#nothing sets you off like how you want him︱Thorfinn & Glenda

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Thorfinn and Glenda late night whispered conversations

“You know you hum in your sleep, right?” Thorfinn threw the thought out there, amusement in his voice even as he practically whispered the words. Not that there was really any need to. They were both alone in her flat, Amelia gone for the night; and even if she hadn’t been, Glenda’s door was firmly shut as she was never particularly fond of having it open while she slept. Granted, there hadn’t actually been any much sleeping that night. The evening had begun like most others; they’d hung out for a while, had sex, talked for a bit, had more sex, and eventually, they’d found themselves here. Here being Glenda’s bedroom at nearly three in the morning, neither of them in any particular rush to go to bed. Tomorrow – or today, really – was Sunday, and so they’d simply begun talking when the hour had grown late, ignoring any actual desire to sleep.  

Glenda now sat with her legs crossed near the center of the bed, still naked save for the clean pair of underwear she’d slipped on following a quick trip to the bathroom. Her hair was an absolute mess and her cheeks seemed to be permanently tinged with a pink flush as she laughed, shaking her head at the accusation. “I definitely don’t hum in my sleep. That’s super weird.” 

“No one’s ever told you that?” He asked, sounding both amused and a bit surprised that she might’ve gone all this time without being aware of it. “Because it happens a lot.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“I’m telling the truth. Why would I lie about your humming?”

“I don’t know, but it’s exactly what someone lying about it would say,” she teased in response, knowing he’d used a similar tactic on her before. But Thorfinn rolled his eyes and chuckled, and she really couldn’t help but grin in response. “Is it like a variety of things or usually the same?”

He paused to think about it, lips pursed for a moment. “It depends. Changes up after a while but you’re very repetitive. It’s really fucking annoying.” 

“Fuck off,” she laughed, although still not loud enough to disturb the relative quiet of the evening. To make her displeasure regarding the statement even more obvious, Glenda grabbed one of her pillows and smacked it lightly against his chest. Really, she had expected some sort of retaliation, and when he sat up and began the onslaught (yes, she would call it an onslaught) of tickling, she attempted to squirm out of his grasp. But by the time she conceded Thorfinn laid practically on top of her, both of them laughing and more than a little bit out of breath. They adjusted themselves to lie more comfortably, Glenda flat on the bed, one arm behind her head to prop it up slightly; Thorfinn angled and scooted a bit down, laying on his stomach with his head resting on her belly. 

“What am I humming?” She asked finally, still sounding a bit winded as she threaded her fingers through his hair, absently playing with it. 

“I have no fucking clue,” he answered honestly, both of them knowing his lack of music knowledge was downright shameful – even if he would never admit to such a thing. 

“Sing it to me.” 

There was a loud scoff. “No.” 

“Please?”

“I can’t see your face so whatever look you’re trying won’t work on me.” Which, in his defense, she’d been considering using her pout to her advantage. 

“Just hum it then.” 

“I’m not doing that, Glenda,” he said again, and it was only after a number of disappointed sighs on her end, a bit more back and forth, and about a dozen eye rolls that he very lazily and with much annoyance hummed out some random tune. 

“Ah,” she nodded almost sagely. “Cherry. Harry Styles. Great song.” 

“How the fuck can you tell from that?”

“I’ve had it stuck in my head all week,” she shrugged, figuring that it likely had been a song she’d been thinking about and really hadn’t needed him to actually show her. But it had been very, very fun to hear. 

“So I didn’t even need to do that.” It wasn’t a question, and he sounded very put out about it. 

“Nope,” she grinned, making a little popping noise on the ‘p’.

“You’re so annoying.” But his words lacked any actual bite, especially when he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her stomach, eliciting another laugh.

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[thatwitchglenda]

A Thorfinn and Glenda Playlist: @thorrowle

Only Angel - Harry Styles:  Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see, that I'm still the only one who's been in love with me. I'll guess I'll be getting you stuck in between my teeth and there's nothing I can do about it. Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that's what I like about it. End up meeting in the hallway every single time, end there's nothing we can do about it.

don’t ask don’t tell - Tove Lo: I'm curious to know who you are, know what turns you on, turns you off. And baby, don't ask, then don't tell. Already know you're fucked up and it's cool with me. Experienced in more than one way. Whatever I need, you got me. Whisper dirty things that we like, images stuck on my mind.

Take Me Out - Aly & AJ:  So much talking, swear that's all you ever do. Show me something before I show something to you. When you gonna take me out? Make a move and make it now. I know that you would want it If I could sink my teeth into you. I've been spending my attention on you, I don't wait long 'cause I got better things to do.

Body Moves - DNCE: Side by side, walking home, stumbling home, getting curious. What's on your mind? 'Cause what's on mine's a dirty mind. Why so serious? I don't need it, but you know how bad I want it And your touch has got me haunted, but I like it. Got all night show me more, a little more, it's getting scandalous.

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift:  You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong. You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face. 'Cause look at your face. And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room. You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad.

Sex - 1975: And she said use your hands and my spare time. We've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine. She's got a boyfriend anyway. There's only minutes before I drop you off, all we seem to do is talk about sex. And I'm not trying to stop you, love If we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck.

Into You - Ariana Grande:  But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line. So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey. So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it. A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it. A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body. 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you. Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret. A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it. 

Heartbeat - Childish Gambino:  Ayo, fuck this. Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something? In between that? I wish we never fucked, and I mean that (But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome)

Suck It and See - Arctic Monkeys: Your kiss, it could put creases in the rain. You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock. And those other girls are just post-mix lemonade Suck it and see, you never know. Sit next to me before I go. Jigsaw women with horror movie shoes. Be cruel to me 'cause I am a fool for you. 

Wild Thoughts - DJ Khalid ft. Rihanna:  I don't know if you could take it. Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey, naked. I wanna be your baby, baby, baby. Spinning and it's wet just like it came from Maytag. White girl wasted on that brown liquor, when I get like this I can't be around you. I'm too lit to dim down a notch, 'Cause I could name some thangs that I'm gon' do. Girl, talking to me like you tryna do things. Now that pipe got her running like she Usain, baby. You made me drown in it, touche, baby. 

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“ you woke me up. ” tg

It was the middle of the night. Or at least it was where Thorfinn was. He was on a work trip for a couple of weeks and he had just arrived a few hours earlier. After getting some dinner and settling in, he had decided to head to bed relatively early, aware that he had an early meeting in the morning. However, hours had passed since then and he now lay awake in bed, unable to sleep and grumpy at himself for being unable to fall asleep. He picked up his phone and winced when he saw the time, putting it back down with a sigh. He started to think about what time it would be at home and before he knew it he had picked up his phone again and called Glenda. 

He held the phone to his ear as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as he waited to see if she would pick up. Just as he thought about hanging up, the ring tone stopped and he heard Glenda’s voice.

“Thorfinn?” she asked, her voice heavy and slow with sleep. He could practically picture the small frown that would be on her face as she pulled the covers around her, mad about the interruption to her sleep.

“Hi.”

“It’s..” her voice trailed off and he imagined she was looking at the time on her phone when he heard a groan, “It’s seven am, Thorfinn. Seven am on a Saturday when I have no work.”

