#plaid shirts. and thicker sweaters

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HEIGHT CHART!!! i love charts!!

this includes my headcanons for height, age, and appearance at the time of book 3 TPD. plus’s an eyeball close up :)

[IDs copied on alt text: four images, three are colored close ups of; the four kids, mr benedict and his older daughters, and mccracken mr curtain and sq. the fourth is a long image with sketches of all of them in a row.

first a colored drawing of the four kids, standing against lines of one foot intervals.

kate is 5’4 and 15, she is standing with her hands on her hips, coping constance who is doing the same, and is wearing a white and red striped shirt, jeans, and red sneakers. her red bucket is attached at the hip. she has long blonde hair in a high ponytail, and light skin. the closeup on her eye shows it is mirthful and a murky blue color. her eyebrows are thick but blonde.

constance is 3’6 and 5, she is also standing hands on hips but with a grumpy expression. she is wearing a yellow and red dress over blue leggings and has on red rain boots, she has a red hair clip and her globe necklace. her hair is very light and whispy and her skin is pale but rosy, the eye closeup shows her eyes are small and very light blue.

sticky is 5’1 and 14, he is standing straight and is wearing a blue sweater with a white color and white pants. his head is bald and he has circular glasses and a nervous expression, his skin is a medium brown. the close up on his eye shows that they are round and open.

reynie his 5’0 and 14, he is standing straight and is wearing a green sweater vest over a white short sleeve collared shirt, his pants are brown slacks. his hair is dark brown and his skin is tan and very freckled. the closeup of his eyes shows it is more asian looking with a monolid, his eyebrows becoming thicker at the ends.

the second drawing is of mr benedict and his eldest daughters standing against lines of one foot intervals.

Mr Benedict is 5’6 and 52, he is wearing a green plaid suit with dark lines over a lighter base, under he has on a green vest, a white collar shirt and a black tie. he has an amused expression and white wavy hair, he has on glasses and has stubble. he has light skin but it’s slightly darker than kate’s. his eye closeup shows green eyes with smile lines and deep set eyes, plus white eyebrows.

rhonda is 5’1 and 28, she is wearing a blue cardigan over a pink shirt and purple jeans. her socks are yellow in maryjane shoes. she has a cheeky expression and her hair is in long black braids, her skin is very dark brown. in her eye closeup she has thick eyebrows and prominent lower lashes.

Number Two is 6’1 and 32, she is wearing a 1920’s esc outfit, all in pencil yellow. her outfit is very boxy and the pleats on her skirt resemble the edges of a pencil. she is wearing yellow boot covers and silver necklaces, reminiscent of the metal part of the eraser. her blouse is framed like the tip of a pencil from the deep v of her blazer and the white color with a hint of black at the point. she has rusty red hair styled in finger waves and pronounced eyebags. her skin is light but with yellow undertones. her eye close up shows simply stylized eyes and thin eyebrows.

the third drawing has McCracken Mr curtain and SQ against lines of one foot intervals.

McCracken is 7’0 and 35, he is wearing an all black suit and and two watches. he is drawn with the symmetry tool which adds creepiness and has brown pushed back hair, pale blue eyes and light skin. he has no eye closeup.

Mr Curtain is 5’6 and 52, he is wearing a green plaid suit with light lines over a darker base, under he has on a green vest, a white collar shirt and a black tie. he has a grumpy expression and white slicked back hair, he is clean shaven. he has light skin but it’s slightly darker than kate’s. his eye closeup shows green eyes with furrowed eyebrows and deep set eyes, plus he is squinting.

SQ is 6’5 and 27, he is wearing a tan and orange t shirt, blue jeans and big boots. he is standing with his hands in front of himself and a pleasant expression. his hair is curly and dark brown and his skin is pale and freckled and his cheeks are rosy, he has arm hair visible, since he has short sleeves. his eye closeup shows thick eyebrows and downturned eyes with a heavy lid, they look half closed.

the long drawing has the same lines, but no coloring in. all characters are against the foot interval lines and have colored line art. both twins and reynie are in green, sticky and sq are in blue, kate and number two are in yellow, constance is in red, rhonda is in pink and mccracken is in black.]

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I'm bored, could I draw Ciaran? I study Graphic and Fashion Design, but I draw for fun, and I'm no expert. I love character design, so could you give me some information on Ciaran's appearance and fashion style so I can give it a try?

Give me super-duper ✨️details✨️ appearance and fashion style please!! That would help me a lot.

If you want to ofc.

Of course! Anyone is free to draw any of my OCs/MC whenever they want! I know most of them don't have descriptions adslkfj but I actually spent WAY too many hours making picrews of them all so I could finally create their profile posts. I'm too lazy to make moodboards for everybody like I did for Ciaran and Arsenios.

Oh, anyway, sorry I got a bit off topic there!

You are absolutely welcome to draw Ciaran if you feel so inspired!

OH BOY. You want super duper details, eh? That's like... my specialty lol. Here I go!

Body-wise, Ciaran is on the shorter side for someone who is amab. I tend to think of them as like 5'4" and a half, but they round that up to 5'5" lol. That's pretty average for most people, but Ciaran comes from a family of tall peeps. Plus I think of most of the demons as being between 5'10" and like... 6'4" so comparatively, Ciaran is quite short. They're also chubby. Definitely all soft and round, with a sorta hourglass figure shape. Mostly hips and belly, but nothing crazy proportion-wise.

