#my grandads family moved her when he was small

[cyberr-v0id]

Shout out to my mum telling us this morning that last night was saint nicks night, and we should have put out our shoes for chocolate. Could have done with that info. Like. Last night

[jackharloww]

Picnics and checklists

Summary: The one where Jack had one job😂

“Go over the checklist on the table babe,” you told Jack as you went upstairs to change. You were going on a family picnic, and you didn’t want to forget anything at home, so you wrote a quick checklist for him to follow.

Jack looked at the checklist and shook his head “We’re going on a picnic, not moving” he said loud enough for you to hear him

“Just check it Jackman” you answered as you changed into a beautiful summer dress before fixing your hair quickly. You had already changed Grace and Jack changed Nathaniel after his diaper change. You walked down and as Jack locked eyes with you, he got a beautiful smile on his face “You look lovely” he commented.

“So do you” you answered, your checks getting hotter. He loved that he still made you blush after all these years together.

“Do we have everything?” You asked him as he grabbed the baskets, and walked out to the car.

“Yes, come on now”

You nodded and went to grab Nathaniel that was lying in his baby-nest. Grace was sitting next to him watching the TV.

“Grace, are you ready?” You asked her making her stand up and give you a big smile, ready as ever. She was wearing a pink summer dress with small butterflies hair pieces. You grabbed Nate and held Graces hand as you walked out to Jack.

You buckled Grace in her car seat while Jack grabbed Nate, doing the same to him. You sat in the back with Grace and Nate, before Jack started driving to the location where the picnic was going to be at. Grace was singing along to the song on the AUX, and you were all vibing.

When you arrived, Jacks parents and grandparents where already there while the rest of his cousins where still on their way. You tried to have these get together at least once a month and it was so cozy to just sit and hang out. Especially during the summer when you could have lovely picnics outside. You knew how much it meant to Jack that his families got along and loved to be with each other.

As soon as you let Grace out of the car, she ran into her granddads arms before going around saying hi to everyone, showing them the butterflies in her hair.

“Oh let me see my grandson” Maggie cooed and immediately grabbed him from you.

“Mom don’t stand in the sun with him” Jack said, being a little overprotective.

“I think she knows babe” you chuckled and put your hand on his back, giving him a gentle smile. He nodded and went to take everything out from the car.

After you grabbed everything you walked over to a place under the big tree. That way you could have both sun and shadow if it got too much. You knew how bad the sun could get for your daughter and husband so you were sure to write down sunscreen on the checklist.

They had a big table next to the tree, you took all of the food and snacks out and put them on the table. Grace was running around with her uncle and grandad while Maggie was cuddling with Nate, sitting next to Jacks grandparents that were admiring your little son.

“Damn it’s hot,” Jack said and took off his shirt.

“Hey hey come here,” you said and motioned for him to come to you before he got too comfortable.

“Babe this is a public place, our kids and family are here” he whispered playfully with a smirk plastered on his face

“Shut up idiot, you need to put sunscreen on, I don’t want to go home with a tomato later” you rolled your eyes at him, a playful smile on your face.

“Fine” he muttered and sat in front of you so you could rub the sunscreen on his shoulders.

You reached for the bag of stuff you had with you and started looking for it. “Where is it??” You gave up looking and turned to look at jack

“What do you mean where is it, didn’t you bring it?” He asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Well, I don’t know didn’t you check it before we left?” You answered back with an attitude

“Weeeell about that, I did go through your list, but then Grace wanted water so I might have paused that task” He gave you a guilty smile but you just looked at him with a death stare.

“You had one job” you sighed

“Aoh aoh what did you do Daddy” Grace whispered to Jack when she noticed the look you gave him. You had called for her so you could put sunscreen on her as well.

“Well Grace , looks like you and your daddy needs to sit under the tree the whole picnic” you said and turned to look at her, she groaned and asked why.

“Ask your dad” you answered and she turned to jack for an answer.

“I forgot the sunscreen” he admitted “I’ll go buy one now” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Maggie walked over to you

“I forgot the sunscreen” Jack told her

“Good thing I’m always prepared” she laughed and went over to her bag, taking out the sunscreen.

“Lifesaver” you sighed and thanked her, before you began to rub sunscreen on both Grace and Jack.

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[billthedrake]

SUMMERS WITH GRANDDAD

Grandpa Steve's grip was tight as he pulled me into a bear hug and clapped my lat muscle. "Jesus Mac," he growled, "You haven't been juicing have you?"

I pulled back and looking to my grandfather's face. It had been a few months since I'd seen him, and he looked as gruffly handsome as I remember. Weathered face, silvery scruff on his jaw and a blue-gray eyes completed the picture. Steve Prescott had just retired from the police force a few years ago, and somehow he looked both older and younger than his 60 years.

"Nah, Granddad," I said, soaking in his clear enthusiasm for my bigger body. "Just been hitting the weight room hard."

The man's strong, callused mitts openly ran up and down the outside of my arms before giving them an affectionate pat. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working," he winked. "Come on in," he ordered. And as I followed him, he reminded me, "You’re family, Mac, so I don't need to tell you to make yourself at home. You know where your room is."

"Yessir," I said. Last time my grandfather told me to drop the sir, but he didn't lecture me on it this time, he just looked back and gave me a big smirk.

"Great to have you here, kiddo."

I had a million ideas that had played out in my head about how this visit would go down. Some of them with my dick in hand, slowly storking. Or not so slowly stroking. Now that I was here, I felt a little nervous. "Glad to be here, Grandpa." I paused at the guest room door with my bags in my hand. Granddad lived in a lake house that was more live-in than a cabin but not like one of the rich people's retirement mansions that were springing up at the other end of the lake. The place was small and simple, but that suited Granddad fine. Suited me, too.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," I replied.

"Well, you get settled in, and I'll whip us up a lunch."

I took the time to unpack a little, since I'd be there for two months. It was an annual tradition. Ever since my parents' divorce when I was 7, I'd spend half of my summer at Granddad's. The first year was a kind of freak out on their part as they dealt with finances and the fallout of their breakup, but when they saw how much I enjoyed spending time with my father's dad, and how Grandpa Prescott was happy to host me, it became a regular thing. Even when I entered high school and became serious about football, I'd spend my time at Granddad's until football camp started up.

Of course, Granddad spoiled me rotten. He let me eat ice cream a couple times a day and watch as much TV as I wanted. He'd take me on ride-alongs on patrol on slow days, and that was a fucking treat.

He retired early, with a decent pension, and moved into that 2-bedroom lake house, one of those old ones from the 60s. Granddad winterized it and a couple of years ago I came for a few days around Christmas. Another tradition now.

I looked around the wood paneled room and had a lot of great memories. I'd graduated high school now, and who knows if I'd be coming here again, at least not like before.

Grandad wasn't a great cook, but he'd gotten better. I wasn't a picky eater, and at that moment that large lunch he'd made was perfect. It was after 2PM. Grandpa seemed hungry too.

"I got in a heavy workout this morning," he admitted. "Normally I don't eat a lot during the day."

"Wish I could say the same," I said. I had a normal teen jock's appetite, only amped up by lifting and regular cardio.

Granddad chuckled. "Don't worry, I stocked up knowing you were coming."

"Mom complains her grocery bills go up when I'm staying with her," I admitted. I hope that didn't sound out of place, like my mother didn't like me staying with her. It was just kind of a joke she had.

Granddad just shrugged. "Part of having a teenage boy around," he said.

We made small talk. I figured I had the whole summer to talk seriously with Grandpa. Maybe he was thinking the same thing.

"Well, it looks like the weather's crap," he said as he looked out the window. It had been a light drizzle on the drive up but now was pouring. "The rest of the week looks perfect, though." He turned back to me. "We can hit the golf course some time if you're up for it."

"Sure, that'd be great," I said. Normally I hated golf. Half of it was that I didn't excel at it in the way I did football and wrestling. The other half was I hated Dad's country club. The men there were all snobbish as fuck and kept hounding me about which college I was going to. When it turned out I wasn't going to college, Dad was silently dispproving. His golf buddies were less silent.

But with Granddad, it felt laid back and fun. Even if he had to handicap himself extra and pack his patience when he played with me.

We watch a little TV then turned it off and talked. Grandpa Steve had a million questions about the last months. He'd heard some from Dad but if he knew, he pretended not to.

"So...," he asked, cracking open his first beer now that it was getting closer to 6. "Now that you're graduated, you got big plans, kiddo?"

I felt adult now, talking to him, but also like a little kid. I shrugged. "I dunno, Granddad," I said. "I guess not." I fumbled with the soda can I held in my hands. "I've actually been wondering... thinking, you know, of becoming a police officer."

That caught the man by surprise. "Yeah, Mac? What brings that on?"

"That's what Dad said," I laughed. "You both make it sound like a phase."

He looked at me seriously. Not judgmental, but on the level. "Is it?"

He got me there. "I don't know," I replied. "I've been thinking about it a while. I guess I always looked up to you."

He smiled. "I'm flattered, kiddo. But the job's not all glamour."

"I know sir," I said softly, defensively.

He looked me over. "I guess you do."

"What does your father say?"

I sighed. "He's not happy about the idea. I mean, he doesn't come out and say anything, but you know Dad."

Grandpa patted my knee. "God knows I do," he said knowingly. "But fuck it, you're 18 now. And out of high school. You can make your own decisions." He paused, and I swore he was tracing little circles on my bare knee cap with his fingers. It felt nice and if our conversation had been different I would have thrown fully hard at the gesture. As it was I chubbed a little. "How bout this? While you're here, I'll go over the pros and cons, ins and outs of the job. Stuff I wish I'd known when I was your age but no one told me."

"That'd be great Granddad." I enthused. It was such a reversal of my relationship with Dad, where I felt I always had to prove I wasn't the dumb kid. With Grandpa Steve, I was happy to defer to his age and wisdom.

I took a deep breath and said what had been on my mind, the whole ride up. The whole last few months even. "There's one thing that's been bugging me about my plan," I admitted.

"Yeah, Mac? What's that?" His hand didn't leave my knee.

"I guess I've been thinking I'm not into girls."

Those fingers stopped. Slowly he pulled back his hand. "Not at all?" he asked with a look that was even more questioning. Somehow surprised.

"No sir," I replied.

His voice grew quiet. "Maybe what we did last time didn't help, did it?"

I blushed, actually red-faced as I shook my head. "I have no complaints about that, sir. For real."

He grinned at me gamely. "Well, I love you, Mac, you know that, right?"

"Thanks, Granddad," I said. "I felt kind of silly bringing it up."

"Hey!" he said. "I don't want you to feel silly about a thing like that. Or anything... You tell your parents?"

I nodded. "A couple of days ago. Mom was great. Dad was cooler with it than I expected."

Granddad nodded. "Your old man can be difficult, but he loves you, Mac."

I felt a little ashamed at all the teenage battles I'd had with my father. "I guess I act like a typical child of divorce."

"I don't know what that's like," Granddad sighed. "But typical is the last word I'd use for you, kiddo."

***

It felt great to clear the air. Granddad and I talked, man to man. He didn't pry but he asked if I had a boyfriend, if I was keeping myself safe. I hadn't done much more than getting my dick sucked in the mall men's room a couple of times. If you didn't count the blow jobs Granddad and I traded the last time I was there.

I felt relieved and proud I'd told Grandpa. He was the fourth person I'd told... my folks, my best friend Tyler, and now him. I knew it would get easier from here on out.

But somehow, I felt like I'd spoiled any chance I had for a repeat of sex with Granddad. The last time had seemed so easy. Some sex talk, a porn video, some JO heavy with eye contact, then I'd experienced my first blowjob and had given one in return, with Granddad gently coaching me in what to do.

We'd repeated it only once before I went back home and now any hopes I had that we'd pick up where we left off were dashed by the very grandparent vibe I was getting from the man. Maybe my being gay made it feel more real to Granddad, like it wasn't just some naughty fun between two buddies, but something more.

Anyway, when it was time for bed, Grandpa gave me a normal good night hug, more reassuring than sexual.

"If you're up for getting up early, we'll go out fishing," he said. Unlike golf, I'd always loved fishing, maybe because I associated it with my summers with my grandfather.

"Yeah, Granddad," I said. "Just wake me up. Anytime, for real." I was the opposite of a morning person, but I'd get up early for this.

He nodded and gave me one last reassuring look.

I tried to sleep. It was late actually and the more I lay there, the more my eyes were open, in the dark. It gets real dark at the lake.

I thought of jacking off. But I was too emotionally wound up. I hope I'd be able to keep my desires in check the next couple of months. I lay there, off and on erect in my briefs, as I thought about men and my life. I'd do better going after a guy my age. But it wasn't like the guys I knew would be open to that. Maybe I was wired for older men. The daddies in those porn videos. I actually made myself watch younger guys in videos to try to retrain my desires. It didn't work.

I had no idea what time it was. I was thirsty, or maybe the idea of getting some water was just something to do with my restlessness. I tried to be quiet as I slipped out of bed and tip toed down the hall.

I needn't have worried: a dim light was on in the kitchen and Granddad was sitting there at the table, bare-chested and some pajama pants. He had his reading glasses on and was doing a crossword puzzle. I'd never picture Grandpa Steve as a crossword kind of guy, but maybe retirement had you finding ways to spend your time.

He looked up and his voice immediately told me he'd been up for a while. It was clear, not groggy. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked.

"No sir, guess not," I replied. My voice wasn't groggy either, it turns out.

"Some nights are just like that," he said, leaning back in the seat and pulling off his glasses. I had my grandfather's body practically memorized from swimming and casual days in the summer heat from years past. He was a year older now and his thick muscle had some of the telltale signs of his years. A little sag to the bulk and lots of fine, silvery fur. Over the summer, Grandpa would get a tan, but for now his torso was still creamy-pale in complexion. It made the pink nipples stand out more.

I felt conflicted with what I wanted and the need to behave normally around the man. "What do you do on nights like this?" I asked. I had a feeling my grandfather and I were talking about the same thing, at least a similar thing, but I wasn't sure.

He cocked a grin. "Man to man, kiddo? I jerk off."

That directness caught me by surprise and made me laugh. And it made me a little bold in return. "You didn't tonight, Granddad?"