“I know.”

“You woke me up.”

“I know.”

“You better have a good reason,” she grumbled and he smiled slightly to himself at the annoyance in her voice.

“I can’t sleep.”

“I said a good reason!”

“It’s your fault so I think that counts as a good reason to call you,” he replied.

“How is it my fault?” she asked, sounding shocked by the allegation. This time Thorfinn paused before he answered, not sure how honest he should be. He had thought about it, while he had been lying there evading sleep, and he had come to quite an unwelcome conclusion. The conclusion being that he could no longer sleep without Glenda, or alone anyway. Whether she was the specific deciding factor he couldn’t be sure, but he had become so used to sleeping with her, or at least texting her before he went to sleep or something. So much so that he wasn’t sure his brain knew how to do it without her anymore. 

“Are you still there?” came her sleepy voice and he nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. 

“I’m still here.”

“Why is it my fault?” she asked, sounding more and more awake as the conversation went on, despite the occasional yawn. 

“Because you’re not here.” He paused briefly but then quickly continued before she could make too much of that. “You love cuddling and morning sex and so I always sleep over, I got used to sleeping next to you. I don’t think my body remembers how to sleep without you. Or you know, just without someone.”

There was a pause on the other line and he was just about to speak again when Glenda did instead. “You love cuddling and morning sex as well.”

He smiled into the phone as he replied, “You started it though.” 

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice carrying a softness that he decided to attribute to the time of the morning for her, and nothing else.

“You should be.” His words got a laugh and he relaxed back more into the pillows, already beginning to feel a bit more tired. “It could also just be the jet lag.” Glenda laughed again, the sound oddly nice in his quiet room. 

“You can’t blame me for that.”

“It’s too late, I already have and I can’t take back the blame now,” he told her, amusement lacing his words.

“That’s just mean.”

“It would set a bad precedent for our future arguments.”

“But it would be nice.”

“Your pout doesn’t work when I can’t see you, remember?” he teased, picturing that pout and how it would have changed to a cheeky grin at his words. 

“Will a photo of it work?” she asked. 

“I’m not sure, I hope not,” he said in reply, quiet laughter accompanying his words. Her laughter filtered through his phone as she switched his phone to the speaker, resting it on his chest as he lay back. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” he apologised after a few moments of silence.

“It’s okay,” she replied, and once again he could picture the small shrug that would have accompanied her words. “I’ll get you back for it when you’re home.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he agreed, humour in his voice.

They stayed chatting like that, sparsely and inconsequentially until Thorfinn grew more sleepy and Glenda woke up more. Before long he had fallen asleep, his last thoughts of her and her laughter, as if she had been in the bed next to him. 

He woke up not too many hours later, given how long it had taken him to fall asleep, frowning slightly to himself. His phone had been tossed to the side at some point in the night and he picked it up only to see that the call was still active. Convinced that she must have just fallen asleep as well and left it on, he turned off the speaker and pulled the phone up to his ear. “Hello?”

“Shit!” He heard a loud clatter and some other strange noises before a breathy hello met his ear. 

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“You gave me a fright,” she explained with a small laugh as he stretched out in the bed.

“Sorry,” he said, sounding much more amused than apologetic. He could practically sense the eye roll Glenda gave in response. After a pause he spoke again. “You didn’t hang up.”

“I fell back asleep for a little while and then I thought you might wake up again as well and want someone to talk to,” she explained, as if there was nothing more to it.

“Right. Thanks.”

“I’m just baking anyway so you weren’t getting in the way,” she joked and a small laugh came from his lips as he sat up in the bed.

“I’m glad. What are you making?”

And their conversation continued on like that until Thorfinn left for his meeting. They acted side by side even though hours and countries separated them, acting as if they were together. She continued on baking while he showered, his phone resting on the sink. They chatted while he got ready for work, and she told him about his plans with her friends in the evening. Thorfinn made up stuff he had to do so he could talk to her longer, finally saying he had to go when he could really no longer avoid it. 

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this was almost impossible because we've done most of these or decided what happens but: MISS ME ThorfinnxGlenda

For what felt like the hundredth time that night Glenda glanced at her phone screen, checking to see if she’d gotten any messages despite knowing that nothing had come up in the five minutes that she’d not checked it. It wasn’t as if her phone was on silent – she couldn’t possibly have missed it. But she looked regardless, somehow still disappointed when there was nothing there. It had only been two days since she’d heard from him, the last message simply letting her know how crazy the last few hours had been, and that he wasn’t sure how often he’d be able to text while gone. Perfectly normal, perfectly acceptable. After all, he was off on a work trip – gone to France or Belgium or something or other for ministry work and had absolutely no obligation to keep her updated. 

Glenda chalked up her fidgetiness to the fact that they talked most days and that she was simply just used to seeing his name on her lock screen. It was completely normal that after months of talking on a daily basis, she should miss it. Not that she missed him or anything. They were friends; friends who talked about most things and nearly constantly, friends who spent most nights together. Normal sorts of friends. 

She heard Amelia’s voice, not catching what she said and looked up with a questioning hum, a universal sign for her to repeat herself. “I asked if everything was okay. You’re being weird.” 

“Yeah, of course,” Glenda answered quickly, laughing her concern off. “I’m just waiting for a text.”

“Uh huh.” Amelia narrowed her eyes, looking completely skeptical.

“Seriously, I’m totally good.” She smiled and flipped her phone over, pointedly ignoring it for the rest of the afternoon.

Later when she was working on a few things on her computer in bed, the phone and his lack of communication forgotten for the moment, there was finally a call. Somehow surprised when she’d picked up the phone and saw the name, Glenda didn’t think about the massive grin on her face as she answered, voice pleased and carrying a level of familiarity to it. “Hey, how is it?”

They talked for some time – their usual sort of chat, really, although it was perhaps a bit longer than normal to make up for the lack of steady communication; and all the while Glenda didn’t think about how happy it made her to talk to him, or how nice it was, or how her smile didn’t leave for the entirety of it. They talked and laughed, and eventually, the conversation shifted into its usual dirty variety as it did most times they were on the phone, and by the time she saw him again it was relatively easy to ignore the odd feeling she’d had in her chest the last few days. Of course, it should be noted that almost as soon as she saw him again the feeling disappeared; this horrible, strange and heavy feeling that really made absolutely no sense at all. 

“What, did you miss me?” He’d asked, very much teasing when she’d very eager climbed into his lap and kissed him. 

“Please.” Glenda rolled her eyes, scoffing at such an absurd idea. But she had, oddly and scarily enough. Even then as she denied it, it hit her almost simultaneously that she actually had. And she hated it. She hated it quite a lot.

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“ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ” (thorfinn and glenda please)

Sitting up with a loud gasp, Glenda brought a hand to her heart, chest heaving as she attempted to catch her breath, the dream that had woken her up vivid and frightening. Or nightmare was perhaps the more appropriate term. A recurring nightmare which had plagued her sleep for weeks now. A nightmare which she’d thought had finally begun to fade into distant memory as she hadn’t had it for a good week now. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself, hands moving to cover her face, fingers pressing into her temples. There was a rustling next to her as Thorfinn moved, sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes. She ignored him even as his hand moved to her back, rubbing comforting circles, afraid that if she said anything at all she would start crying. 

