. You need your rest."

"All right, all right! But why the heck does it have to be with you as my pillow!?"

"Doesn't it make you happy?"

"Do I look like I'm happy?!"

"Oh, you two are truly one heart and one soul," sighed Nicola with shining eyes.

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-This chapter is just all yuuram-

"Yuuri, I never would have thought that you are capable of such a bold initiative," Wolfram said in surprise after I decided to knock on his door.

The delicate pretty boy did not know what to make of the whole thing. He tilted his head to one side and, his lips slightly open, waiting in silence for an explanation.

"I just want you to have a bath with me. If you feel embarrassed, you can keep your swim trunks on," I said.

"If it's just the two of us then there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but... "

"Then let's go! I'm in a hurry! A towel and a pair of trunks would be enough!"

In a corner of his room, Wolfram was busy digging for some strange object. Was he looking for a rubber duck to take with us?

I pulled the broadly grinning Wolfram, and head towards the familiar royal bathroom.

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-Definitely foreplay-

"Can you push me into the pool?"

"What?"

"Come on now," I grumbled.

"What kind of foreplay is this?"

Wolfram pushed me into the water, but I immediately resurfaced.

"I don't understand," I muttered. "Hey, what are you doing?! Did I tell you to jump in too?!"

Wolfram emerged again, his blond hair totally soaked. The image was like the scene of an angel bathing. Luckily he had kept his clothes on, just like me. With two strokes, he swam over to me.

"Why did you dive in? I only wanted you to push me."

He wrapped his pale arms around my neck.

"Don't hug me!"

"Didn't you want to try a totally new way of doing it?"

"Way of doing it...? Wolfram, you were expecting to do something naughty, weren't you!?"

Even though I was completely desperate, my partner was shamelessly indulging in his own happy fantasies. I hung my head and swallowed my growing anger. In another attempt, I put my feet firmly on the bathtub floor, and slowly stretched my knees.

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- He did actually use Wolf this time, bad Yuuri -

"I can't go back, to my home, to earth, to Japan!" I cried angrily.

"I thought it would be just like last time, I could return through the bathroom again. But no matter what I did, nothing happened at all! I thought if I was forced into a corner, I would enter the star journey to escape from danger... But even when you pushed me into the water, still nothing happened."

"What?"

"Wolf... why is that grimace?"

Numerous creases gathered above his nose and between his eyebrows. The ex-prince lifted his chin and pulled his shoulders back.

"You used me for this small thing?"

"It's not a small thing! This is incredibly important for me, don't you understand that much?"

"You are now the king of this country, you can't run around anymore! You've got to stay here. Yuuri, your home is this castle! And that's forever!"

Every time this bishounen scolded me, I would feel the numerous wounds his words caused. As hard as it was to accept, Wolfram was probably right. My diving attempts were pointless. But what other choice did I have? I had never thought that I could never see Japan again.

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Novel 3. ch.12

-Yup, he's angry-

"You're unbelievably dim-witted," Wolfram groaned and brushed his wet bang back from his forehead.

His seemingly arrogant green eyes stared at me fiercely. He really does have an angel's face, but his words draw blood with each syllable.

"You belong to this world. You cannot escape, your soul is at home here."

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