He shook his head, a look of suppressed lust creeping in behind his smile.

I leaned against the kitchen counter. I was now aware I was wearing only my briefs and even more aware of Grandpa's eyes on my semi-naked form. "I didn't either," I admitted.

I watched as my grandfather reached down and adjusted his crotch in his shorts. A simple gesture, something a man's done a thousand times in his life. But it was incredibly hot to see.

"I told myself nothing was gonna happen with us this time," I heard the man say quietly. His blue-gray eyes were on me now, and his gruffly handsome face seemed more attractive in the light. "But when you showed up... a goddamn stud..." It was like he was afraid to finish his thoughts.

The flattery made me puff out my chest and turn toward him to display my body. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, Granddad. Promise." I wanted this SO bad, and the idea Granddad wanted me but was stopping himself felt like torture.

The man nodded and stood up. I was taller than him by four inches, but he carried himself like an ex-cop, taller than his height. He had more muscle than me, too, though my brawn was better toned.

I saw his hardon now, tenting up his shorts. For me. That sent my own dick to a quick erection. The sight of it made Granddad pause and watch. Watch his grandson throw hard. He watched then looked up at me, a little frightened. It was weird to see fear in the man's face. Growing up, I figured Grandpa wasn't scared of anything.

"I've been trying to think with my head, not my dick," he said.

My heart pounded. I actually took a step toward the man. "I've had to think with my head a lot lately, Grandpa," I said. "I'm ready to think with my dick for a while."

"God," he muttered and we stepped closer in unison. His rough hands were on my body first, but only by a second. I loved his body, his older, mature muscle. Maybe I was fucked up, but I loved every part of Grandad. His manliness, his age, and the contrast with my youth.

The latter part was driving Grandpa wild, I could tell as he openly caressed my bare football-jock body. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mac," he hissed.

"You too, Grandpa."

The time fooling around with Grandpa before felt naughty as hell, but we'd never done THIS before.

Nor had we kissed, but as my grandfather leaned in, eyes dreamy in expression, I was all in. It was my first fucking kiss with a man. And since I'd been faking it with the girls I'd gone out with, I considered it my first real kiss, period.

It made me light headed, feeling Granddad's lips against mine and his tongue snake out to touch mine. This was both rougher and more tender than a kiss with a girl. Grandpa Steve knew how to kiss.

He finally broke it off and patted my side. "Whaddya say we take this back to the bedroom?"

I nodded.

I'd seen Granddad's dick, back in early January. It was a delight to see it again as he pulled off his shorts. He wasn't big and wasn't small, just a thick-normal tool that jutted up from a full hairy crotch. I had a little pride peeling off my briefs and showing myself to him. The times before I'd felt tentative and self conscious. Now I didn't. I wasn't hung overly big either, but I had a little length on Grandpa.

"Let me suck that, kiddo," he growled as he climbed onto the bed and made his way toward me on his hands and knees. I pictured this man wrestling some perp into submission, yet here he was eager for my dick. As his mouth descended on me it felt good.

Too good.

"Oh fuck, Grandpa, pull off!" I warned after a few bobs.

I heard his chuckle. "Got a quick trigger there, huh, Mac?" He blew onto my throbbing hardon, whether to tame it or to stimulate it, I didn't know.

"Yeah," I hissed. "At least with you."

He looked up at me, that naughty look from our previous time together coming back. "If you blow now, you can probably cum again soon, right?"

I thought it over for a second. From my solo masturbation sessions, I definitely knew that was possible, but I hadn't tried that with another guy. "I'm pretty sure I can," I answered.

"Good," was all I heard before Grandpa turned his attention back to my cock and started sucking me, really sucking me. I held onto his head, feeling his thinning gray hair and feeding off his sexual energy. There was something exciting and liberating about this, even more than the men's room head I'd gotten the last couple of months, nervously, fearful I'd be caught.

Now Grandpa was openly blowing me. He wanted my cum and didn't care how quick I gave it to him.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" I cried. I probably shouldn't be so loud, but it was just us, a half mile from the next house. So I grunted even more loudly as I came. Usually quick orgasms don't feel as good as the ones you work up, but usually it's not an incest orgasm. I came hard, my athletic body jerking with each jet into my grandfather's throat.

The man moaned excitedly around my cock as I fed him. He let me jerk a little in his gullet then worked his mouth up and down more shallowly to milk out the rest of my load.

I felt proud just then, but not as proud as the look Grandpa had when he finally pulled off. I wondered how often he'd done this, how many men he'd blown.

He scooted up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips and rather than turn me off that excited me. As did feeling that mature thick muscle against me, writhing, since Granddad was real horny now. I could feel the steel-hardness of his dick pressing into my smooth abs and the strength in his pawing at my arms and lats.

"Let me suck you, Grandpa," I hissed as our lips parted for air.

"Yeah, kiddo?" he asked, excitedly. The last time we'd fooled around, two days after New Years', I had reciprocated. But I could tell in his voice Grandpa was worried I wouldn't be up for it now.

I was up for. Way up for it. In those furtive times in the mall men's room, I had just stuck my cock through the hole and had gotten sucked off. Nervous once I came, I pulled up my jeans and made it out of there pronto. But this had been in my mind the last few months, more than that even. Sucking a man's cock.

And I couldn't envision a hotter cock that Grandpa Steve's. It was rigid and masculine and horny and as I scooted into the same position he'd been in, I got a closer look. There was just something so different about an older man's dick. I leaned in an licked, from the base to the tip.

"Fuck yes, Mac..." Granddad hissed. "Just a warning, it can take us old geysers longer to cum."

"Good," I said and craned my head to take in his hardon, between my lips and several inches into my mouth. I suckled at the head, but figured that was more to my pleasure than Granddad's, so I started bobbing up and down on him. I held onto his strong thighs as it took me a half minute to get the rhythm. I didn't have experience. Hell, I didn't even have natural technique. But I'd watched a lot of gay porn and I copied what I'd seen.

I felt my grandfather's fingers massage my hair, my scalp, and the nape of my neck while I blew him. Even if his fingertips were callused, there was something soft and gentle about his touch.

I went down further now, closer to the base of his dick. I surprised myself by feeling no gag reflex. I mean, Grandpa wasn't hung real big or anything but he sure felt like a mouthful at that moment and very thick at the entrance to my throat.

"Holy Christ, Mac...." the man hissed. "You're really fucking good at this... Amazing, kiddo."

His encouraging words fueled my lust. I went at him a little deeper and a little faster. I imagined some dude sucking Granddad off back in the day to get out of a speeding ticket or something. It was a porny fantasy, for sure, but the interplay between that and the real-life incest I was committing had me rock hard again.

My hands had traveled up his legs to his hips, and now I was taking the chance to cup his butt cheeks. Lightly furred but not as hairy as his torso or legs and arms, Granddad had an amazing ass. Full, meaty with more than a little give. I was a little fucked up in the head maybe, but that mature ass turned me on like nothing else.

All of a sudden Grandpa's grip on my head grew more insistent, tauter.

"Jesus FUCK!" he bellowed. Up till then, Grandpa Steve had been gentle and affectionate. But as he nutted, he was all man, thriving on that primal instinct. I coughed a little as my face was pulled all the way against his pubes, before Granddad realized what he'd done and relaxed his hold.

His muscular body was still shaking as I swallowed his seed and sucked the dribbles out of his dick. Unlike me after a cum, Granddad almost immediately grew soft, but I liked that sensation too of feeling his relaxing meat feeling my mouth. I gave it a final kiss when I pulled off.

There was a look of pure love and satisfaction on the man's face when I looked up. "Sorry I went rough on you, Mac," he said, his fingers now grazing my neck in a touch that directly fed my renewed hardon. "But that was fricking incredible."

I leaned up on my knees now, scooting up to embrace my grandfather. "I'm glad,"" I said.

We kissed, softly. I mean, I was horned up like hell, but I followed Grandpa Steve's lead. The contrast between the smooth kiss and my sexual intensity felt exquisite, actually.

But Granddad seemed to read my mind. Reaching down to cup my erection, he pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. "You really are ready to go again, aren't ya, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

He looked down and gave it a long gentle stroke. "You've grown into a big boy all right," he said. Then looking up at me with a playful grin he added, "If you can wait a little, I'll take care of you again. First, I want a little make out time with my favorite grandson."

"Can't think of anything better, Granddad," I said, lying down on my grandfather's queen sized bed and feeling his warm, mature body lying next to mine, pulling me close to him.

I knew this was going to be an unforgettable summer.

(TO BE CONT.)

[loudblonde]

"The Last Person Left" Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish & Male Reader

Summary: After the death of John "Soap" MacTavish, a funeral is held for the family left behind, right next to Simon "Ghost" Riley, the married couple is finally together in death and in peace. (Y/N), asked by the grandchildren left behind, shares a relatively innocent if not funny story from when both men were still alive and working in the military, albeit a bit sanitised for the children's ears.

Warnings: This will be discussing a bit of death as well as being in a funeral. Do not read if you are not comfortable with this discussion.

Additional notes: This is part two to my werewolf series, if you click on the link to Ao3 you can find part one called "A little wolf and its handler" I also posted it on here but I don't know how to leave the little links.

Words: 1200

The day was cold, moisture clung to the air signalling rain to come. (Y/N) knelt down, his knee instantly getting wet from the dew of the rain. His calloused hand swept over the first gravestone, getting all dirt and debris off it. He looked to the other, much newer and still white. “I will miss you both, more than you will ever realise.” He whispered before placing the flowers on the graves. He stood up and stepped back. 

Simon Riley

19XX - 20XX

John MacTavish

19XX - 20XX

(Y/N) had been in their lives for so long and yet the man himself was barely greying despite it all. John’s deterioration as Alzheimer's took root in ways (Y/N) couldn’t help him. It was hard on the man, though equally hard on the kids left behind, both the adult people who already looked older than (Y/N) himself, and people (Y/N) had helped raise. 

Their kids in all but blood. While (Y/N) had never been romantically involved with Simon or John, they still were strong together, they still belonged together. They were a unit, both in the field but also as civilians. Instead of fighting for their lives, they were raising children together and… well two of them had grown old together, leaving just the wolf behind. 

A choke forced its way through his throat. (Y/N) felt a comforting hand on his shoulder as he turned to look at their oldest kid standing beside him, his own daughter at his side. “It’s alright Pa, Dad and Father are together now, neither of them is in pain. Come on, let's head inside.”

As they all walked inside, (Y/N) scooped his granddaughter up in his arms, holding her close. She was crying silently and no one could do anything. So, he just held onto her. He would be the pillar their family needed, everyone would mourn, get through it and move on, even if (Y/N) couldn’t.

Once inside, coffee, cake and some sandwiches were brought out. People smiled and shared stories. They celebrated the life that had been as both men would have wanted. One of the grandkids looked at (Y/N) with big eyes and asked, “Grandpa, what did you and grandfather and grandad do for work?” The room got a bit tense, as the past was never discussed while the two men were alive.

Though (Y/N) leaned forward and looked at the kid with a small smile. “We helped protect the world from evil people.” He said, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

The children all gathered around and sat down. “Like a superhero?” One of the kids asked and (Y/N) nodded before chuckling to himself. 

“Yes, much like a superhero. We…” (Y/N) knew he couldn’t share much of their time in the military. Between the war crimes, brutal killings, weapons of mass destruction and (Y/N)’s own personal transformation on certain occasions, the stories were nothing that children should hear. “We did a lot of bad things to bad people, I can’t talk about it. They are secrets and I am a good secret keeper. But, without what we did, this world would be a lot more different than it is today.” 

“Pleaseee Grandpa, just tell us one story.” His granddaughter asked. 

(Y/N) smiled fondly. “When you all get older, I will.” He said. “Though, I can tell you a story from one time on base when we were bored.” That got everyone's attention. Adult as well as child. People pulled up chairs as (Y/N) leaned back. 

“We had just gotten off mission a week prior and nothing was set to happen for a full two more weeks, but we couldn’t leave as we could get a call at any second. So,” he looked around the room, “your granddad, grandfather and I all decided to mess around with some of the recruits and create a legend in the area. My transformation was still hidden back then, we didn’t want too many to find out.” He chuckled fondly at the memory and thought back to it. 

“Soap, ya dunce, are you certain that we can pull this off?” (Y/N), half naked and still very human, asked. 

“I wouldn’y worry about that, Beast. Just be quiet and ye shouldn’y worry about a’body finding out.” Soap said, crackling like a maniac. 

“Speak English.” Ghost said, though made no attempts at stopping either of them. Far too bored to even care about it. 

“Aye, I shall when you stop being crabbit.” Soap said. “Aff with yer clothes. Just a wee wolf. Don’t go all Lycan on us.”

“Ha. Ha. McTavish.” (Y/N) said monotone. “If you aren’t careful I will just eat you.” (Y/N) dropped his pants and started the transformation. It was quick. Not having to go full-on wolf but rather a less-haired lycan, complete with fully white eyes and black fur that almost seemed to curl at certain points on the body, took less than a toll on the body. 

Ghost walked over to the wolf, which still stood taller than he was but not by the usual impressive amount. “Down to the lake, scare a few of the soldiers walking, don’t get seen and come back.” He gave the order with practised ease before opening the door to the tool shed.

(Y/N) went out quickly, easily falling into the shadows of the night. 

“In the end, we got caught by Price and scolded for trying to scare people and he forced us to be on clean-up duty for the full two weeks while we waited for something to do, since we clearly were bored.” (Y/N) said, chuckling. A few of his grandkids chuckled at the story. 

(Y/N) looked over to the doorway as he felt new eyes on him. He saw the familiar, though now white-haired, Garrick standing in the doorway. “So that’s why you were all scrubbing the toilet for weeks. Price never told me why.” 

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged before standing up. “It was fun. Not the clean-up detail, but getting into shit with 'em both.”

Garrick chuckled. “Come on, old man, let's get you home.” 

(Y/N) bid his family goodbye and headed with Garrick towards where he lived. (Y/N) took care of the team and would do so until they all died. Perhaps he would find the ones like him afterwards. They could all live out their lives in the mountains where no one would find them. Or, perhaps, (Y/N) could return to Canada, and find his biological family or whatever is left of them. 