“Same one?” He finally asked when her breathing became even once more, no longer as labored. For a moment she considered denying it, though she wasn’t entirely sure why and even as she knew he’d not believe it. But instead, Glenda just nodded, finally plopping her hands in her lap. “It’s just a nightmare, they’ll stop soon.” 

Again she nodded, lips pressing together and the corner of her mouth pinching up as she tried to compose herself. “I thought they stopped. It’s just so stupid, I don’t know why I keep thinking about it.” It being the wall that had nearly crushed her just a few weeks prior; it being the attack that left her in St. Mungo’s for the better part of a week while she recovered. Her dismissive tone probably had the opposite effect of what she was trying to do, which was to convince both him and herself that she was totally fine. Trying to focus on something other than what she’d just seen, Glenda fiddled with the hem of her nightshirt – well, it was really just one of his t-shirts, but on her fell to mid thigh, which really just meant that it was perfect to sleep in. 

“Thinking about it scares me too,” he told her, both their voices low in the darkness of her bedroom. “And it’s not stupid. At all.” 

The was another nod and she looked away from him, fingers pressing into the skin of her knee as she tried to stop herself from crying. Sadly, her efforts seemed to do little, as she felt her body betraying her and tears pooling, vision becoming increasingly blurrier. She was frustrated and annoyed and sad and she wanted nothing more than for all those emotions to go away so that she could sleep. When the tears finally spilled over, she turned her head so that she could wipe at them, although the action was pretty fruitless, as he could see what she was doing even in the dimmed light. “Come here.” Said with a sigh, he took her hand and pulled her to him, and despite her desire invalidate her own feelings, Glenda didn’t bother fighting him and willingly allowed herself to be pulled closer. 

Facing each other, he brought a hand up to wipe at some of the stray tears, cupping her cheek for a moment and kissing her lightly. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” she sniffled, the tears not stopping despite her very much wanting them to, and when she began to speak, the soft flow shifted into full on sobs. “I’m just so tired. I just want to sleep and I can’t and I hate it. I want them to go away.” 

Thorfinn could feel the dampness from her cheeks as they turned and she properly cuddled into his side, his one hand resuming the consoling motions on her back, the other reaching for the hand that rested on his chest. “It’s okay, love,” he shushed her, bringing her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m here. I’ll always be here – nothing like that will ever happen again. I promise.” Eventually the tears subsided once more, and by the time she’d cried herself back to sleep – this time the merciful dreamless sort – the ball of guilt that he could feel in the pit of his stomach had begun to recede, and the first few rays of dawn began to creep through the windows.

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[allmymuseinspo]

❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞

Coming home to her flat after leaving St. Mungo’s and a near week-long stay felt like the most amazing thing in the world. The early afternoon light that usually shone through the windows still crept through, painting all sorts of colors and warmth on the hardwood floors in the living room as they stepped inside, Thorfinn shutting and locking the door behind them. Amelia was still at work, and the quiet of the empty flat was a welcome one, the incessant beeps, and bustling of a hospital ward still ringing in her ears long after they’d left the place. Thorfinn sat the overnight bag that Amelia had brought for her down on the couch, and moved to wrap his arms around her from behind. Glenda sighed, head tilting back as she smiled a bit.

“Happy to be home?” He asked then, lips pressing to her shoulder. 

“Incredibly,” she nodded, and it was only after a good minute or two that she sighed. “I should probably go take a proper shower.” Something that had been incredibly difficult to do in the hospital, which meant that she now felt a bit too gross for comfort. 

“Finally,” he laughed a bit then, the teasing clear in his voice. “I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you how bad it was.” 

Promptly she told him to fuck off, and although Glenda swatted him away for his comments, it was unspoken gratitude that she felt when he came into the bathroom with her anyway and helped her undress. It had been a struggle getting everything on in the hospital; her arms still a bit too sore to pull the massive t-shirt over her head; and although she probably could, he helped her step out of the sweatpants just as he’d helped her put them on, only teasing the tiniest bit about how all his hard work was being undone. 

Steam began to rise in the closed room, the water pouring as Thorfinn helped her into the tub despite her protests and complaints that she could easily do it on her own. 

He began to excuse himself, meaning to step out take care of something else while she showered when Glenda stopped him, head popping out from behind the curtain, hair already soaked from the showerhead. “No, don’t go.” The space between her eyebrows crinkled as she frowned, still not wanting him to go despite knowing that he wasn’t actually going anywhere. “It hurts to have my arms up that high. Just help me, please?” And despite feeling stupid for asking in the first place, she was relieved when he simply nodded and undressed, joining her a minute later under the spray of the water. 

Although they’d showered together without having sex before, there had never really been any tenderness behind their actions. But everything now held some sort of tenderness to it, and it almost felt like the first time with a lot of things, the intent and feeling behind them different than it had been before. He’d never helped her wash her hair before, fingers massaging her scalp under the stream of water; she’d certainly never allowed him to see her quite so ragged and not put together. But somehow something so new managed to also feel incredibly normal, and between the few kisses that they each peppered periodically over each others skin were also words of comfort and gentle touches. 

Eventually, when a shampoo in the eye incident and laughter were over, Glenda wrapped her arms around his middle, cheek pressed against his chest. Truthfully, she felt ridiculous for wanting him there every second that she could, as if afraid that if he left it would be permanently, or as if their situation would return to what it had been before. Things had changed but they also hadn’t. In a way, things were much like they had been a fortnight prior, and Glenda couldn’t imagine going through what they had again, thinking that her heart couldn’t take such a thing. Not when they had a taste of being like this. 

“I’m not changing my mind,” Thorfinn said after a pause, his arms already wrapped around her, one hand rubbing circles on her back, the other at the back of her neck, comforting. Whether or not he felt it needed to be said or if he’d been able to tell what she’d been thinking – after all, Glenda hadn’t made her clinginess over the last week very difficult to see – she wasn’t sure. “You know how I feel, Glenda.” Because even if he hadn’t said it outright, she’d seen first hand how much what had happened affected him. She’d seen and kissed the tears that had stubbornly dotted his cheeks, the looks of genuine concern, and felt the tightness with which he held her as they fell asleep in a far too small hospital bed. 

Glenda pressed a kiss to his chest; once, twice, and then tilted her head back so that she could actually look at him. “I know. And same, I’m not changing my mind.” Matching smiles pulled at their lips, and bringing his hands up to cup her cheeks, he leaned down to kiss her again. When it came to what they wanted, neither of them had much to wonder or worry about. That, at least, was unmistakable.

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“carry” - your muse carries mine when they’re falling asleep (okay opposite way around tho cause thorfinn would crush her)

“You’re sure I’m going to like this one?” Thorfinn asked, sounding entirely unhappy about Glenda’s choice for a film that night. Not that he ever sounded particularly happy when it came to her movie choices, picky as he was. But he’d finally agreed to watch something every so often, especially now that their non-relationship relationship had transitioned into something of a proper friendship. 