He didn’t have any plans despite having close to 200 years left in him before his body would break down beyond repair. His bones already ached from over a hundred years of active service. He had always dreaded civilian life but now, it seemed to suit him well. (Y/N) wanted to at least see his children to the grave before disappearing. So far, all he had was no plans and a lot of time on his hands. At least another 50 years of being Grandpa. 50 years without his life partners. 

[yuukei-yikes]

omg elaborate on your traumatic childhoods for hibihiyo + takane .... iirc takane is raised by her grandma right?

oh!! well it's nothing super awful compared to everyone else's

my hc for hibiya comes from the fact his parents lock him out of the house when he asked to go to the city😭😭😭 the only way they agreed was bc he said he'd study but even like that they didnt want it he had to lie abt a special course abt india and pretend he was obsessed with india. which is a very funny bit BUT yeah they lock him out of the house at night. with WOLVES.👎 awful move amamiyas.

my hc actually leans a bit more to what the anime shows since in the novels both his parents do that but in the anime it's the dad. so my hibiya hc is he comes from a Toxic Masculinity Household. he's from an old fashioned farmer family in a small village yknow (they have a dojo in the anime buuuut farmer hibiya is real 4ever👨‍🌾 idk why the anime did that. idk why the anime did many things)

anyways so his dad biggest piece of shit person alive. his mom. his mom is NICE hibiyas definitely close to her while he's afraid of his dad but i think she is maybe the kind of mom to break down all the time and be like oh poor me my life is misery and hibiya feels responsible for her. like she is not bad shes just been married to an awful awful guy for many years, she's a victim but also makes it very known she's a victim. hibiya definitely is the type of kid who feels like he has to shield his mom. hibiya's mom i love you. she is said to pour him tea in the hallway while he waited for hiyori to call him (before locking him out of the house but like i said im ignoring that it was just the dad 2 me💥👨‍🌾)

FOR HIYORI look ayaka literally ESCAPED from her parents. hiyori didnt KNOW she had a sister. and they're rich people. i think they're very old parents and hiyori is a last minute kid bc their first one was a Bust according to them so they'll have another Heir and this time do it RIGHT that means eyes on her all the time, giving her 0 autonomy but also absolutely everything material she asks for so we keep her under control. something like that. just very controlling parents but i also hc hiyori is so off the rails after the august in the city and they're pretty old already so they're like Ohhh god. and they're always fighting lol but before that hiyori was like Yes sir with them. think the northwests in gravity falls lol

and for takane I've obviously talked of her. but answering what u said, honestly we dont actually Know if she was raised by her grandma. and if she was, it's her grandparents! both!! her grandpa was around til his death, which is implied to be a little before or after takane starts highschool since he picked that school for her. her parents work overseas but her grandparents take charge to the point they're choosing what school she will go to etc, you know?? these arent headcanons btw that's all canon. we just dont know.... why. im so curious bc it's so oddly specific lmao like why werent the grandparents just. parents. but no. she's said to live with her grandma but used to also have a grandad and her parents work overseas. like. what. what was the need to come up with all this bro

anyways my headcanons. i do hc she was raised by her grandparents. since the parents work overseas im assuming they're very career oriented, and since the grandparents are both individually mentioned to be super worried about takane's illness, im assuming the grandparents were like can you STOP taking this sick kid from place to place and the parents were like fiiiine. here u can have her😐 and that's it lol i dont think they're rich parents or HORRIBLE PEOPLE i know it's popular to hc them as these Awful Horrible People i personally think they aren't Mean. they just are not AROUND. i dont think they'd be mean to her if they saw her i think they'd just sit there rly awkward like so... how is school going.... but they Won't because they Don't care👍

my extra hc is that the grandparents dont get along with the parents bc of this, or they're like wtf how did we raise someone who ABANDONED THEIR CHILD. so they raise takane with that in mind a lot and amd and and they're family.... and love each other... we do also gloss over takane losing her grandpa i know it's cuz its BARELY MENTIONED AND ITS AN ODDLY SPECIFIC DETAIL WE JUST. HAVE. but she was like 15 or 16 when he dies bro u_u fuck the tateyamas crying for ayaka can i see how my girl ene was doing losing unnamed grandfather

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I almost forgot to post this on the 26th omg -Danny

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Remus stayed with her until Harry arrived, he'd called Tonks to let her know where he was but didn't explain much, Mel wanted this to remain a secret for as long as possible.

Harry found them curled up on the couch surrounded by comfy blankets and pillows, and a very talkative Remus was the first to welcome him home.

"Hello..." Harry took off his cloak and brushed the snow off his hair and beard, he looked at them with curiosity. "Moony! How're you doing?"

"I finished my treatment," Remus smiled so widely that the corners of his eyes wrinkled. "Mel felt a bit sick afterwards, so I brought her home."

"Sick?" Harry approached her promptly, placing a hand on her forehead.

"I'm fine now," she grinned.

Harry looked at Remus. "Thank you for looking after her while I was gone."

"Not a problem! And if you need help again, feel free to send an owl."

Remus patted Harry on the shoulder as he walked past. The Auror accompanied him to the door and Mel pushed the blankets off, hurrying to their bedroom upstairs and searching for something through their stuff.

"Mellow?" Harry called.

"I'm here!" She hid the item behind her back and waited for him.

The young woman heard his steps going up the stairs, then she saw his figure standing outside the room. He looked worried when he walked in. "Hi," he eyed her carefully. "You're acting oddly."

"You reckon so?" She smiled. "Why is that?"

"M'not sure..." he walked up to her. "You're sick?"

Mel's smile grew. "Tell me, Glasses... how much do you value your sleep?"

Harry raised a brow. "A normal amount?"

Mel's heart was so loud in her ears that she was struggling to form a coherent thought.

"Well, you still have a few months to enjoy it."

"What are you on, Mel?" He frowned.

"Close your eyes." Harry hesitated, but her gaze was bright and happy, so he did it. She turned his palms so they were facing up, and then she placed the soft material on them. "Open them."

He looked down and saw the small woollen sweater. Harry looked up. "Wait..." Mel just smiled at him. "Wait— are you..?"

"Yes!"

He blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Harry!" She laughed and cupped his face. "We're pregnant!"

It took him another moment to process the news, but when he did, Harry's arms wrapped around her and held her tightly. Mel could barely breathe, but she didn't let go of him either, and then Harry started to guide them to the bed, where her knees buckled and caused Harry to fall on top of her.

She laughed. "Careful! I'm with child!"

He kissed all over her face, Mel's chortles were the most beautiful sound he'd heard. With his arms still around his wife, Harry lifted himself a bit to look into her eyes. "You're sure about this?"

"I wouldn't've had sex with you if I weren't."

He grinned, lowering his face to kiss her. "I love you."

Mel caressed his face again, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb. "I love you too, Glasses. You'll be a fantastic dad."

He moved to look at the small sweater she'd given him, it was still in his hand.

"When did you buy this? It looks familiar..."

"It was mine and belonged to my father before me. My grandad sent it to my mum when I was a kid, and she gave it to me last year."

"Brilliant," Harry smiled, but she saw a shadow of something crossing his gaze briefly. "This is too big for a baby, though."

"I was five when I started using it, and I stopped wearing it until I was seven, a few months before meeting you, actually..."

He hummed in appreciation. "I'll look after the both of you, Mel. I promise."

She couldn't remember ever enjoying planning stuff this much. When they told their friends and family— that very same weekend, because they were too eager— everyone was extremely happy for them.

Hermione and Emily cried, Ron couldn't stop talking about how strange it'd be to see a little Mel or Harry running around their home. Their baby was something that was bound to get loads of attention, so they asked everyone to keep the secret.

The whole Weasley family knew, and Ginny told Luna, who told Neville, who in turn told Dean and Seamus— and the twins told Lee Jordan, and Angelina told Katie Bell, so by the time Mel and Harry asked them to keep it a secret, it was already useless.

Mel and Erick were back in the Ministry now that they no longer needed to supervise the treatments, it seemed that there were no side effects for anyone, so they could continue with the less fun part of it all.

They were empty-handed again, but that was a good thing at the moment. Erick wanted to spend time with his family, and Mel was going to need a few months to prepare for what was to come, it was better not to start any new projects now.

As soon as she set foot in the ministry, however, a bunch of reporters surrounded her.

"Dumbledore—"

"—Is it true you're having a baby?"

"Dumbledore, what does Harry think about this?"

"Mrs Dumbledore won't be giving any interviews," Erick stood in front of her, his tall figure was enough to push the others away. "Please abandon the premises before security kicks you out."

The reporters scattered against their will, some of them lingered a few feet away, staring at her middle as if waiting to see her stomach grow in size at any moment.

"We always knew it'd be next to impossible to keep it hidden..." she sighed.

Erick scowled at a reporter who locked eyes with him, the stranger rushed out of his sight. "Mr Greengrass won't mind it if you decide to go home. Finding the cure for Lycanthropy is enough to keep you employed for a while..."

"I won't have anything to do," Mel huffed. "I'll stay here and continue working, it'll keep my mind busy."

"This is your first pregnancy, Mel," the man insisted. "You shouldn't put too much pressure on yourself. I'm not saying you're weak or anything— just... well, the first time can be confusing, and scary."

"You know I've never been good at being patient," she said with a guilty smile. "And it's not like I haven't dealt with something like this before."

"But this time is not the same as before," he raised a brow. "It's your baby. If you want them to grow healthy and all, the first step is to treat yourself better."

Mel pondered his reply, she looked away with a grimace. "You're right..." she muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"What?" He smirked.

"You're right," she snapped. "I'm terrified, alright? Just thinking about it makes my hands sweat..."

"You're lucky we're neighbours, Anne can help you out!" Erick said blithely. "You'll have to put up with her chatter, though. I love it, but maybe you're not as fond of talking as you used to be..."

"Just because I stopped talking so much doesn't mean I don't enjoy listening," she argued. "I love Anne's chatter..."

"Harry will be all over you for the next few months. He's always been all over you," Erick rolled his eyes. "But now it'll be worse. Do you remember after the Yule Ball he started to tail you everywhere? Glaring at the boys who dared to look your way..."

"So cute," Mel's eyes brightened at the memory. "I hope our baby gets his eyes..."

"Right, I forgot you're as loony as your husband," he wrinkled his nose. "I'm already pitying your child."

"I pity your girls if you don't show how much you love them."

"Oh, you know I spoil my daughters," he laughed. "And I worship the ground Anne walks on, everyone sees it."

Mel couldn't help her smile. "I always thought you'd be the strict parent..."

"Nah, I always knew I'd be soft as a cloud."

"But sir—!"

"I don't want to hear it, Dumbledore."

"I can do it!"

"I got a direct order from the Minister himself to give you a whole year to look after your baby."

"Well, you can tell Kingsley to—"

"Mel," Mr Greengrass warned her. "Kingsley knows you. We all do. If we don't force you to stay home, you'll come to the Ministry up until the day of your child's birth."

Mel wished people would stop fretting so much about her. She was strong, a pregnancy wasn't going to be that hard to go through, right?

"What if I refuse?"

Her boss's face showed one of his usual smiles: discrete, but very telling.

"We foresaw the possibility."

"And?"

"Your husband is picking up your stuff from the office with Mr Flint's help, he'll take you home as soon as you leave this room," he grabbed an envelope and handed it to her. "That's a whole year's salary, plus your Christmas bonus. Good luck."

She stammered a reply, then realized that for the first time, she'd lost a fight. No one was going to support her, everyone wanted her to take a break and enjoy her pregnancy instead of making it more challenging.

She couldn't see how a pregnancy could be fun, even if Anne and Tonks always looked happy during theirs. Perhaps she only needed time, and the morning sickness was bound to diminish after a while, anyway. She hoped so, at least.

"Harry agreed to this?" Mel said at last.

Mr Greengrass smiled again. "He was the one who got Kingsley to talk to me."

The witch sighed. "I'm not even surprised. Very well, I can't do anything to convince you to keep me here, I suppose."

"No."

"I guess... I'll see you next December?"

"January," he corrected.

Mel and Harry decided to host the New year's party for all of their friends. They were well aware it'd be a while before they'd be able to do this again once their baby was born, so naturally, they offered to host every future gathering for the next six months.

Regulus, who Mel thought was going to react terribly to the news, decided that if he couldn't have a real brother, having a nephew was the best next thing. He wanted Mel's baby to be a boy.

"Can I be the godfather?" He asked her one morning, he and Teddy were staying for the weekend.

Mel laughed. "You're too young to be a godfather, Reggie."

"I'll be the godfather," Erick replied.

He and Anne were spending more time at the Potter's now that Mel was pregnant. Anne thought that Mel wouldn't suffer if she had company, which was true. Mel was a highly social person, and being isolated from her friends was irritating.

"No you won't," she snorted.

"What?" He looked at her. "You said I would be!"

"I said you'd be the godfather, but I never said it'd be the firstborn!" She exclaimed. "You made me wait until your third baby, so I'll do the same."

"It wasn't on purpose," he pouted.

"I know," she rubbed her belly happily. It wasn't big yet, but she was starting to feel a bump. "But you know me, if I get a chance to torture you, I take it."

"That's not nice," five-year-old Emily glared at her, she was seated next to Teddy and had Grey on her lap.

"That's alright, she's allowed to annoy your father," Anne replied calmly, she was helping Elizabeth to tie her shoes. "Daddy teased her a lot when they were younger and now he's facing the consequences."

"I didn't tease her that much! Do you know who did it? Fred and George! And I don't see them being mistreated the way I am!"

"That's because I don't see them often, but they'll get their part of the punishment, don't worry," she joked.

"Can we take Grey to the garden? I promise I won't let him bring mud inside," Regulus looked up at her imploringly with his stormy eyes.

"Come back before lunchtime— and look after Ellie!"

Regulus helped the little girl to leave the house and Emily carried Grey outside while Teddy grabbed a whole plate of biscuits and rushed out of the kitchen yelling at the others to wait for him.

Mel stared at the small group with lots of love. She'd been Regulus's age when she and Harry had first met, so she wondered if Regulus had already met his future partner— perhaps one of the kids he'd befriended at school? He was popular, their mother would get calls from little kids inviting Reggie to birthday parties all the time, Mel had never been invited to one of those at his age.