“Totally. Like, I basically guarantee it,” she confirmed, stepping back over to the living room, bowl of popcorn in her hands. Already picking at it as the opening titles started to play, she plopped down on the sofa next to him, leaning into his side. 

“You said that last time and it ended up being so fucking cheesy.” 

“It wasn’t cheesy. It was a classic. Normal people don’t think An Affair to Remember is cheesy. Besides,” she stuffed another handful of popcorn into her mouth, speaking with her mouth half full, “when do I ever lie to you? I have excellent taste.” 

“You constantly lie to me. You thrive off lying to me.” 

She waved off his comment with a laugh; and really, to be fair, Glenda was pretty sure that her choice would be one that he actually enjoyed. There was drama and suspense and murder, and it wasn’t the sort of film that easily gave anything away. So, like, it was totally his thing and she would stand by it. Which is the sort of enthusiasm she brought when they sat down to watch, his arm automatically moving to rest on the back of the couch. Munching on popcorn, they were about midway through the film both of them stopped chatting; for once, Thorfinn actually became rather engrossed in the entire thing, and when the final credits began to roll, he grinned to himself as he broke the silence. “I called it.” The pleased expression was evident in his voice. “But you were right for once, I did like it.” He chuckled, unable to help but tease her, and when there was no quick retort from her end, Thorfinn leaned forward slightly to find that she’d fallen asleep. 

Was it even surprising that one of the few times he actually liked her selection, she managed to doze off? Despite rolling his eyes, Thorfinn did his best not to wake her as he moved. A quick glance at the clock on the television told him that it was already well past one in the morning, and with a quick sigh and perhaps for reasons he wasn’t even too sure of, he leaned down and scooped her into his arms. Glenda made a noise of discontentment at being moved when she was very comfortable where she was (although her neck would thank him in the morning), but her arms moved to loosely hang around his neck as he walked to her bedroom. Pulling back the covers just enough so that he could lay her down, he’d just managed to cover her and turn away when she took his hand, grip loose.

“You’re not leaving are you?” Voice groggy, she squinted one eye open, the dim lights still a bit too bright. 

“No,” he chuckled, although he probably usually would have. Especially since he doubted they’d be doing anything more that night. “Just getting some water.” 

Glenda nodded, and by the time he left and returned with water that was set on the nightstand, she was mostly asleep again. He climbed into bed, arm moving to her waist and pulling her closer, and Glenda scooted closer, sighing a bit as he pressed against her. “So I was right?” 

“About the movie?” He asked, although he knew exactly what it was she was talking about. “You weren’t wrong.” 

She laughed a bit instead of saying anything else and pressed a kiss to his neck, contented when his hand began to rub soothing circles on her back. They both fell asleep soon after, and in the morning woke to sleepy, easy morning sex, not at all thinking about how it was the first time they’d ever spent a night together without doing what defined most of their relationship. Or how neither of them really seemed to mind.

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Glenda asking Amelia to be her bridesmaid

Up incredibly late the night before, Glenda had chosen to sleep in that morning, only waking up for a few moments when Thorfinn had gotten up for work. She’d groggily turned to face him as he got up and made a few comments about how it was really very rude to leave his fiancée  (which she of course now had little choice but to emphasize) so early in the morning. 

“It’s not that early,” he pointed out, knee pressing into the mattress as he bent down to kiss her swiftly on the lips. But before he could properly pull away, she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and peppered a series of kisses on his lips and cheeks, easily producing a laugh. “Glenda, I have to go.” Although to be fair, he put very little effort into deterring her. 

“Fine,” she eventually sighed, sounding dramatic as always as she let go and allowed him to stand. “But we should go out for dinner or something tonight. To celebrate.” Despite both of them being completely sleep deprived, the smiles pulling at their lips were genuine and nearly beaming. He agreed, and kissing her once more, left to go to work. And regardless of how excited she was, it didn’t take long for Glenda to fall back asleep, the quiet of her flat lulling her until almost noon. Truthfully, she might’ve slept longer if not for the vibrations of her phone on the nightstand that woke her up. It’d been a message from Amelia, letting her know that she was on her way and would be over shortly, a break in her schedule meaning that she could spend the afternoon with her. Glenda finally got up, stretching a bit as she stood to put on some clothes before her best friend arrived. 

Since Amelia had gotten married herself and moved out, Glenda hadn’t bothered to find a new roommate or to do much with the room the other girl had abandoned. The flat remained largely the same, and the most she’d done was set up her recording equipment in the spare room, not wanting to do much with it as it still very much felt like Amelia’s space. And while she’d never imagined herself living alone (frankly, she was a bit too nervous about having an apartment to herself, paranoid as she was), Thorfinn was over often enough that he may as well have lived there at that point, meaning that she hardly had time to get used to being on her own. The one plus, she’d discovered, had been the quiet mornings where she could sit down in the kitchen and throw the kettle on, play a bit of music, and really begin her day properly. 

Which is how Amelia had found her when she’d unlocked the door to the flat, key very much still in her possession; a bit of Fleetwood Mac playing from the speaker in the living room, tea steaming as Glenda seeped it in preparation for her arrival. Glenda herself stood in front of the stove, having decided to treat the two of them to a very, very late breakfast of waffles. 

“It smells amazing in here,” Amelia called as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. 

“I thought today called for a celebratory waffle extravaganza.” Waffles were reserved for Sunday mornings and moments of extreme celebration which meant that they could be served at any time of the day or night. Turning from the waffle iron, both girls faced each other, silent for a moment save for the massive shit-eating grins on their faces. 

“You’re fucking engaged.” Amelia’s toothy smile somehow spread even more, and Glenda nodded. 

“I’m fucking engaged.” 

“You’re fucking engaged!” The words were repeated again and Amelia actually squealed in delight, which then caused a similar reaction from Glenda, and resulted in both of them going in for a simultaneous jumping hug session which thankfully they put an end to before they burned her apartment down. 

“You have to give me all the details, I didn’t hear enough last night,” Amelia later spoke in between bites of food, and Glenda laughed, reaching over to wipe a bit of syrup that had gotten on her cheek. The next few hours were filled with stories and laughter and so much food and dancing, and by the time they’d migrated to the couch to fully discuss ideas for what sort of wedding she would want – because despite having a few ideas growing up, Glenda found that she wanted the opposite of a big wedding now that the time had come. She paused in between laughter to add, 

“I don’t have to ask you to be my maid of honor, right? Like, we know it’s a given.” 

“I think you should still ask, it’d be the polite thing to do,” Amelia teased in reply, both knowing that asking wasn’t necessary in the slightest. 

“Should I get you one of those like custom bottles of wine or something? Do we need bedazzled shirts to prove it?” There was barely suppressed laughter in her voice, and Glenda did her best to look as serious as possible. 

“Oh, definitely. If I don’t get at least a tote bag that separates me from the rest of the bridal party then I don’t think it counts.” There was a slight shift as their laughter died out, and Glenda sat with her back against the end of the couch and knees pulled up to her chest. Both girls faced each other, and after another moment of quiet, Amelia reached out and squeezed her hand, tone much more sincere than before. “Seriously, though, I’m so happy for you.” She paused, smiling unhesitatingly. “You know I’m here always. Even if I think he’s sort of a dick sometimes,” final words definitely more joking, both of them laughed. “And I know he loves you like an insane amount, so.” There was a shrug and Amelia trailed off; she’d certainly not been Thorfinn’s biggest fan in the last few years, but she’d also been witness to parts of their reconciliation and had seen how cut up he’d been when she’d gotten hurt. 

Amelia stayed for the rest of the afternoon, eventually helping her best friend pick out something to wear that night. She only excused herself to go home when Thorfinn arrived, fresh from work and changed into something different. 

“Tell James I said hey,” Glenda said as she hugged her, kissing Amelia on the cheek as they walked to the door.

“I will. Have fun tonight,” the words were directed as Glenda, but before she left she spoke once more to Thorfinn, “Congratulations again. I think this might be the smartest decision you’ve ever made.” Said teasingly, and grinning as she did so, and both Glenda and Thorfinn couldn’t help but roll their eyes in response, also amused. 

“I’m well aware,” he answered despite how annoying he always seemed to find her. Glenda shut the door, and turning around she pressed her back to it, meeting his gaze and beaming.

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Elsie's first steps for some fluff please and thank you

Glenda had never imagined herself to be one of those mum’s that recorded everything her baby did of any significance, or the kind who boasted the first time her daughter smiled or tried her first solid food; well, she’d always imagined she’d like to record all that she could, if only for documentary purposes. She’d never really had the luxury of seeing many videos of herself growing up, her own parents finding the idea of a camcorder relatively daunting. But it meant that now there was a steady collection of videos that showed Elsie whenever she did anything even slightly adorable (which, spoiler alert, was actually pretty often). The latest of which had been a clip she’d sent to Amelia of her daughter babbling while she fed her lunch, the nine-month-old already having begun short, adorable words a few months prior. 

It was a Sunday afternoon, and following lunch, the two girls moved to the living room, both sat on the floor while Glenda propped her laptop on her lap to get some work done. Thorfinn currently occupied his office, having slipped away for an hour or so to get a bit of work out of the way. Music streaming quietly from the speakers, Glenda sang along while she worked on editing her latest interview, building a question list for whatever guest she had on that week. And while she worked, Elsie sat on a mat next to her, playing with a few of her toys, babbling along with her mother to the music. As she typed, Glenda read the questions out loud, following them up with a, “What do you think, Els? Too much? Not enough?” or “What do you think I should say?” There would be some sort of babble in response and she’d agree with a laugh, conversation flowing. Occasionally the little girl would crawl to some other part of the room, grabbing a toy or random object to play with it for a moment, and each time she did Glenda would sigh with faux and very amused annoyance and beckon her back over. 

It was after at perhaps a half an hour of this that Glenda heard shuffling and looked back up again, expecting once more to see her daughter crawling to the other side of the room. Instead, Elsie had pulled herself up by holding onto an armchair, and stood there, chubby hands gripping the fabric. 

“Thorfinn!” Glenda yelled towards the open archway that separated the room from the rest of the house, eyes stuck on Elsie and a big grin on her face. When she didn’t hear a response she yelled again, “Thorfinn, come here!” She heard a noise from the other room as he sped over, clearly thinking something wrong only to find them both perfectly fine. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I think she might walk this time!” This time being the fifth time that Elsie had stood up and looked as though she might take a proper step. And despite sounding annoyed that she’d made him speed over, he grinned when he looked over at the little girl, following suit and sitting down on the rug near them. 

“The suspense is killing us, love,” he spoke to their daughter, who looked back and forth between her parents for a moment, making absolutely no attempt to move. Next words directed at Glenda, he added, “What do you think are the chances she actually does it this time?”

“I have no idea, but the one time we don’t pay attention is when it’ll happen,” she replied, laughing a bit. Focusing on Elsie, she beckoned her over. “Elsie, love, come here. Please?” Both of them began to coax her over, simultaneously very encouraging but also amused by the entire situation; neither of them ever have imagined that they’d be the sort of people who would be that into something such as this. But then Elsie took a tentative step and Glenda clapped, hands reaching out so that the baby could reach for them if she wanted to. She wobbled a bit more, but despite the outstretched hands, didn’t take them and instead took another step until she was standing freely. “You’re quite brilliant, aren’t you?” Came Glenda’s voice, all while Thorfinn encouraged her further. 

“Just a few more, Elsie. Come on.” The happiness and genuine excitement was clear in both their voices, and when she properly began to hobble their way both of them laughed, spurring her along. And then she laughed as well, the giggles leaving her as the little walk turned into something of a half tumble, half run as she fell into her father’s lap. “Look at how brilliant you are.” Thorfinn beamed, picking her up and peppering a number of kisses onto her cheeks. “I can’t believe you did that.” Glenda herself took a chunky little hand and kissed it a few times, pride radiating from her expression. Thorfinn was in the middle of congratulating Elsie once more when he heard his wife gasp, and turned to look at her. 

“I didn’t record it.” She frowned, looking very unhappy at her realization. First steps couldn’t be captured again, and she’d missed it. “I got so excited and my phone was in the kitchen.” Laughing outright when she began to pout, Thorfinn leaned over and kissed her. 

“I’m pretty sure if you record her the next time it’ll still count.” 

Which is how they spent the rest of the afternoon, work ignored for far more important matters. In the end Glenda did get an excellent video of Elsie walking just as giddily towards her father as she had the first time; and their whoops of excitement had been no less enthusiastic than before.

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I’m mobile so I can’t find if it had a symbol or anything but I saw you reblog some couples ask meme thing and I would like one please and thanks

where was their first date ?:

They haven’t actually gone on a first date an then it’s weird because like they’ll be properly together when the time comes to go on like ‘dates’ and stuff. I don’t know, it’s probably like a Ministry function or maybe they would count going away together as a date? That’d be a nice date

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up:

Ummm sex? Usually sex. Other than that though I think they’re both people who find comfort in physical touch so just like hugging and cuddling and stuff.

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?:

Both, probably Thorfinn more so than Glenda just because he usually wakes up before her LOL. But kisses everywhere? I’m sure sometimes it’s just like regular kisses or kisses to her stomach or whatever but other times it’s like def with oral i mean come on

who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?:

I don’t see either of them doing that but if it was someone it’d be Glenda

how my muse would wake your’s up:

With kisses ofc 

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?:

Probably Glenda if anyone 

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?:

Again, probably Glenda

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?:

Glenda did during their Big Fight when she finds out he’s engaged and tells him not to get married. It’s said in the moment although I think she’s definitely realized before then. 