She would've been jealous if she hadn't been so happy for him. He deserved a happy childhood, and he was living it to its fullest.

"I'm home!" Harry entered the house but didn't take off his cloak, he'd gone home early that day because Mel had a doctor's appointment, and he always made space in his schedule for those.

Mel picked up her stuff. "We'll come back soon— feel free to eat and watch the telly if you want— and don't let Regulus eat the yellow flowers!"

"What?" Anne and Erick asked in bewilderment.

"He says they taste like honey," Harry explained. "Make sure he stays away from the bush— let's go, Mel."

Daphne ended up being her doctor since she was the only healer they could trust now that everyone wanted to know about their pregnancy.

"Anything we should worry about?" Mel asked her.

"Everything seems in order," she replied. "Are you having weird symptoms? Something bothering you?"

"No," Mel responded.

"Very well..." her friend frowned as she got closer to the papers in her hand. "Oh."

Harry's hand tightened around Mel's. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Daphne observed the images carefully and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, look at that!"

"Care to share your discovery with us?" Mel urged her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she laughed. "You see that?"

Mel and Harry looked at the images on the file, they didn't understand them, and it wasn't that exciting to look at the tiny dots when they didn't even look human.

"Is it bad?"

"That depends," the blonde woman responded. "Those dots— you see them? Those are babies."

"Babies?" Harry blurted out in shock.

"Twins."

"TWINS?" Mel tried to stand up but Harry put a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't... but we... none of us is a twin!" She stammered. "Our families never had twins! R-right?"

She looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Don't look at me! I'm an orphan!"

"So what?" Mel scowled. "You have a cousin! Ask him if you have any distant relatives—"

"Why are you so sure it's me? It could be you!"

"My parents were only children! Your mum wasn't!"

"She wasn't a twin, and my dad was an only child, too!"

"It's not the end of the world," Daphne tried to intervene, slightly nervous about their reaction. "It'll be okay! The only thing that's going to change now is you'll need to buy twice as much of everything... heh..."

"Good thing you're rich, Potter," Mel replied sarcastically.

"Good thing your boss paid a whole year in advance," he retorted in the same way. "And you wanted to continue working! Imagine you walking around with twins—"

"Okay, you win! I'll be careful..." she rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Twins, I tell you..."

"We're having twins," Harry tried —and failed— to hide his amusement.

Her mood changed drastically, the expression on his face making her giggle.

"Twins," she repeated in the same tone. "Just our luck, isn't it?"

Harry kissed her hand.

"Okay...." their friend stared at them, unused to the couple's interactions. "We need to change a few things, but you'll be fine, Mel."

"I know that," she squeezed Harry's hand.

"Are you sure you're okay, Mily?" Remus grinned.

Mel's mother was in shock. "You mean to tell me... that you're having two babies?" She was staring at them with wide eyes. "Two of you?"

"Yes, mum," she replied with a grin.

"Two little yous," Emily insisted.

"Don't say it like that," Harry scolded her. "We're not that terrible, are we?"

"No, I agree with her, it sounds like a nightmare," Remus hummed. "You were messy toddlers."

Emily shivered. "Oh, but you were also lovely, the both of you... lovely kids! I can't believe you're having two babies! Oh, I'm going to be the Grandmother of two babies! That was fast!"

"Ah, that's the real problem, then," Mel teased her. "What's the matter, Granny? You don't like being a grown adult?"

"I'm only forty-four, you prat," Emily glared at her. "I have an eight-year-old son!"

"Yeah, but our kids will call you grandma anyway."

"No, they won't," she said stubbornly. "They'll call me Emily just like everyone else."

"Harry!" Mel rushed out of the bathroom excitedly, Harry jumped to his feet with wide eyes.

"Don't do that!" He stopped her. "What if you trip from running out like that?"

"Oh, it's alright!" She brushed it aside. "Look!"

The young woman pulled up her blouse to reveal her middle. Harry didn't understand what his wife was showing him at first, then his eyes landed on the small bump forming near the end of her belly.

"See that?" Mel asked giddily. "It's finally showing! About time, don't you think? One would think that with twins the belly would grow twice as fast..."

Harry was looking at her stomach with an uneasy stare, Mel felt small and as if she'd done something wrong.

"I'm sure it's normal," she added shyly, "I'm joking, of course, you know that what I have in brain I lack in patience... Harry?"

He sank on the edge of their bed, Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry..." he kept his eyes closed. "I haven't been honest."

She pulled down her blouse and approached him. Mel reached out and ran a hand through his hair, Harry immediately leaned into her touch.

"I know," she sighed. "Are you ready to talk about it?"

Harry wasn't even surprised, of course she knew. That's what decades of knowing a person does. "I tried to ignore it..."

Mel sat down next to him and held the hand that was holding his glasses, she rubbed his wrist encouragingly.

"You know, most of our worries are a mix of imagination and bad experiences, but we know ourselves, and that's always good. We know where to draw the line between reality and fantasy."

"But what if knowing doesn't help?" Harry insisted, looking up at her with his bright emerald eyes. "I didn't have caring tutors looking after me most of my childhood, I was mistreated most of my life... what if I'm not a good father because of it?"

"C'mon, Glasses," Mel stroked his cheek. "You really think you'll be as cruel as your uncle?"

"No!" He said right away. "But I... I have no clue of what's coming— and when I think about our babies I... I get really scared. It's the second time in my life I feel this way."

"Second time?" She raised a brow. "When was the first?"

He shook his head. "When I told you I loved you for the first time."

"You mean that time you fell over the fence?"

He chuckled. "Yes. I knew I loved you, and I knew you loved me— but I was scared 'cause I didn't know if you'll take me anyway, so much had happened..."

"But it turned out okay, right?" She said. "Look at us now!"

Harry fixed his gaze on their intertwined hands. He couldn't brush off his discomfort, so she added more to her reply.

"You're not facing this alone. You're not the only one who's becoming a parent, you know? And after all, I'm the one that's going through physical changes, I should be freaking out more, don't you think?"

"That's true," he looked guilty. "I'm acting like this is all about me—"

"Stop," she cupped his face. "You're allowed to be scared, and I'm not telling you to suck it up and be a man— All I'm saying is, we have each other, so let's take advantage of that."

"How?"

"Well," she kissed his nose. "I'll borrow Erick's books on parenting and pregnancy and all that— and you can write to my mum and ask her to re-teach us to change diapers, prep bottles and what not, I'm sure she's got lots of tricks— Tonks and Remus as well— if we study the theory and then put it to practice, we'll have it all under control!"

"I s'pose..."

"You're also lucky we're surrounded by babies," she added, "we can borrow Josie for a weekend to see what is like! What do you think?"

Harry nodded. "I'd like that. She's our goddaughter anyway, we should have her around before we're too busy— Teddy as well."

"I'll write to their parents, then," she got up.

Harry caught her wrist and put his glasses back on.

"I love you," he said. "You always know what to do when I'm being stupid."

"Harry," she grinned, "I could say the same thing."

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The Nightbeast

Don’t point (or gesture at all really, but specifically point) at the moon. Else the moon will think you’re planning on stealing her, and she’ll send her beasts after you. In the morning they’ll find nothing but scraps of cloth and animal prints, too large to be natural. 

Long ago there were two moons in the sky. And they weren’t really moons, because if you watched patiently you would see the moons slowly disappear out; as if it were two eyes, slowly blinking at you. The giant nightbeast never interfered with folks so folks never interfered with her. Until one day rumors spread that some witch was making a spell, a really powerful one, and she needed a special ingredient. Some folks heard it that she was planning on going after the nightbeast. 

No one thought she was really going to do it. Half the folk thought she weren’t really making a potion, and it was all scuttlebutt. But one night when the moons were big and bright and full and the stars were all shining, there was a terrible sound. It echoed over the oceanfront, and the buildings trembled. The birds screamed and the dogs howled. People thought the world was ending, and it felt like it almost did what with the giant waves that crashed into the ports. 

Finally, the world went quiet. Folk were so busy getting ahold of their nerves and their beasts and raging at the destruction of their livelihoods, they near missed it. There were only one moon in the big dark sky now. One single harsh-looking crescent, when before people had gone to bed there had been two lovely round disks. 

They didn’t know what to do, so they went to the witch. She greeted them with a glassy, white eye, hanging from her neck. Well obviously, folks could do a bit of short thinking. They knew she’d gone and taken the eye from the nightbeast. Some were scared that the beast would take its terrible anger out on everyone, they wanted to take the eye back in hopes of appeasing the night. Others were scared the witch would kill them afore they could do anything about the eye. 

One fellow, brave some called him, but stupid is what my grandad said, snuck into the witch’s house one morning. He knew that witches do their work best at dusk and night, so he waited till he thought she was sleeping. He snuck in with plans to kill the witch and take the eye back. 

Well, one man, a boy really, against a witch who’d stolen from the great nightbeast isn’t much of a fight, is it? The whole harbor could hear his wails and screams for days. No one dared go near her home. The trees and vines that grew around it got darker and seemed to swell. They grew strong, and barbs that leaked some black goo began to protect the house. When folks heard nothing more from the boy and the witch, his family held a burial, without his body. They thought him dead. 

But then, strange things, well, stranger things, began to happen around the town. Streaks of bloody claw marks appeared on building walls. Small game, rabbits, birds of prey, even a young deer once, showed up in alleyways, torn apart, half-eaten. Town thought a seacat had come up from the coves, but the fishermen insisted that they’d never seen a seacat with paws as big as these marks. Never seen a seacat only half consume its prey. 

Whispers went around town that the witch had cast a curse on the boy and turned him into her pet beast. She’d taken the nightbeast’s eye to make a foul spell or hex, and the boy had been her first experiment. Next she’d be planning on cursing the whole town. Folks even talked about moving away. They never did. We never do. But the things that tie us here . . that’s a different story of course. 

Anyway, turns out folks were dead wrong about the witch and the beast. At the next full moon, with only one unblinking eye staring down at us, a woman were telling some visiting seafolk about the nightbeast and the stolen eye. She waved her hand enthusiastically at the sky, caught up in the momentum of her story. 

Folk later said they could hear her screams, mingled with something else; almost human sounding. Almost sounding like that stupid boy who’d tried to kill the witch. The next morning all they could find of the woman were scraps of her shirt, and great big pawprints in the muck and blood. 

Some say that if you die trying to do something good for the nightbeast, or the Moon gods, or in service to the stars, the nightbeast might bless you and turn you into one of its own land guardians. They say never to gesture at the moon, otherwise you’ll make the nightbeast think you’re planning on stealing its one good eye, and it’ll send its own beasts after you. 

That old witch’s house still exists. It's at the heart of that big bramble forest, up on the hill out of town. Course, the brambles and trees grew so big and dark, you can’t see the house anymore. But it's definitely there. I’ve a cousin who got close enough to touch the brambles; she wears a thorn she cut off around her neck for good luck.

[pettania]

By Valeriy Shpychka. The memories of Holodomor (murder by hunger)

March 1933, village of Helmiaziv, Cherkasy region

My great grandmother Khrystyna (the right-hand side on the picture), has died right on the street, under someone’s fence... Two days after some people have told my great grandad about that who took her body and buried her properly, as it supposed to be. He has taken all the gold accessories, which were still on her body (no one has stolen anything) and walked to the town of Kaniv to exchange it all for a small sack of rusks. It is a totally different story of how he managed to bring it home mostly walking at nights, while he could avoid being caught by the patrol. So, after he has brought it home for his 3 daughters, he buried it straight away right in his own house and was secretly feeding those to his starving children by tiny portions at night, when nobody could see them.

Later they still caught him, when he was carrying home some food from a collective farm for the children, - and shot him dead immediately. When it got warmer in spring, there were appearing of young roots in the ground, insects etc- so some people did manage to survive. My grandmother, Tetiana is one of them. The only one of the whole family, a 12 y.o. girl. The rest of the family has died the same winter. I was 15, when I heard those stories and the hair on my head was moving…

None of us, living nowadays, could even come close to imagining what it is- to starve…

At first there could be pets- cats and dogs. Later- mice, worms, plant roots. But the worst time was at the end of winter, when even the fruit tree bark was already eaten. People were eating their own children, going mad from hunger… All of those horror stories I heard not on the TV, but from a real witness, my relative.

I will never forget, will never forgive!

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

here you go - 🍈

Thanks for the ask @ashesandhackles...this did get away from me a little...

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Making me choose just one blorbo isn't fair! I've honestly thought about this all day and finally decided to go with the expected and say Ted Tonks.

I have so many HCs about Ted that I haven't written yet, so buckle in here we go.

He is the child of a single mother who was only 18/19 when she fell pregnant with him. His grandfather threatened to kick her out when he found out she was pregnant, but his Nan put her foot down and refused to put her daughter and grandchild out on the street.

The moment Ted was born his Grandad fell in love, and any threats or awfulness that had happened up until then was forgotten.

Ted is named after his grandad (Edward) and they lived with his grandparents for the early years of his life, so he was very close to them both.

His mum got a job in a dress shop as a seamstress and eventually started earning enough to rent the flat above the shop from the owner. She and Ted moved there when he was about five.

He showed signs of magic quite early, but they were pretty subtle and easily waved off as odd coincidences.

He grew up getting into a lot of fistfights, especially when other kids would make comments about his mother being unmarried.

Someone scratched Mudblood into his trunk on his first night at Hogwarts. He never fixed it, he learnt long ago that people can call you all sorts of names, but you should be proud of where you come from.

He is a few years ahead of Andromeda at school, so they don't actually interact there.

I love the thought of them meeting properly as adults outside of school. When they're both a little bit more mature (but still very, very stupid).

Skipping a bit here because I've written a lot of this in my Tedromeda series.

I need to write this story, but basically after Andromeda runs away with Ted and her family finds out who he is, they throw their weight around and he loses his job at St Mungo's. He struggles to find work after that because Cygnus Black won't be made a fool of and blocks any attempts of Ted finding magical work, so he ends up working construction in the muggle world for awhile.