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?:

I mean probably it just like depends on what. Thorfinn would literally murder someone if they did anything bad to her so…. But this is future them not now them 

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?:

Neither, they’re not pet people. Maybe if the kids like begged one day? But even then I just can’t see them with pets

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?:

Glenda on both occasions 

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?:

I feel like it’s pretty equal in bed? Out of bed… I don’t know? I think also both, but maybe Thorfinn? I guess it really depends on like what you consider risks 

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: 

Neither jfc they will never use the word ‘daddy’ during sex ever. I guess just generally though like Glenda would say it first?? But it would be like when she’s pregnant/Elsie is born and in relation to him. Not a sex thing

what is their shared, favourite kink ?:

LOL umm probs public sex? Maybe choking tbh. Actually no does oral count?

describe their typical kiss:

Hot? They’re just super into each other and I don’t think they do like slow, sweet kisses all that often. Maybe later

how my muse shows their love for your’s:

Like I said before probs physical touch. I think they also really learn how to read what the other person needs pretty well? They also really love experiencing new things together which is why they go away a lot, and when it comes to things he’s already done Thorfinn likes being there when Glenda gets to go somewhere new and she’s excited about it

their favourite ways to give affection:

I’m saying physical touch again im sorry!!! But it’s just true. They love touching and cuddling and playing with each others hair. It’s very grounding for them

who is more dominate ?:

Definitely Thorfinn

who sings in the shower ?:

1000000% Glenda. She totally does it all the time when she showers alone and you know what? Girl has a nice voice 

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?:

Glenda straight cannot reach his hair in the shower like that. He’s washed her hair for her when she couldn’t.

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?:

Both tbh

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: 

Again, both

who has the weirder taste in music ?:

Glenda just because she listens to more music

who would initiate dancing in the rain ?:

Lmfao Glenda ofc

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: 

Glenda brings it up first but it’s mostly just because Thorfinn doesn’t want her to feel pressured. He def has thought about it before then tho, and after she suggests it he jokingly/but properly like proposes to her in bed. They’re ofc naked and it’s the middle of the night

what would they name their children ?: 

Elsie Fińelle, Isadora Grace, Aurelia Colette, and maybe a boy we don’t know yet okay 

who would their children take after more ?:

I think it’s probably a nice mix of both of them? I think they probably look a bit more like Glenda, but personality wise it’s def a mix.

[allmymuseinspo]

😘 - peppers my muse with kisses TG

“Happy birthday.”

The words were whispered as Glenda straddled her husband’s lap as he slept, for once in her life getting up a bit earlier than him. Leaning down, she peppered his face with kisses and her hands settled in his hair as she laid down on top of him. Arms wrapped around her waist, and when she heard his responding groan of irritation at having been woken up, Glenda pressed her lips to his.

“I thought I was supposed to be able to sleep in on my birthday.” 

“You never sleep in,” she pointed out, voice still low. “And Elsie’s still asleep.” Which was really the main reason as to why she’d woken him up, as their daughter tended to wake up earlier than the average person when it came to weekends. 

“Well, if Elsie’s still asleep…” Thorfinn trailed off, eyes half-lidded in the morning light and lips pursed. But before he could continue the thought, he flipped them over with relative ease, one arm braced on the mattress while the other gripped her waist. There was laughter, and when he began to kiss down her neck and pull up her shirt, Glenda stopped him. 

“I was trying to sing you happy birthday,” she complained – although her complaints meant fairly little when they were accompanied by fingers threading his hair and laughter that tumbled out of her lips. 

“You can sing later.” He rolled his eyes but paused when he reached her stomach, cheek resting there for a moment until he kissed the still flat surface. “It’s still a bit hard to believe.” 

“I know.” Glenda grinned in reply, hand moving from his hair to graze his cheek. Matching grins appeared on both their faces, both still a bit surprised and definitely excited about the news they’d found out just a couple of weeks prior. Unlike the surprise that Elsie has been, this time her pregnancy had been intentional, and it hadn’t taken too much trying before a positive test had changed their lives once more – although, really, given how active their sex life was could anyone be surprised by such a thing. Thorfinn pressed another kiss to her stomach, and it wasn’t long until his progress moved further down and the discussion of who should be giving who head on his birthday began. 

Later, when they’d had their fill of congratulatory birthday sex and found themselves cuddling and taking advantage of the suspicious but welcome quiet, she broke the silence. “I always say that you’re an old man, but like you’re actually starting to get there.” 

“You’re two years younger than me,” Thorfinn scoffed, words tinged with disbelief and slight offense.

“What do you think happens at midnight?” She asked, trying to sound serious even if her question was completely ridiculous. “Will your eyesight start to go? Maybe you’ll shrink a couple of inches.”

“Hopefully my mind will start to go,” he sounded hopeful and rolled his eyes at her words. But regardless, he began to play along, holding a hand up and inspecting it. “I don’t see any spots yet.” 

Glenda pushed herself up slightly so that she could see him properly, resting on her side. “No crows feet or grey hairs.” She narrowed his eyes as though properly inspecting his face, and gave a satisfied nod when nothing seemed to have changed from the day before. But then Thorfinn lifted the covers slightly, and with as much seriousness as one could pull off while looking at their own penis, nodded as well. 

“No change there.” 

And then Glenda paused to check, doing a far worse job at not laughing at the ridiculousness. “I’d be able to tell.” The search then dissolved into laughter and it wasn’t too long until it became impossible to ignore the toddler in her bed just down the hall. It was with some prep work with her mother that Elsie eagerly wished him a happy birthday as well; and as most birthdays had gone since she’d been born, they’d spent the day happily at home and enjoying one another’s company. 

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“oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!” (From Thorfinn)

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!” Thorfinn called from the nursery, an apologetic looking Glenda walking in a moment later, grimacing as she caught sight of the massive disaster that was their daughters nappy. Disaster being a rather light term, she thought, seeing as there was currently baby poop running down Elsie’s leg and back. Only a few weeks old, they’d not run into too many disastrous diaper moments as of yet and this by far seemed to be the worst.

“I didn’t think it was,” she defended, having stepped out of the room to grab a new pack of wipes, far too addled to think about grabbing her wand and summoning them. That, and well, it had been nice to get away from the smell for a minute. “I just smelled it, I didn’t see that it’d gone everywhere.”

And everywhere it had. Lying in her little chair, their daughter had managed to poop all over herself and the seat, somehow going right through her very cute legless onesie. Which felt like it needed to be tossed straight into the bin, given how horrifying it looked as he peeled it off of her. “There’s no way I can clean all this with wipes, she needs a bath,” he noted, having taken a wipe from his wife and done a rather cursory job of cleaning the immediate damage. “So do I. I feel like I’m covered in it.” 

“You’re not covered in it.” The words were said with amusement, and Glenda struggled to keep herself from laughing. She was exhausted, and the simultaneous ridiculousness and seriousness of the entire thing just… well, it was funny. 

“You’re so lucky it was my turn,” he commented, clearly not amused by her laughter, even if they were said with mock annoyance. 

“I had that horrible one the other day,” she then reminded him, even though it definitely hadn’t been as bad as this. “Just hop in the shower with her. It’ll be easier that way.” 

The suggestion a valid one, she went to turn on water and make sure it wasn’t too hot, while he finished cleaning the baby up as much as he could, stripping down and walking into the bathroom with a very poopy but otherwise calm baby resting on his chest. Both still not a hundred percent comfortable with holding her (at least when water was involved), she suggested holding the shower head for him while he kept a secure grasp, the stream of whatever shocking the little girl to tears almost as soon as it hit. Once the shock and the screams passed, though, Glenda had very little choice but to appreciate the sight, quite unaware that a goofy sort of smile had made its way onto her lips. Despite being very concerned that he wouldn’t, Thorfinn easily fit the role, taking it on naturally – which, really, she’d never worried about herself. But still, it was a relief now to watch him hold the baby; one hand supporting her head and the other making sure that everything was properly washed off. Elsie had also become very much taken with his voice, and they’d found that she was much easier to soothe when he was talking to her, regardless of what he was actually saying. Which was how very serious conversations managed to take place between a five-week-old infant and a grown man. It was usually very endearing, but especially so as she watched him discuss the importance of personal hygiene with someone who occasionally cooed in response.  

“What’s that face?” She heard him ask, Thorfinn clearly catching the look. 

“Nothing. I just didn’t think that you holding a baby covered with poop would be this cute.” 

His eye roll was instinctive, but even he couldn’t hide the pleased smile from his lips. “Take her, will you? I’ll wash off.” Towel at the ready, they maneuvered the baby into her grasp, and she wrapped her up to keep her warm. Glenda walked back out to the nursery, and settling the infant onto her changing table, managed to pat her dry and lotion her up before he came out – cleaner and no longer smelling of anything foul. “I know, I know, this sort of service must be awful for you,” Glenda said in response to noises of displeasure that began as soon as she’d put on a new nappy, pressing a few kisses to the soft skin of her tummy before she dressed her properly. “She smells so nice.” The words were said with a sigh, and as she finished dressing the little girl and picked her up, Glenda felt arms suddenly wrap around her middle. There was a hum of agreement, and lips pressed to her shoulders, and she couldn’t help but tilt her head back against his chest, thinking about little else other than how happy she was in the moment.

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[allmymuseinspo]

"i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks" (i cut off the rest of the quote cause I only wanted this bit oops)

“Tell me how you managed to swing this?” Glenda asked, a bit of amusement lacing her words. It was well past ten, visiting hours for St. Mungo’s long over and most guests gone from the building. As it was, given her rather isolated suite, she’d been told that only immediate family could stay over, and so her mum had spent the last two nights with her, more than happy to keep Glenda company. But she could only sleep on the hospitals pull-out or squished into bed with her still recovering daughter for so long, and so when everyone had been getting ready to switch shifts for the day (a turn of phrase Glenda had repeatedly mentioned disliking, as it compared her to a job of some sort), Thorfinn had offhandedly mentioned that he would keep her company that night. 

Of course, there were protests that were followed by reassurances that he would, in fact, be able to do so, and before long the Chittocks left, Colette kissing her daughter on the forehead and thanking him once more before she’d gone. 

“I have my ways.” That was the extent of the answer Glenda received, although truthfully, there was little approval that couldn’t be bought if one tried hard enough. And when it came to making sure she was as comfortable as possible, Thorfinn had spared little expense in the last few days. Not that Glenda could bring herself to care if it meant she could now lay with him in the dim light of her room, both a bit too cramped on the small bed but caring fairly little. Save for their initial conversation that had taken place when she’d woken up to the sight of him in her hospital room, they’d spoken fairly little. It had meant something that he’d been the first face that she’d seen; and although neither of them had brought up what this all meant – after all, he was still very much engaged to someone else, and she was still not someone his family would approve of – Glenda was content not focusing on such things until after she’d gone home and could do so in the comfort of her own space. 

Facing each other, they spent much of the evening chatting about little and touching absently. At one point Glenda brought his hand to her cheek, resting it there as she pressed into the pillow. There were kisses as well, although soft and tender and very much unlike their usual sort. Nothing seemed rushed or hot, and it was more so just conveying how much they’d missed each other without having to outright say so. And despite the less than perfect circumstances which led to their current situation, Glenda couldn’t allow herself to be upset by them or to be very dour about the entire thing. She was in some pain and going a bit stir crazy, but she was also convinced now more than ever that she was completely in love with him, and if she could lay there for a while chatting about her shows or what work had been like for him as of late or the upcoming trip his sister had planned then she would happily do so. 

“I think what I actually missed is playing with your hair,” she noted a while later, one of her arms raised at a slightly awkward angle so that she could both thread her fingers through his hair and continue looking at him. Because she truly could not stop looking at him. 

“Is that so?” There was amusement in both his voice and the half-smile she could see pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“Yeah. Just your hair, nothing else.” She didn’t bother trying to make herself sound believable and instead focused on lightly scratching his scalp with her fingers.

“It’s understandable. I have really nice hair.” 

“Such nice hair,” Glenda agreed, laughing a bit. And then she stopped playing with his hair and brought her hand down, fingers idly trailing along his temple, his cheek, that dimple she really, really loved. Finally they settled on his jaw, and she pressed as close as she could without hurting herself and kissed him. It was soft until it wasn’t, and despite knowing that she shouldn’t, Glenda deepened the kiss, if only to adequately convey how much she’d missed more than just his hair. And although Thorfinn kissed her back, he was also the first to pull away, laughing a bit as he caught his breath. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks,“ he teased, a hand coming up to thread through the hair at the nape of her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw. “So stop trying to have sex with me.” 

“I’m not trying to have sex with you,” she actually scoffed, and rolled her eyes. 

“You practically had your hand down my pants.”

“That’s so not true,” Glenda laughed loudly. “Are you telling me these bruises don’t turn you on?”

“Oh, they’re very sexy,” he agreed with a roll of his eyes, and pressed soft kisses to few bruises that had spread over her face. Regardless of the teasing she’d done, Glenda found the blue and black marks that stained her skin horrifying; and as he lightly kissed them, she closed her eyes, smiling at the gesture. 

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[allmymuseinspo]

misfit. getting out of bed too soon, insisting they feel much better, and collapsing / passing out. (thorfinn and glenda obvs)

Glenda had never been particularly good at sitting around and doing nothing. Not that one could really blame her for her sedentary lifestyle at the moment, given that she was currently on day three of Merlin knew how many in a private room in St. Mungo’s. Her injuries following the attack that left her hospitalized were extensive, if not so severe as to merit further worry; a fact in itself that had left her family and friends incredibly happy. Glenda herself was having a difficult time even thinking about such things, content with pretending as though she’d not gotten close to something terrible and irreversible happening. 

As such, between the large amounts of sleeping, chatting with her parents, laughs with Amelia, and occasional cuddles that she managed to sneak in with Thorfinn when her parents weren’t around, Glenda found herself going rather stir crazy. She’d only gotten up a few times here and there to use the bathroom, and most trips required either her mother or Amelia holding onto her waist to ensure she remained upward as she walked the few steps. 

But by the third day, Glenda was fully convinced that she was doing much better than any of the healers or her family gave her credit for. Currently, it was Thorfinn’s turn to sit with her; which, after months of not speaking to each other, she found that she looked forward to his company the most. They’d not talked about many things as of yet; nothing important, anyway, and nothing broaching the topic of what they were doing or what would happen once she left the hospital ward. But things had changed regardless, and she was simultaneously happy and relieved whenever he popped into her room. 