Eventually he starts a small healing practice, at first helping elderly witches and wizards so they can stay in their own homes as they grow older, but then growing to help with magical families and their illnesses and injuries that aren't bad enough to go to St Mungo's, especially amongst Muggleborns who don't really have anyone to turn to to learn how to treat magical illnesses. Basically a travelling GP for the magical world.

He and Andromeda are never wealthy, but they earn enough to have a comfortable cottage, and they have no regrets in their lives.

Ask Away

[godesssiri]

Thrifting Philosophies 4

Cheap is good - free is better

My Grandad gave me the 1 non-ugly furniture piece I had when I left home, the one thing I haven’t replaced with something better in the years since. The drawers from my childhood bedroom were too big for the tiny place I was moving into, so I asked around my family for a small set and Grandad came through with a set that had been shoved into his garage when he downsized and no longer had space for them, I was told over a decade later that they were the drawers my mother and aunt shared in their childhood bedroom – those drawers could have been sent to a thrift store when Grandad went into a rest home but because I asked for them they’re still in the family and my mother and aunty get to see them and reminisce about sharing a bedroom.

If you need a [object] ask around if anyone has a [object] that would serve. Family, friends, neighbours are all great resources for free/cheap furniture. My dining chairs came out of my stepdad’s mother’s garage, my bedside table came from a forgotten corner in my mother’s porch, I have a gorgeous Art Nouveau console table that my aunt didn’t have space for anymore, I always loved my great aunt’s hope chest, so she gave it to me before she went into care. Just ask if you need/want something that someone you know no longer has use for. Volunteer to help when people are downsizing or having a clear out because there’ll be stuff they don’t want to take with them, and it’ll often give them impetus to make the decision to get rid of a piece if they know you want it and will value it. And like the drawers from my Grandad’s garage, they’ll carry memories, and you’ll feel that you’ve saved those memories from being lost.

I have several lovely family heirlooms that came to me rather than anyone else in the family simply because I put my hand up and said, ‘Can I have that one day please?’. I didn’t get those things straight away but when the owner was ready to let them go, they already knew I would value them so they were happy for them to come to me. The cool thing about loving and valuing second hand is that you become known as The One Who Can Be Trusted With Heirlooms and people give you all sorts of lovely old things because they know you’ll look after them. I’ve had older relatives quietly pass me things, bypassing their own children, because they know that their heirloom would just be shoved into storage in their kid’s houses but in my house it will be displayed and/or used and loved. I even get passed things by acquaintances and even strangers because they want something treasured to go to someone who will appreciate it, my real estate agent gave me a mirror that belonged to her mother, my mother’s friend’s daughter’s Tae Kwon Do instructor gave me her mother’s crystal rose-bowl (yeah read that chain again, I had never met the woman but she had been told about me).  

You can also keep and eagle eye out for things left on the side of the road. Things in dumpsters, if the dumpster is outside someone’s house then please ask them before you take stuff. Watch Marketplace and/or community free stuff pages online. Some thrift stores will put a free box outside filled with bits that they don't think are worth anything and you can take any treasure you find in there, sometimes people having garage sales will do the same. There's a huge amount of stuff out there that people no longer want and they don't think it's worth it to try and sell and often it just needs a little TLC to make it into the perfect thing for your home.

My previous thrift post

[emmerrr]

it will be 5 years this october since my grandma died. the first christmas after she passed, my grandad made copies of some home movies from about 1960-1977 for his children and all the grandchildren.

i finally sat down to watch it today. i haven’t managed to until now, i’ve had a weird mental block about it. i just couldn’t bring myself to do watch it; i was never in the right frame of mind because i had no idea what kind of effect it would have on me. and now that i’ve watched it, i just feel so incredibly moved by my own family history.

my grandma was notoriously camera shy in life, and it was no different in the videos. she appears sparingly, but even though she’s a version of herself here that i never got to meet as they were all taken well before i was born, all of her gestures and the way she laughed (even though there was no sound) was all so painfully familiar to me. i miss her a lot.

seeing my dad and aunt as children and spanning up to their later teenage years just hits different in a video than it does in a photograph. seeing how much of my grandparents i can see in both of them, how much of me and my brother i can see in my dad and how much of my cousins i can see in my aunt. getting to see meg, the one-eyed staffy my grandparents had that i never got to meet because she died before i was born, but that i grew up hearing stories about. and there she is, running around with the biggest stick i’ve ever seen in her mouth that she won’t let go of for anyone.

and my grandad -- not being able to hear what he’s saying but being able to tell from the look on his face that he’s telling some terrible joke, because i recognise that look; i’ve seen it throughout my whole life.

it’s his 91st birthday tomorrow. he’s not been doing so well lately, the kind of aches and pains that unfortunately come with age. maybe that’s what made me finally watch the tapes, not knowing how much time we might still have with him, but wanting to have seen them while he’s still here.

but even when he’s not, i can still see him with his children when they were young. and then i can see him in the tapes that my dad took when i was little, when my grandad made hurdles in the garden for my brother to jump over out of upside-down plant pots and a stick, that he then dutifully lifted me over because i was too small to make the jump but wanted to join in. i can watch him patiently endure me clambering all over him, holding me up in the air while i sang a little song that i made up about whatever i’d been doing that way.

i can watch those videos whenever i want.

god, what a gift.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Dani I’m slightly/mildly irritated/pissed off

So like I love my grandparents. They’re weird, eccentric, not sure how they’re still married cos they’re honestly neurotic. My nanny is a worrier and my grandad is a teaser but we usually get on quite well

Recently my nanny has been making comments about my eating habits. E.g. I was at a party and ate two chocolates (small pebbles sized) and she warned me away from a third and made some comment about dying of a stroke if I eat too much chocolate. Then at the end of the party I took another 2 chocolates and she said that I couldn’t finish my (very sweet) cake but I cld eat more chocolate

Then the other day It was Father’s Day so my grandad got some chocolate and my nanny can’t eat it, and she was like ooh I can’t eat that so I said if you need someone to share it with then I’m available, and then my grandad makes a joke abt how he’s worried abt my intestines, which is clearly a joke and he’s just messing cos he does that, then my nanny goes on to say she’s worried abt my arteries

My parents are NOT happy. Like she did this to my auntie and it gave her issues. I don’t think I’m overweight or unhealthy and I eat quite healthily for my age really, so I’m less self conscious and more just upset and annoyed that she’s acting like this and being judgmental

The icing on the cake is that I wanted to go see them for a chat today cos I was in the area, so I stopped by and we had a nice chat, and they offered me a fruit bar that I didn’t really like, but I wasn’t really hungry anyway, which I said.

Then my grandad got out his chocolate, and before he could say anything she immediately shouted NO SHES NOT HUNGRY

Like bro, let him offer me a chocolate. He did, i accepted, feeling like a terrible person, when he offered me another one later on I felt obliged to refuse so clearly it is affecting me, Although im not concerned abt my health just abt being judged

And then I was discussing how I’d finished two books today, and she goes off with, how much of the Bible did you read? And goes off on a long rant about how I need to be reading the Bible and basiaclly making me feel worthless for something SOO many people really struggle with. I’m kind of annoyed I didn’t tell her I was considering atheism (which I’m not, but the look on her face would have been hilarious) and this whole time she’s almost shouting at me, I think my grandad is just tryna wind me up and he goes, ‘oh I’d read the whole Bible by the time I was 16 and I was disappointed I took that long’

Thanks grandad, lovely way to make me feel good abt myself

Like seriously, you think that’s the way to encourage someone to read their bible? By looking down on them? Smh

And their judgement isn’t doing anything to help our relationship either. Like there are some things I disagree with my family on, and I’m willing to accept it and move past it and love them regardless, as long as they’re not hurting people, but I’m finding it hard to like them when there’s all this judgment.

My parents are pissed abt this as well and my mum apologised to me for their behaviour (not her fault)

It’s been going on for a while really, like I asked for an inspirational quote poster for my birthday or something and it was a read your Bible reminder, and it’s sort of nice? Except it makes me feel shit every time I see it and doesn’t work at all 😂

And then the time she bought me the same book two years in a row - which I still haven’t read, because I’m a fiction nerd and honestly 😭

Sorry to bother you, really needed to rant for the third time today or smth ha

Ay don't worry about it. I hope venting made you feel better.

I'm glad you have your parents on your side tho.

PS - If it were me, I'd eat chocolates every time I was in front of her just to piss her off. Then also send her pics of me eating chocolates :)

[amplesalty]

Halloween 2022 - Day 8 - Ghostbusters: Afterlife (2021)

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt...

As much as that 2016 reboot drew a lot of ire, there’s been a bit of a Ghosbusters resurgence in the last few years and it looks set to continue too. You had the re-mastering of the video game from 2009, this movie of course and there’s doing another game soon. Though, that’s one of those asymmetrical multiplayer games, think Left 4 Dead, Friday the 13th or Dead By Daylight, so it’s not one I’m overly looking forward to. Afterlife is something I didn’t get around to seeing when it came out last year so what better time to right that wrong?

It feels a little weird to me that we spend the opening 5 minutes of the movie watching Egon Spengler’s grisly demise. The movie does go the route that I and I think most everyone else would expect from a modern day sequel, that of a younger generation taking the mantle and almost having the whole thing bequeathed to them, but I just expected it to be a quiet off screen death. I suppose it does add a lot more drama to everything. I guess I had envisioned the family trying to sort through his belongings after receiving the news and maybe inadvertently finding this almost secret identity after everything had been swept under the rug or discredited. It does kinda play out that way but it’s painted more that the world just kinda moved on and forgot about the whole thing because the ghosts just pretty much went away. And Egon kinda discredited himself by going off the grid and sounded like a nutjob talking about the end of the world. Only, no one was ready to believe him so they just left him to it.

The movie kinda slowly pulls the curtain back about his identity but thankfully it’s not treated as some ‘aha!’ moment because it’s obvious from the outset who it is, even though they don’t have close-ups of the character you can get the idea from the Ghosbusters parphenalia, the big hair, the glasses etc. It would have been pretty insulting if they’d been like “It was Egon all along, gotcha!”

Plus the whole family resemblance thing is strong with young Phoebe Not just with the nerdy motiff and love of science but Mckenna Grace does an amazing job of nailing that very dry sense of humour mixed with a little youthful enthusiasm. She does tend to drive the humour a bit more where Egon was more a straightman, though, it’s more necessary for her since she is such a big focus of the movie where obviously Egon was in more of an ensemble and had others to share the workload with, especially Bill Murray.

She does have help though in her side kick of sorts, Podcast, named purely because he has a podcast. They have a fun dynamic, she’s the nerdy, reserved type where he’s more outgoing and ends up insisting his friendship upon her and she just sort of tags along. But their adventures lead them down the rabbit hole of discovering Grandad’s old gear including an old ghost trap that they let loose which isn’t the best of ideas.

It does certainly ramp up the weird goings on in town, like their summer school teacher taking a trip to the local Walmart only to find it swarming with Baby Stay Pufts.

For a split second, my eyes were rolling at this reveal because it seemed like such cynical merchandise bait, especially in the wake of things like Baby Groot and Baby Yoda. But they won me back round with the absolutely horrific scenes of these little guys just straight up murdering each other. Only, they seem to get some sadistic thrill out of it because even though they might be getting impaled with a skewer and set on fire over a grill, they still have these big smiles on their faces. Like Billy Gun on No Mercy on N64, you could put that guy in the Camel Clutch, break his back and make him humble and he’d still have a big, stupid grin on his face.

Oh, there is the small matter of one of the Vinz Clortho also being on the scene. Hey, at least you’re in the right place to defend yourself, just go grab one of the guns off the shelf and have at it.

Gosh, I really loved this one. In terms of what it’s setting out to do, I think they did a perfect job with it. If you’re trying to re-introduce this franchise to a new generation then it makes perfect sense to do it with this young adult skew to it. This is pretty much entirely Phoebe’s movie who seems to be early teens , older brother Trevor is around too but his love interest story is almost a little distracting at times. Like, you’re starting to get into this developing Ghostbusters comeback and then you’ll just get 5 minutes of Trevor’s attempts to try and woo one of the local girls. But it does start to tie in with some of the bigger plot points eventually.

Kids tend to like having that on screen analogue they can pictures themselves as so it makes sense to me to have these young characters they can get behind, but you’re also not leaving the grown ups shortchanged because there’s copius fan service throughout that they can appreciate. Right down to that weird helmet that they had Louis Tully wear whilst he was possessed or Egon’s collection of moulds, spores and fungi.

And of course, SPOILER ALERT, the remaining Ghostbusters makes their triumphant return to help save the day and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t marking out at that. Again, you could see it coming a mile off but it doesn’t make it any less awesome. Even if the whole Egon’s ghost joining in at the end came across a little weird again, granted they did have his Daughter involved with the production who gave her blessing but just seeing the CGI version of him irks me a little. Maybe down to the fact that they had all that time that they could have done that third movie but they never did. Then suddenly Harold Ramis pops his clogs and it’s all hands on deck. But, maybe that was the issue, maybe they thought they had all the time in the world to do it and it took his passing for everyone to realise that they really needed to sit down and sort this thing out once and for all.

In universe, did the original team need this moment? Probably not. There wasn’t really any threads left undone after the first two movies and, whilst it would have been nice to have more movies with these fun characters and creative settings, it’s not as if there were crucial story moments that needed closure.

But maybe the franchise did, the whole story about the third movie is a long and complicated one that people have discussed in great detail, such as James Rolfe from around the time the reboot was coming out and people were trying to paint him as another gate keeping, woman hating MRA type. Sure some of the planned story elements made their way into the 2009 game and that is seen as something of an unofficial third movie due to that and the involvement of the main cast, but after all this time it feels right to finally have this moment where they once again don their proton packs in order to vanquish evil.

And hey, now that you’ve got the nostalgia fest out of the way, you can move on with telling your own unique stories with these new characters or some other new team members with the original team chipping in from time to time as mentors.