But for the moment, he’d stepped out to order them something to eat – Glenda having offhandedly complained about that morning’s breakfast and the service in her room meaning that most calls were out of the question. He’d stepped out and she’d sat there staring at the door, lips pursed. Her fingers drummed on her thigh, carefully avoiding the few spots she knew she couldn’t touch. Nodding to herself, she came to the conclusion that everyone else was simply being ridiculous. She pulled the covers off of her and with a bit of effort swung her legs over the side of the bed, gingerly setting her sock-clad feet onto the floor. There was a moment of hesitation as she grabbed the little rail on the bed and Glenda spoke out loud to herself. “Come on, you’re totally fine. This is fine.” 

She was really quite pleased with herself when she turned out to be right and easily stood up, testing out the weight as she shifted from one foot to the other. It was only when she’d taken three – three – steps that the wave of nausea and the headrush hit her. Had she been able to see herself, she would’ve grimaced seeing how the blood drained from her face in exertion, and how she wobbled slightly on her feet. A cold sweat came over her, and the dull ringing in her ears meant she didn’t hear the door open and close until she heard his voice. 

“What the hell are you doing?” But Thorfinn was already walking over, clearly seeing how unsteady she was. 

“Nothing,” Glenda shook her head, waving his arm away. “I’m fine.” She went to brace herself against the wall, but entirely misjudging how far it was, all but tripped over her own feet. Thankfully he’d been standing close enough that he caught her, and for once she didn’t put up much of a fight when he easily lifted her up and brought her back to the bed. Glenda’s eyes skewed shut as she willed the faintness to go away, and were she paying attention to him, she’d have noticed his palm pressed to her forehead and then her cheek, and his concerned expression. 

“I’m going to get someone,” he nodded to himself, clearly worried. But she grabbed his hand before he could, minutely shaking her head. 

“No, I’m fine. I just stood up too fast.” 

“They told you not to,” Thorfinn pointed out, although he didn’t sound particularly chastising. 

“I know.” Her voice was low, and when she finally felt the spinning stop and opened her eyes, she frowned, lips pressed tightly together. “I just want to go home already,” she then admitted, sounding small and feeling stupid when her vision began to blur. “Sorry.” She brought up a hand and wiped at the stubborn tears.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” And before she could reply, he kicked off his shoes and moved so that he could join her properly on the bed. 

“I’m all sweaty now,” she half complained, half warned, and Thorfinn rolled his eyes, pulling her to his chest anyway. 

“Honestly, I think this is your sexiest look yet,” he teased instead, wanting to lighten her mood a bit; and she laughed a full, proper laugh that she hadn’t done in quite a while. 

“Shut up.”

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[allmymuseinspo]

scar: your muse touches one of mine’s scars - Thorfinn and Glenda please

“Where’d you get this?”

Glenda’s voice quietly pierced the comfortable silence that had fallen between them in the early hours of the morning, both having given up speaking unless something odd or curious came to mind. Their breathing had filled the silence of the room, the playlist that she’d put on hours earlier long having finished and switched to something random. Volume on low, it had faded to the background, and Glenda had tuned out much of it, only occasionally humming softly to herself when it happened to catch her ear. 

It was a night that had begun and ended like most others; tangled sheets and limbs, kisses and touches. She’d learned fairly early on to cast a silencing charm on her room when she learned he’d be coming over, and was now relieved not to have to worry as to whether Amelia could hear the faint music through the walls. Sex and then a bit of restorative cuddling which had ultimately led to more sex that forced her to lay there for a solid half hour before she could think about moving again, eventually led them here. Here being Thorfinn sprawled out on his stomach, arms underneath a bunched up pillow that he could rest his head on; while she also lay on her side, legs half on top of his and head propped up by her hand. Her elbow dug into the mattress as it held her up, and her free hand had long ago begun to trace the hard lines of his back. It was then that she’d found the deviation to his otherwise smooth back, her fingers lightly grazing the raised flesh. Instead of continuing in her nonsensical search, her fingers remained there, brushing the scar tissue as she asked her question. 

She only heard a grunt of some sort in reply, Thorfinn clearly not hearing her question. “The scar here. How’d you get it?” Voice still appropriately low, it didn’t noticeably disturb the quiet as she repeated her question. Quite comfortable, he didn’t move, and it was only when she looked back up at his face that she’d noticed he’d opened his eyes. 

“I fell off a horse,” he said, sounding almost bored and as if such a thing were a normal mishap. 

“You fell off a horse,” Glenda repeated the words, sounding simultaneously amused and skeptical. 

“Sienna bet that I couldn’t ride as well as she could. She jumped, I jumped. I fell, she didn’t.” 

“Ah.” The sound was filled with repressed laughter, and Glenda struggled to keep an amused smile from pulling at her lips.

“I’d ask if my pain amuses you, but I know that it does.” 

“You make me sound like a sadist.”

“We’ve established that you are.” The words were said matter-of-factly, and she heard an accompanying scoff. 

But instead of answering Glenda rolled her eyes and leaned over to press a soft kiss to the scar in question, her lips lingering.

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[allmymuseinspo]

James and Glenda after he walks in on her and Thorfinn

“I’m trying to hold back judgement until after you talk, but it’s difficult.” Glenda grimaced at his words, the afternoon already not playing out the way that she’d intended on it. 

Expecting to have the flat free for most of the day, she’d told Thorfinn to stay a bit longer than he usually did in the mornings; it being Sunday meaning they could hang around her place, sleep in a bit, have more than just a quickie before he had to leave. Today, though, she’d thought it’d be fine given that Amelia had slept over at James’ the night before and noted that they likely wouldn’t be back until the following evening. 

Which was why she’d not really thought anything of it when some toast and tea for nourishment had turned into a tryst in her kitchen. But a moment she’d usually not ever look back on had suddenly turned into a story that she’d never be able to live down. Truthfully, she’d not even noticed that anyone had come into the room until loud gasps were heard, far too focused on the man on his knees in front of her. Thankfully, his stature had meant that most indecent things were hidden from view, and she’d barely had time to look up – seeing James with his back turned and Amelia covering her eyes – before he’d stood and blocked her properly. There were shouts and apologies and quickly both parties moved to their respective rooms. It wasn’t long before Thorfinn left, and even less time before Glenda, now mercifully dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, looked over to find James leaning against her door frame, not bothering to hide his nosiness or his shock. 

“It’s just sex,” she easily defended, bending forward to pull her hair up in a bun, the action 100% done to avoid looking at him. When she did look over again, she grimaced. “Did you see –” 

“Everything.” 

“My boobs?”

“Oh yeah.” 

“You’re not going to tell –” 

“No.” Peter. No, it was best not to tell him. And somehow, she doubted James would want to be the one to do so. “Is there something to tell?” 

“We’re not like dating or anything,” she offered, clearly embarrassed, her blush stained cheeks hiding little. There was a moment of silence, and the very amused expression on his face shifted into one that seemed half curious, half horrified. 

“But Rowle?” This time it was Glenda who looked at him with skepticism. 

“Thorfinn’s hot. Have you looked at him? Can you even blame me?”

“I have. I do. You’re sleeping with a guy named Thorfinn.” He didn’t sound very impressed. Exchanging looks, both of them began to laugh, and Glenda ran a hand over her face, admittedly still a bit flustered. For all her talk about wanting to have public sex, having her friends walk in on her when she thought herself was the last thing she wanted. 

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Oh, no. Never.”

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