So, yeah, maybe this is a lot of fan service and it does hit a lot of the same beats as the original, but I think it does enough to remix that into its own thing so it’s not just a carbon copy like a Hocus Pocus 2. The wider family drama angle feels like it gives the nostalgia some context so it comes across less like someone jangiling keys in your face saying ‘hey, remember this thing you liked?!’. Reviews seem to be fairly positive and there is a remake slated for next year which they bait for in the post credits with Winston re-opening the firehouse so I’ll be curious to see if they start to try and do their own thing now they’ve got this love letter out of their systems. But it’s a love letter I can get behind and it’s one I really loved. Great action, great comedy, great visual effects and I even got a little sentimental at the ending. What can I say? I don’t know what you’d call the trope but I’m a stickler for the old ‘friend swoops in at the last second to save the day’ thing.

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

Idk if you do one shots inspired in songs, but if so, Would you mind doing one with a Taylor Swift's song which is called "The 1"? With Mason Mount please

< i love taylor so much and i really hope i didn’t completely butcher this, but thanks for the challenge :) >

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

the 1

( WARNING: little bit of angst and fluff?, swearing )

word count: 1.8k

Things don’t often go as we expect them to, and it’s often incredibly difficult to replan your life around that massive change and adapt your lifestyle so you can — in reality — live again.

It’s like trying to find your feet when you’re in the air — it feels impossible but you know with time you’ll eventually meet the ground again.

That’s what it felt like when you and Mason broke up four years ago.

You were fresh out of uni and at the time, you really thought he’d be it for you, and honestly, so did he. A break up thrown into the mix of having to navigate adult life just seemed to put a huge stopper on all your plans; the holiday you two had both booked for a weekend away in Ireland, the meals out with friends that you had to cancel, and the house showings you were set to attend.

Looking back on your relationship now, you realise it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to end up with Mason. All the years and effort and time put into loving him were — without a doubt — some of the best years of your life (at that stage in life), and did you regret it?

Not one single bit.

But four years is the perfect amount of time to heal, remove the salt from the wound and finish grieving.

But he was here. In real life.

You’d imagined running into him in the supermarket or on a night out with your friends, but a bus stop?

That one was weird. Mainly because you both hated catching the bus with a burning passion.

But it lead to a catch up over coffee.

It was a quiet place, out of the way of the usual lunchtime hustle and bustle in the city, and for that you were grateful. You could hear your own thoughts.

It was awkward at first, you couldn’t keep your eyes from fixating on his figure, his features, because four years can really change a person. He was much broader, his hair a little shorter, but he was still that same Mason you once loved.

You knew that because the first thing he did when he sat down was offer you that cheeky, charming smile that had you hooked from the second you met.

He’d asked how you were, and you answered honestly: you were living well, your best life, and to the fullest. And you knew and he knew that it wasn’t a lie.

He could tell by the smile on your face and the new, sparkling band on your wedding finger. He half expected that blow to sting a little — that you’d found someone and he hadn’t, but he was never one to be bitter whatsoever, at least, not when it came to you.

Instead, he offered his congratulations and the only inkling of regret he held was not being there when it happened.

I guess you never know, never know,

And if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed,

And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow,

And it’s alright now.

There was silence after that.

You had one thing on your mind, and you knew by the way he was looking at you that he was also thinking the same thing.

You took a sip of your coffee.

He mirrored your actions, seemingly startled when you placed your mug onto your saucer, the chink of porcelain against porcelain echoing around the small shop cutting through the previous quietness.

“I think I hated you for a while.” You murmured, and if Mason wasn’t leant over the table slightly, he would’ve missed the statement completely.

He nodded in understanding, his brown eyes shining with the faintest hint of guilt.

“I think I was so frustrated with the idea that we just…didn’t work, and I blamed it on you.” You paused, fingers twisting your rings.

He paused, mulling over his words, “And now? Still hate me now?”

You bit back a small smile and met his eyes, “No…I think it’d take a whole load of bad shit to get me to hate you.”

He smiled.

“That’s good to know.”

“I mean, I think it was a long time coming anyway, that break up.”

“It didn’t feel right for a while.”

“No,” you agreed, “as much as it hurt to admit, I think we just failed…as a couple. There was a point where we were just together for the sake of not giving up on the relationship, but with no real reason to continue.”

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool,

And if my wishes came true,

It would've been you,

In my defense, I have none,

For never leaving well enough alone,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

He seemed to ponder over your words, and although he never voiced it, he came to the conclusion that you’d just put into words — perfectly — the itch that had been tickling his brain for the past few years.

“Despite that, you can’t deny that we weren’t something…” he started, before breaking off and shaking his head, as if the mere thought was ridiculous.

“We were something special. I think, had things stayed like they were in the beginning, that…you and I…” you waved your hand, tilting your head, and he nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Me too. I think…in another life we could have made each other happy. It would have been fun.”

The words ‘if you would’ve been the one’ echoed in your head, and despite the passive aggressiveness of your conscience, you found yourself holding back a smile.

“Water fights in winter and eggs with ketchup…perfect. I’d never have gotten tired of that.” You mused, and he spluttered slightly on his coffee, laughing along with you in what felt like a decade.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit,

Having adventures on your own,

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home,

We never painted by the numbers, baby,

But we were making it count,

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

“Then again, who knows? Maybe you’ll fall over in the airport and some lucky person will help you off the floor—”

“You’re about to say something cheesy, aren’t you?” Mason covered his mouth, scrunching his nose in anticipation as you nodded.

“All this nostalgic bullshit has me emotional! I swear, just this once…just this once, and I promise you can laugh about it afterwards.” You swore, holding out your pinkie for confirmation.

He didn’t hesitate, and linked your pinkie.

“You’ll find someone else. It’ll be love at first sight—hey, let me have this moment…maybe love at second sight, knowing you… you’ll go to some really magical place and have the most amount of fun you’re ever gonna have…hikes, skydiving, looking after animals I’m sanctuaries…you’re gonna have the time of your life — like Grey and Swayze.” You sniggered, unable to hold in your laughs at the ridiculous scenarios.

Mason pulled a face, unable to hide a smile.

“Okay, okay. End of story: they’ll be perfect. The Chandler to your Monica or the Robin to your Ted. But, you understand what I’m talking about, right?” You asked, sighing out of frustration.

“You’re saying I’ll find my person.” He concluded, sitting back in his chair.

“Yeah.”

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family,

And it would've been sweet,

If it could've been me,

In my defense, I have none,

For digging up the grave another time,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

“Like…your grandma and grandad. I want what they have.” Mason smiled.

“They’ll be pleased to hear that,” you said, “I don’t think they’re quite over us yet. You were too…you at family meals. They fell in love with you too.”

This time Mason really laughed. Really laughed. He threw his head back and the people working at the counter turned to look at him, fighting their own smiles at his carefree nature.

What you’d said wasn’t even that funny.

“Too me? Thanks, I think?”

“Oh, that’s definitely a compliment. You’re too damn charming for your own good, it’s a problem. You should come with a warning label on your forehead: EASY TO LOVE.”

“That’ll solve a lot of problems.”

There was silence.

It was relieving to say the least.

“That whole conversation was about four years too late.” You said, pursing your lips.

“Better late than never.” Mason murmured, his eyes trained on you.

The pressure on your shoulders was lifted. All the things that needed to be said were said.

As time passes, the wound heals — sometimes, but in your case, that was true, as hard as it was to come to that conclusion — and it suddenly became easier to recall the loss of what might have been without bringing you back to wishing it would be again.

It was nice.

“Would it be totally inappropriate—”

“Not at all.” You interrupted, shrugging at his raised eyebrows.

“You didn’t know what I was going to say.” He chuckled.

“I’ll have you know that years of knowing you granted me the issue of knowing what you’re going to say,” You said, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

“What was I going to say?” He challenged, “If you get it right, I’ll get you tickets to the next game.”

You raised your brows.

“Confident, are we?”

He shrugged, a smug smirk on his lips.

“I don’t think it’s totally inappropriate to be friends.” At your words, he slumped in his chair, hands going to cover his face.

“No.” He groaned, repeating the word like a mantra as you pumped the air with your fist.

“Three tickets to the next game in the bag.” You bragged.

“Honestly.” He whined, peeling his hands away. “Why are you so difficult?”

“You offered the terms.”

“Why am I so dumb?” He rephrased.

“Ah, I'm afraid only you can answer that one.”

“The brain cells I have left don’t have enough energy to come up with an answer to a question as philosophical as that one—yes, it was philosophical to me, okay?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” You promised, putting your hands in the air in surrender.

“Just remember who’s going to give you those tickets, yeah?” He teased, sitting up.

“Abusing your power, nice move.”

“Oh…shut up.”

“Weak.” You coughed, trying to disguise the fact you said anything.

He looked straight at you, highly unimpressed by your tactics.

“Very original.” Was all he said.

“Is it supposed to be this easy?” You blurted out, spitting out the words before you could rethink the consequences of them being thrown into the abyss between you and Mason.

He knitted his brows together in thought.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, “but we were friends way before, it’s not hard to fall back into old habits. I think that’s why it’s so easy.”

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FAR FROM HOME PT.4

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Plot: Moving away from home had been a dream of yours. Finding yourself in Kildare, meant you were always bound to meet the infamous Rafe Cameron. What happens when finally he returns home?

Warnings: smut, mentions of death, unprotected sex (wrap it guys)

As you made your way to the exit of the club, you suddenly remembered leaving your small bag behind the bar with JJ.

“Go ahead and call a taxi, I’m just gonna grab my bag from JJ” you said, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. You could feel the urgency in yourselves, both just itching to go back to your place as fast as possible.

You walked behind the bar, grabbing JJ’s attention when leaning down to get your belongings.

“You’re leaving already?” He asked, deep down not being surprised at all.

“Can you blame me” you smirked, opening your bag to grab your phone.

“Well, he’s not exactly my type y/n” he chuckled.

You turned your phone on to see 23 missed calls, all from different members of your family. JJ noticed your face drop, eyebrows furrowing as you try to quickly call your mum back.

He stood there, watching for a few minutes as you spoke to your mum on the phone. He grabbed ahold of you when your phone fell from your hands to the floor, worried you were to follow. You stumbled into him, mouth immediately going dry from the sudden news.

“Y/n, y/n look at me” he spoke quickly, pushing your hair back from your face to directly look at you. He noticed you had completely disengaged your mind from your body, stuck in a trance of disbelief.

You couldn’t speak, words didn’t exist in your mind. You weren’t sure what to say, afraid if you uttered the words, then they would become true.

Rafe came looking for you once he’d been notified the taxi would be 10 minutes. He walked around the corner, excited for your plans this evening, only to find JJ trying to gain your attention. He rushed around behind the bar, and placed himself next to you.

“What’s wrong, what’s happened JJ?” He asked, panicked by your state in front of him.

“Fuck knows bro, she just got off the phone to her family” he said, running his hands through his hair once he was certain you were safely resting in Rafes arms.

You attempted to swallow, but there was nothing there. You pulled yourself out of Rafes arms, and grabbed a glass to pour yourself a drink. You scrambled through the bottles of drinks on display behind you, and picked out the first one you could grab. Unfortunately for your body, it was tequila.

You poured yourself a shot, and drank it straight away. You threw the glass into the sink, thankfully not too hard to smash it. You leant back on the bar, taking a deep breath in before finding the courage to speak.

“It’s my grandad, sorry, my great grandad.. he, um, he had a stroke this morning” you stuttered and sniffled, your mums words repeating themselves over and over in your head.

“He died” you whispered

Both boys took a deep breath, muttering a near silent ‘fuck’, knowing how much you’re being affected by this news. They both knew how much he meant to you, plenty of your childhood stories stemmed from adventures with him. He was your favorite person, and although he said he didn’t have favorites, you were definitely his.

“ I have to go back home. Shit, I don’t want to go home, not if he’s not there” you said at a whisper, looking at the floor in an attempt to hide the tear threatening to fall down your face.

Rafe pulled you towards him, forcing your arms to wrap around his waist. He didn’t know what to say, he knew nothing would make you feel any better in this moment in time.

“Let me take you home, cmon” Rafe spoke, collecting your belongings and taking your hand. JJ squeezed your arm, and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek. You leaned into it, thankful to have met such an extraordinary person.

The entire journey back to your place was silent. Rafes hand rested on your thigh as you kept your focus on the scenery outside the window. You were in a trance, time moving without you noticing. Soon enough, you’d arrived home. Rafe helped you inside, helping you out of your clothes and into pajamas. He pulled the duvet back and tucked you into bed. He started to walk away from you, but being alone is the last thing you wanted right now. You grabbed his hand, looking up at him delicately.

“Please don’t leave me” you muttered

“I’m gonna make a few calls and sort you out a drink, I won’t be long” he replied. Before he left, he turned your laptop on and brought up Modern Family, knowing full well it was your comfort show.

“Watch this, i won’t be long baby” he kissed your forehead before making his way out.

After about 35 minutes, he returned with two hot mugs, and snacks tucked under his arm. He allowed the food to fall out of his arms onto your bed, and placed the drinks down. Rafe got into bed next to you, opening the packs of Oreos for you to eat.

He pulled you into him, head laying on his chest to play with your hair.

“I’m scared, Rafe” you spoke, breaking the more than comfortable silence.

“I know baby, but I’m here for you always yeah? I’ll take care of you” He replied, placing yet another kiss on your head.

“I have so much to do” you said, scrunching your face up at the thought of it.

“I’ve sorted it for you. Brian knows you’ll be off for a while” he spoke in a relaxing tone.

“You did that for me?” You asked, moving to look at his handsome face

“Not only did I do that, I’ve booked our plane tickets for tomorrow evening” he spoke, popping an Oreo in his mouth

“Ours?” You questioned

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t have to come, I booked it just in case” he said, worried he’d pushed it too far.

“No, I want you there, thank you so much” you said, cuddling into him.

You both laid there in silence, finishing your drinks, then falling asleep in his arms. No matter what had happened, you were so happy you had Rafe to lean on. Never in a lifetime did you think you’d be so lucky.

——————————————

The next morning, you woke up to Rafe tapping away on his phone. He noticed you stir, and directed his attention towards you.

“Morning gorgeous” he said, kissing your lips.

“Morning, what’re you doing” you asked, rubbing your eyes

“Oh nothing, just making a checklist for today. Don’t wanna forget anything for you” he said. You adored how much this man had done for you in the past 12 hours.

After going home to pack his own things and arranging to work from England with his dad, he managed to get you both to the airport with an hour to spare. He dealt with everything, from checking in, security and making sure you’d eaten. You both wandered around for a bit, not really paying attention to anything as your heart was still breaking.

You boarded the plane, after scolding Rafe for paying for first class. His words were ‘I’m not having my girl sad and in economy, she’s gotta be sad and in first’ which allowed a small giggle to escape your lips.

The plane journey felt like days, like the earth was trying to torture you.

Once you’d landed, Rafe demanded you not to carry anything, instead he gathered all the luggage and transported it himself (all whilst pushing your hands away, and you insisting you were perfectly fine pulling your own case along. He unsurprisingly rejected your offer )

You exited the departure area in Heathrow, finally setting eyes on your parents. You ran up to them, pulling both in for a hug, something you’d missed the most. Yourself and your mum both had tears in your eyes, but quickly wiped them away realizing they’d never actually met Rafe before.

“Oh this is Rafe, Rafe this is my mum and dad, Sharon and Colin” you pointed. In true Rafe fashion, he shook your fathers hand and kissed your mum on the cheek.

“Lovely to meet you both.” He said, he didn’t come across as nervous, but knowing Rafe he’d probably been running this moment through his mind the whole plane journey.

It took about an hour to get back to your parents house. As soon as the car pulled onto the driveway, the front door flew open. Out ran your 16 year old sister, and 12 year old brother, yanking your door open to pull you out.

“Y/n!!!!” They screamed excitedly.

“Hey guys, oh I missed you so much” you said, pulling them in for a group hug.

“Ooo you bought a friend?” Your sister, Lily, smirked once she’d noticed Rafe, who was helping your dad with the cases.

“Yeah, this is Rafe, Rafe this is Lily and Fred” you introduced as he walked over to you three.

Once inside, you were knackered. It was around 11am, which is practically the middle of the night for you both. You notified everyone you were both going to take a nap, which ended up you and Rafe just cuddling in bed.

“Mum said everyone’s coming round later to discuss funeral plans” you said, breaking the silence.

“Okay, we’ll I’ll do whatever you want” he replied

“I need a shower, I reek” you commented, earning a low chuckled from Rafe.

“You go shower, I’ll sort out our cases” he said, slowly raising to stand you both up.

Once you’d had a shower, you re-entered the room in just your towel, which to no surprise caught Rafes attention.

You grabbed some joggers and a jumper to change into, Rafe trying hard to not be so obvious he was watching.

He walked over to you once you’d finished changing, adoration in his eyes. He’d never met someone who made him feel like this, like all he wanted to do was to take care of you. He grabbed your hairbrush from your bag and sat you on the bed.

You wondered what he was doing, until he ran the brush through your scalp. You both sat there in silence, a tear quietly running down your cheek. As you had your back to him, Rafe had only noticed when you raised your hand to wipe it away .

He chose not to speak, instead wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you into his chest. The action caused more tears to escape, and you both just stayed there in the moment for a while.

Once you’d both finished packing everything away, and Rafe had showered too, you made your way downstairs.

“Tea?” Your mum offered, as you both sat down on the kitchen stools

“Please” “yes please Mrs Y/L/N” you both said in unison,

“Oh don’t be silly, call me Sharon” your mum said, earning a small grin from Rafe.

You three stayed in the kitchen, catching up on all the gossip from in your small hometown.

“And how’s JJ and everyone?” Your mum asked

“They’re good, I’ll have to call them later to let them know we’re here safe” you replied, collecting the finished mugs and placing them in the dishwasher.

It wasn’t long before your family started arriving. You mum had prepped some small foods, like mini pizzas, sausage rolls etc. You hadn’t seen any of your family since you left, so everyone had a lot of questions for you, except you felt you had the same conversation with everyone.

‘How’s Kildare?’

‘Who’s this fine young man, your boyfriend?’

‘How long are you back for?’

‘We will have to come and visit soon’

Those questions were asked by nearly everyone, all gaining the same answers back.

A smile inhabited your face when you saw your cousin, Alice. She was the same age as you, practically growing up as sisters. She pulled you in for a hug, and you’d introduced her to Rafe. She raised her eyebrows at you, deciding to pull you aside, as much to Rafes dismay, to have a private chat.

“I’m so happy you’re back!” She said, pulling you in for yet another hug.

“I know, it feels so weird being here” you replied.

“We can talk about Kildare later, I wanna know what’s going on with hottie over there before he comes and steals you back” she spoke, nodding her head towards Rafe. Her comment causes you to let out a small laugh, knowing full well It wouldn’t be long before Rafe checked on you again.

“To be honest, I think we are just seeing where it goes. We both know what we want, so we aren’t rushing it” you spoke, honestly.

“All I’m saying is he has not stopped looking over at you, I know a man in love when I see one” she commented.

“In love? I don’t think so Al, keep dreaming”

“Ok y/n, whatever you say” she laughed, linking your arms to walk back into the party.

The evening felt very calm, everyone sitting around, eating, drinking, sharing old stories. You’d felt slightly normal. Sitting next to Rafe on the sofa, you leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, prompting him to pull you close. You looked across at Alice, her giving you a cheeky smile. After your conversation with her earlier, you started to wonder what she meant by ‘man in love’. I mean, he’s just worried about you, right?

You both went to bed once everyone had left, and you’d helped your parents clear up. He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and your head laid on his chest.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I really did want it to happen” you broke the silence, as he calmly stroked your hair. He was shocked at what you said, wondering where it had come from.

“What’re you talking about?” He asked, hoping you wouldn’t be apologizing for what he thought you were.

“You know, at the club. You were so excited and -“

“Oh shut up y/n, my main concern was making sure you were okay, we’ve got plenty of time to do all that” he said reassuringly.

“I do want to, ya know, do it. But maybe when everything’s calmed down a bit?” You asked

“Listen baby, we’ve got our whole lives for that, I’m ready whenever you’re ready” he kissed your forehead and rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“Okay, only if you’re sure” you said, not believing how perfect this man gets every day

“I’m positive. Now sleep, you’ve had a long day”

You and Rafe slept soundly in your childhood bedroom, together.

The next week flew by, spending your days showing Rafe the joys of England.

You took him on a tour of your hometown, showing him all the places that you have profound memories with, and the stories along side them. You took him out for plenty of lunches, he met your childhood friends and spent more time getting to know your family members.

You both went shopping, long walks with the dogs, and visited London for the day. You felt like a proper couple, and although you both hadn’t had the talk just yet, Rafe felt the same.

He held your hand, and when that wasn’t an option, he’d make sure you were close. You slept in the same bed together, sat on his lap (when there weren’t any free chairs), even at one point showered together. All these actions were continuously questioned by your mum, arguing that you both were, in fact, in a relationship, or at least acted like it.

The day of the funeral soon came around, and you wouldn’t of survived the day without Rafe by your side. Unknowingly to you, he carried what he deemed essentials in his blazer pocket. This included tissues, a small compact mirror, your mascara, and paracetamol. He took care of you like no one else had before, even when you’d nearly had a breakdown the day before because you couldn’t find the bracelet your grandad gave you for your 18th birthday. He had constantly been your rock, and you were forever indebted to him.

After the funeral, you had gone back to your parents to pack your bags, leaving your family at the wake. From the day you had, you just wanted to be on the first flight back home. Rafe helped you pack your things, insisting you just sat down whilst he did it for you. You refused to let him do that, so settled for passing your clothes and he packed them.

The next day you arrived at the airport with Rafe, saying goodbye to your parents and siblings. It wasn’t the best reason to of had to come home, but you’re glad you did. As much as you wouldn’t say it out loud, you missed your hometown terribly.

You and Rafe sat next to each other in first class. You’d started the journey listening to music, then switching to the downloaded episodes of Modern Family. After a few hours, you ordered a drink and a snack.

“You okay baby” Rafe asked, handing touching your thigh.

“Yeah, glad to be going home. God knows what’s happened to the flat” you chuckled.

“Thank you so much for this week, I’ve been so lucky to have you with me” you followed, giving Rafe a small smile.

“You don’t have to thank me, I know you’d do the same for me” he stated. It was true, you knew if Rafe needed anything, you’d immediately drop it everything to support him.

“Do you wanna have the talk?” You spoke, hoping he would accept

“Right now? Yeah, of course” He agreed, turning his body slightly to give you his full attention.

“I’m not sure where to start though, but thank you. You’ve been my rock recently, I don’t know how I’ll cope with anything else if you’re not there with me” you sighed.

“I wanna be there for you, whenever you need me. You’re incredible to me, my absolute dream. I want to take you on dates, and show you off around the island. Shit, y/n, before you moved here, I was at the lowest point in my life. I thought my life wasn’t worth anything, not with how my own father treated it. Every time I’d get high, I didn’t feel a thing. I numbed my feelings, because I didn’t want to feel the pain” he spoke, your eyes starting to water at his confession.

“When my dad found out about the drugs, and he sent me off, I thought ‘well shit I’ll just come back and know to hide it better’. So, at that party where I first met you, I had a bag in my pocket. I’d planned to just get fucked up and not remember a thing. But then you came along, with your stupid smile and cute ass accent and you made me forget, about the bag. I found it in my pocket when I was walking home and binned it, I didn’t crave it because I wanted to feel how I felt when I was with you.” His confession left you speechless.

“Ever since that first night, all I’ve wanted to do is feel with you, and be with you. That’s if you wanna be with me?” He asked, a hopeful look in his eyes

“I mean, that’s way better than anything I could’ve said” you chuckled. You leaned across to kiss him, Rafe meeting you half way across.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I’m excited for us” you smiled, wrapping your hand in his.

The remainder of the flight consisted on you both giggling away to each other, coming up with theories on how your friends are going to react to the news.

—————————————————

Once you’d landed, you both managed to get back to your place as quick as possible, wanting to finish what you’d started the last time you were on the island. Even though you and Rafe were both pretty exhausted, you’d found the energy for the activity you’d waited a long time for.

You knew JJ was at work, and had the whole place to yourself. As soon as you unlocked the door, Rafe had your legs wrapped around his waist, kissing you deeply as he walked you to your room.

Rafe let go of your thighs, allowing you to softly drop on top of your mattress. He pulled your shirt off, taking a moment to check out your chest.

“Fuck yeah” Rafe muttered under his breathe. His comment caused a small smile to form on your lips, quickly reaching to his top to pull it over his head. You both quickly finished undressing yourselves, leaving Rafe in his boxers and you in your bra and panties.

He started kissing you, slowing pushing you to lay down. You wrapped your legs around Rafes waist, pulling him in so you could feel how hard he was against you. This action caused a small grunt to be released from Rafes mouth, which give you a little satisfaction.

Rafe started grinding his hips against yours, making sure to tease you both. His hand start gliding down your body, reaching between you two to rub small circles over your most sensitive part. A moan left your lips, making you feel a smirk form on his face. He teasingly started to move his fingers faster, loving the way you reacted to his touch. Without warning, he moved your panties to the side and entered two of his fingers inside of you. The action caused your back to arch slightly, his fingers making you moan his name over and over.

“Oh god Rafe, faster” you panted, as he moved his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

Rafe nibbled on your neck as he moved his fingers in a godly manner, edging you closer and closer. His thumb ran over your clit several times before finally tipping you over the edge, causing your legs to shake and your moans to go higher. From Rafes point of view, the sight alone would be enough to get him off.

“Fucking hell that was beautiful” he commented, raising from you slightly to pull his boxers off. He positioned himself at your heat, teasingly rubbing his cock through your folds. The sensitivity caused you to jolt slightly, earning a small chuckle from Rafe.

He took your hands in his, raising them an inch above your head as he pushed himself fully into you. It stung at first, never having someone as big as Rafe fuck you before.

“Oh fuck yeah” he groaned into your ear. The vibrations alone elicited a moan from you.

“Oh.. fuck” you moaned as he fully entered himself into you.

“you okay baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure before carrying on.

“Not to be dramatic, but I really need you to fuck me. Like now” you whispered. Your comment was gladly accepted by Rafe, wanting to make your wish come true.

Without warning, he pulled out almost fully before slamming back into you. He repeated this action over and over, earning a loud moan from yourself every time.

“Fuck, oh yes Rafe right there” you moaned in his ear.

He continuously pounded himself into you, showing you no mercy.

“Baby you feel so fucking good for me” he groaned, releasing your hands as he started playing with you tits. Rafe sucked and twisted on your nipples all whilst at the same time relentlessly slamming into you.

You knew he wouldn’t last much longer by how his pace started slowing down and becoming more erratic.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” he moaned into your neck, his movements stilling, occasionally thrusting deep into you.

He pulled out, collapsing next to you with heavy breaths.

“Jesus, that was a long time coming” he said , pulling you into his chest.

You chuckled, starting to feel slightly sore from your endeavors.

You both laid there in silence for a few moments, just listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.

“It’s your birthday next week, isn’t it?” You spoke, breaking the silence.

“Yeah on Thursday” he replied.

“I suppose Topper will be having a party on Friday?” You asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“Probably” he chuckled.

As you laid there together, you couldn’t believe how much your life had improved since moving here.

It was the best decision you’d ever made.

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this  country  (  2017  -  2020  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  the  bbc  mockumentary.  trigger  warning  for  mentions  of  religion,  death,  sex.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“i like the underdog.”

“don't be a fucking dick.”

“everyone comes together on days like today and just forgets their utter hatred of each other.”

“everyone who's anyone's going to be there and there are people from my past that would love to see me slain.”

“there's a tea rooms there and under the counter they've got a panic button and if i take one step inside, they can press that. the police will be there in three minutes.”

"he whatsapped me the other day asking us to go laser quest with him and i ... well, i clicked on it by accident, didn't i? so he knows i've seen it."

"i mean, i get it, but it's not making me feel nothing."

“it's baffling. i'm baffled by the entire situation, if i'm honest.”

“what the actual fuck? what the actual fuck? you have fucking lost your head, mate. you have lost your fucking head.”

“when i get hold of you, i swear to god i will fucking deck you.”

"someone's just been throwing plums at my house. i'm going to kill them. i can't believe it. i can't believe it. all over this. plumming on here, plumming on that. plum on the sofa, look! there's nothing left that hasn't been plummed."

“i've had a target on my back since the day i was born.”

“thank you very much, enjoy your free potatoes.”

“do you know how small your brain is?”

“hogwarts is that way, dumbledore.”

“he used to say i looked like the puppet off the dolmio advert.”

“there's a kid crying over there. do you want me to...? i can tell him to shut the fuck up if you want?”

“he genuinely looked like a moomin.”

“on my first day of karate club, karate master goes to me, [name], i don't know why you're here because i can't teach you anything. if anything, you should be teaching me." and just gave me his black belt.”

“you know that little old blind man? yeah, when i was punching him in his face, the lens from his glasses broke and cut my knuckle.”

“some things are just best left in the past, where they belong.”

“what's the point in knocking if you're just going to walk in anyway?”

“it was a miscarriage of justice though, cos what people forget is 12 out of them 20 hostages actually found it funny.”

“i lied so much i still don't know what's real life and what's plain lies.”

“i'm so glad you're out of that lying phase.”

“he likes to be the only person on the road, so whenever he sees a car coming the other way he just pulls over.”

“nasa went through hundreds of them in the '60s. and now every time i see a really bright star in the sky i can't wish on it, cos in my head i'm thinking, ‘that's probably just a spacecraft with some monkey bones in it.’”

“you absolute traitor. that's my cheese - it's my fucking house!”

“don't you dare eat that cheese. you eat that and i will smash this. i promise you, i will smash you with this.”

“fuck! you switched them!”

“yeah, i can see it's fucking burnt, sherlock.”

“i honestly am ashamed to know him, sometimes.”

“if you knock on someone's door, don't take no for an answer. get into their house. if they say, ‘leave my house’, stay. and if they say, ‘i'm going to call the police’, you walk upstairs and see if there's anybody else upstairs to sell to.”

“she looks like uncle fester.”

“right. i'm going to piss in their flowers, then.”

“you really need to go home. your mum's called the police and everything.”

“you're also fired from being my best mate, by the way.”

“in business, there will always be setbacks. i don't drink my own juice, fray bentos doesn't eat his own pies. but that's business.”

“do you know what, i don't actually want to play this any more, because it is actually very, very boring.”

“i'm ashamed of myself, that's not usually me, so don't get the wrong impression.”

“i genuinely think one of them fancies me as well.”

“it's fate her moving across the street.”

“the problem with finding a girlfriend in the village is that most of the girls you meet round here are old-age pensioners.”

“yeah, i am looking for a relationship, but thing is i've just got so many trust issues, yeah, with being fucked over massive in the past, so no matter how much i get close to someone now i'm thinking in the back of my head, ‘shit, am i going to get fucked over?’ because i've been fucked over in the past massively. my last relationship proper fucked me up.”

“i went through a really dark phase. listening to papa roach and just blowing everything up with them little french bangers.”

“shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!”

“i don't like the man. i know he's my uncle, but i don't like him.”

“it's just malicious lies, that's all it is.”

“i'm not saying i've got a cruel heart, but if she ain't willing to take me as i am rather than the monster i've become, then she can literally just jog on back to sea with all the other fish cos i don't care.”

“what do you look for in a boyfriend?”

“the key to dating, yeah, is the two rs and the three ts. 'respect, rapport, and talking, talking, talking.' don't ever let that ball hit the ground. good relationships are built on great conversation.”

“on a date, you've got to tell them all the interesting stuff about you, because that's what they'll be interested in.”

“he said to me, he goes, ‘you can't smoke on here.’ i said, ‘i'm not smoking, i'm vaping.’ the look on his face when i said that. i don't think he knew what vaping… what a vape is.”

“you would make me the happiest mouse if you say yes and become my spouse.”

“here's a tip, [name], next time you take a chick out on a date, don't bore her to tears.”

“roses are red, violets are blue, i've got five fingers, the third one's for you.”

“get out of my way, pipe cleaner.”

“[name] phoned me the other day at three in the morning saying, ‘come quick,

there's a hedgehog in the garden that looks exactly like grandad.’ so i got up, i got dressed and i ran over to [name]'s as fast as i could and then i just stopped in the middle of the street at three in the morning and thought, ‘what the fuck am i doing with my life?’

“you're joking me? because if you are joking me, that is massively harsh.”

“oh, let me get a song up on youtube. you're going to absolutely love this, [name]. here we go… listen to this. oh, for fuck's sake, advert.”

“let's go down the pub and get shitfaced.”

“where do i see myself in five years? well, me and [name] will have a flat in the middle of the village and all of our furniture will be inflatable and we'll have cable and it will pay for itself, because we're going to use the spare room to breed quails, because their eggs are worth fucking shitloads.”

“is this about the calippo, still? because you offered to buy me that.”

“if he wants to go, good luck to him, i say. i reckon he thinks that i can't live without him, which is a laugh, because he went a whole weekend away once and i got on all right. i just ended up following this cat around the village.”

“i've got to do what's right for me, at the end of the day, instead of worrying about other people.”

“how about you say sorry? sorry for the massive knife that's hanging out the back of my back because of you.”

“oh, and while you're stabbing me in the back, feel free to bend down and kiss my arse.”

“can i just ask you an honest question? why would you want to leave the village when we've got a pub and a shop?”

“i think you don't know how lucky we have it to be doing nothing with our lives, like. we're all going to die, anyway, so what's the point in doing anything?”

“i want ownership of the words fucknut and dickmilk.”

“i had this come through the post. and i've got a few concerns about it. firstly, this guy on the front looks really arrogant. not the sort of guy i was expecting, if i'm honest.”

“this is starting to stress me out a little bit.”

“why are you trying to stress me out? you know i'm already stressed out as it is.”

“the bloke that used to live in there, right, kept hearing strange noises coming out of his attic at night. and he'd go to the fridge and find that food was missing from the fridge. so he thought, ‘i'm just going to go up to the attic and check this out.’ and he found an entire family of peruvian panpipe buskers just living up there. and he thought ‘i'm just going to leave them to it, ‘cos they're not really doing me any harm.’ and then, a few years later, he thought, "well, i'll just go up to the attic to check on them. ‘see if they're all right.’ and it turned out they'd all died of asbestos poisoning. yeah, he doesn't live here any more.”

“some people will always be scared of me, and i can't change that, no matter how nice i am. but there's a balance to be had between being nice and being feared.”

“don't really like catching up. it's not my thing.”

“i just watched this video of this girl doing a random act of kindness on youtube. she basically paid for this old man's shopping at the till. and this old man was, like, about 90 years old. and he's so fucking old, like, you could see through his skin. and he just starts bawling his eyes out. he's like, ‘you're fucking joking me, this ain't fucking real life.’ i just thought... i want to make someone feel like that. ‘cos that's... i really… that's what i want to do.”

“i'm not dead. just can't be arsed to text her sometimes.”

“you know, correct me if i'm wrong, but four texts a day is complete madness. no-one can keep up with that.”

“i am doing kind things selfishly.”

“i was at midnight mass one year, right, someone got tipped off i was there. as i was coming out the church, someone tries to shoot me with a crossbow.”

“well, i haven't seen the film, have i? that's why i came here - to watch the fucking film - like a normal human being.”

“i've made an effort by coming here tonight. i didn't want to come.”

“i had to wheel him here from his house in an asda trolley, cos he was just too heartbroken to move.”

“sometimes you don't know what you got until you ain't got it any more. like blockbuster's. i just took 'em for granted - and then, one day, gone, and you spend ages trying to figure out what went wrong, and then you realise it was your fault all along.”

“i thought you said you wanted to fix things.”

“she wanted it to go that way, and it just wasn't gonna go that way. she even got me thinking that they'd get back together… ..but that's manipula.... manipulative people... do that. and he's better off without her.”

“that wasn't much to write home about.”

“it's fucking dead, isn't it?”

“basically, somebody's been sending me threatening letters, and i don't know who's doing it - and i am concerned, because my peripheral vision is poor, so, if somebody attacks me from the sides or snipes at me from an upstairs window, i am fucked - but my hearing is excellent, see? so i just need to spend a few days inside honing my sonar, and i'll be fine then.”

“if you don't like the work, the circus is in town and they're always looking for clowns.”

“his soul is just going to crumble to dust.”

“this really is not a good situation for me. a physical threat is something that i can deal with, but a sexual thing is not my area of expertise.”

“just really fucked in the head, mate.”

“what have i done? i haven't done anything wrong.”

“do you know how sad that is? that is so, actually, sad. that makes me sad for you, that you can't take a joke.”

“i think i just got a bit carried away with the whole thing.”

“your finger's going up my arsehole, mate.”

“i'll hold the back of your head, so you don't bash yourself.”

“when i lie in future, i don't want a massive lecture on how bad lying is, cos deep down, you're the worst of us all, mate.”

“i'd quite like a coke.”

“it's going to be like gluing a breadstick back together, because… like, as if a breadstick's been in a blender and it's all… ...the pieces smashed up.”

“like, this one time i started a fight club in the village hall, and i got a black eye from beating myself up. but it made my enemies think, ‘fuck, if she can do that to herself, what the fuck can she do to me?’”

“i'm absolutely 1,000% sure i've broken it in two places.”

“i knew this day would come.”

“i should be in tk maxx, getting the bargains that i deserve.”

“unlike you, [name], i'm not a fashion disaster.”

“i'm still warm in my grave, and she's sucking off the pallbearer.”

“you know, it took me ten years to get over [name], and i only went out with her for half a day.”

“i swear to god, if i see him here again, i swear to god, i will have no hesitation in just going up to him and just planting one on his face.”

“right, then keep your nose out of my business, yeah? nosy old cock-womble.”

“[name]’s attitude to me is puzzling. if i walk past her in the street

and say hi, she'll tell me to fuck off. yet every year, she sends me a really sweet, nice christmas card. you know, there's just no consistency there.”

“he's good-looking up close, isn't he?”

“don't show me any weakness, because i will take advantage.”

“no, put the brick down, you fucking psychopath.”

“when i asked him, he just said, ‘come to my office now,’ which means we're in the fucking shit, cos we're always in fucking shit.”

“i shouldn't be paying you at all.”

“i've always had a son. i talk about him all the time.”

“he's my son. he's not my dog.”

“it reminds me of the wicker man. i don't really know why.”

“i just find it weird how you can be so close to someone and they can be such a big part of your life, and then the next minute, you're just sort of strangers in the night.”

“i don't want the emotional implications.”

“well, about five years ago, i sold my birthday to my mum for about 200 quid, which means my mum's legally entitled now to never celebrate my birthday ever again for the rest of my life. not even, like, a happy birthday cup of tea, or a moonpig card, nothing - which is the worst decision i ever made in my entire life.”

“he deserves that anyway, because he's been sexting my nan, so…”

“what's this surprise? cos i need to know whether it's going to be worth this walk.”

“i always see them banners above the motorway, and i always thought, ‘who the fuck does them?’ well, now i know. people like me.”

“did you know you can't get stung by a stinging nettle if you grab the leaf top and bottom, like that? it's only when you touch it on the sides, it stings. agh, actually, that stung, then.”

“pez dispenser, they're cursed. they are, i'm not even joking. honestly, when i had one of them, i had the worst bout of bad luck i ever had in my life.”

“i swear down, it's a short cut. it might be a pleasant walk, we might enjoy it.”

“i'm not scared of the fox twins. i'd just like to sit them down and ask 'em plainly, ‘look, guys, what is going on? ‘cos this has just gotten completely out of hand now. you know, stop walking on your knuckles, stand up straight, be the best version of you that you can be. get a job, even. there's a trolley boy who works at tesco's, you know, who may as well have been raised by wolves. if he can get a job, you guys can walk it.’”

“yes, there has been talk of strange goings-on in the woods, ghost sightings and the like. but… ...they're never from particularly reliable sources.”

“i live with a ghost. there's a ghost in that house. he's like a civil war cavalier, with all the hair and the hat and all that. and every time i walk into the living room, he doffs his cap. and on his shoulder, he's got this crow that barks at me. it means i spend less time in the house, really. not because of him, because he's-he's quite peaceable. but the crow is malevolent. and i'm not having that. i can't share my house with a malevolent bird.”

“that's haunted as fuck.”

“am i going mad here, or does that, to you, look like that's where just ghost will hang out all the time?”

“look at him, little red riding twat.”

“if he's got an attitude with me, i swear to god, i'll just grab the steering wheel and drive us all into a wall.”

“it's a bit annoying, actually. cos this is not the first or the second time i've had to tell you, really, is it?”

“his sparkle has just gone.”

“you know my dad actually wrote the song wonderwall on the back of a beer mat in the space of ten minutes, don't you?”

“i've just got a tiny, tiny, tiny little favour to ask you.”

“when i think of [name], i think of someone who is very loyal. and very, very stupid. sort of more stupid than loyal. sort of 70% stupid, 30% loyal, probably. because she's very loyal. but extremely stupid.”

“do you know what? i actually don't think he loves you at all and i don't think he's ever loved you.”

“all right, that's harsh and unnecessary, but fine.”

“frankly, she is behaving like the antichrist.”

“i literally just got here.”

“you are such an unemotional slab of ham, [name].”

“i've got so much shit on that man you would not believe.”

“there's something in my eye.”

“i just can't quit him, you know?”

“yeah, we might have a fiery relationship,  but when we're together, it's just… it's just pure chemistry, isn't it?”

“i'm not proud of it, believe me. but at the end of the day, i'm a very vindictive person, you know? it is what makes me me.”

“i basically went out and bought an alpaca off gumtree for £500. of all the mistakes i've made in my life, that was possibly the largest. definitely the physically largest.”

“yeah, i really don't wanna talk about that.”

“her only loyalty is to herself, staffies, and the tv channel dave… ...which, in my opinion, is a tv channel made by knuckle-draggers for knuckle-draggers.”

“i can't move on till i've seeked revenge, unfortunately.”

“if that was in france, that would be fine, but we're not in france.”

“the only thing we had in common, really, was stealing, and that was more my thing that i got him onto. but it just goes to show, you know, some friendships last and some friendships don't, but that's just the way it is.”

“you know it was me that got you sacked, don't you?”

“the thing i learnt about friendship is, you gotta accept each other's flaws, no matter how toxic they may be.”

“shit-stirring from beyond the grave.”