They're Irish so you know, rather pale. Not really freckled but will get them if they spend a lot of time in the sun.

Naturally black hair, but they dye it blue. This means the color can vary. Since they bleach their black hair to dye it blue, when they've freshly dyed it, it'll be a deeper more vibrant blue. But if it's been a while, it'll be a more sky blue color. It's short, the back goes to maybe the middle of their neck while the front stops around their chin. Side part that varies sides because it's wild. Not curly, but very wavy and just kinda all over the place. It's juuuust long enough to put into a tiny ponytail, which they will do sometimes. But more often if they need it out of their face, they'll clip it back with some kinda cutesy barrette. (I think Asmo has probably given them a ton of these lol.)

Their eyes are mostly dark green with maybe a hint of lighter green in the depths. They're also one of those lucky people who have long eyelashes. And they don't dye their eyebrows, so they're just black. And they're not super thick, but perhaps thicker than average? I'm not super dedicated to that detail, though.

Face is very round, due to the chubby lol. They get their ears pierced while in the Devildom, but they don't start out with that so it just depends. When the ears are pierced, they wear simple studs.

Style-wise, I describe Ciaran's style as hipster with a side of punk. They like corduroy and sweaters, but then they'll wear Converse shoes and leather jackets. Usually wears paint stained overalls when they're painting. They like bright colors so most of their sweaters/t-shirts are blue, yellow, or green. Pretty much always wearing sneakers, I'd say they have a single pair of Converse that are their favorites and they wear those all the time. Probably just black and white.

They carry around a brown leather messenger bag situation where they keep all their stuff.

Known to wear scarves whenever it's even a tiny bit cold and they're all like... plaid lol. Definitely has a preference for green/blue plaid, but will wear red/black plaid as well. Sometimes wears pants with those patterns, too.

When dressing up a little, they'll go with fancy pants, suspenders, and a bow tie with their usual Converse because they care most about comfort.

They often have their nails painted, but the colors vary depending on their mood. (Likely Asmo does this for them when they live in the HoL. Left to his own devices, Ciaran isn't super reliable about repainting his nails so they're often chipped as hell lol.)

HOWEVER. On special occasions, Ciaran will completely glam it up.

For instance, if the demons really want him to get snazzy, he will wear a three piece suit. Like it's kinda he doesn't care about this stuff. Most of the time, they prefer comfort, but if they want to, they can absolutely rock a suit and look good doing it.

Likely they're going to do some glitz with that, though. Wearing gold jewelry and having Asmo do their makeup. Style their hair so it isn't as crazy lol.

And sometimes, Ciaran will also glam it up femme style. This is very much a situation where they let Asmo dress them up, basically. But even back in the human world, they would do this. It usually involved borrowing their sister's clothes, which is funny because she's a lot taller. But Ciaran will just put on some heels and call it good.

When they do stuff like this, they like to get really flashy. So it's all sequins and glitter and such. They'll do their hair in a fancy updo or curl it or something. They definitely like that kinda old school Hollywood glam style. But this is a rare occurrence because they don't care to bother doing it most of the time. And they're also the type who will like... go to bed with a full face of makeup because they're too tired to take it off. And like if they're doing this, you know they're planning on partying.

Anyway, now that I've written an essay's worth about Ciaran's appearance and style, I hope that helps! You asked for details and well... here they are lol!

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The Ultimate Guide to Classic Shirt Styles for Every Man

When it comes to building a timeless wardrobe, few items are as essential as the classic shirt. Whether you're dressing for a formal occasion, a casual outing, or just a day at the office, understanding the different types of shirts and their appropriate uses can elevate your style significantly. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the different types of shirts for men (classic) where every man should know, their origins, and how to choose the right one for any occasion.

1. The Classic Dress Shirt

Overview: The classic dress shirt is the cornerstone of formal menswear. Typically characterized by its long sleeves, stiff collar, and button-down front, this shirt is designed to be worn with a suit or dress trousers. It's a staple in both business and formal settings.

Key Features:

Collar Styles: Point collar, spread collar, and cutaway collar.

Fabric Choices: Cotton, linen, and blends. According to a study by the Textile World, 80% of men prefer cotton for its breathability and comfort.

Fit: Available in slim, regular, and extra slim fits to suit various body types.

How to Wear: Pair with a matching suit and tie for formal events or with dress trousers and a blazer for business meetings.

2. The Oxford Shirt

Overview: Originating from the University of Oxford, the Oxford shirt is a more casual alternative to the dress shirt but still retains a polished look. It's characterized by its button-down collar and thicker fabric, which gives it a robust, textured appearance.

Key Features:

Collar Styles: Button-down collar is typical.

Fabric Choices: Heavyweight cotton is the norm, making it durable and comfortable.

Fit: Often found in regular and slim fits.

How to Wear: Ideal for casual Fridays at work or paired with jeans for a smart-casual look.

3. The Chambray Shirt

Overview: The chambray shirt is often mistaken for denim but is made from a lighter, more breathable fabric. It's a versatile shirt that bridges the gap between formal and casual wear.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Lightweight cotton or cotton blends.

Color: Typically light blue, but can come in various shades.

Fit: Regular and slim fits are common.

How to Wear: Great for layering under a blazer or worn alone with chinos for a relaxed yet refined look.

4. The Linen Shirt

Overview: Perfect for warm climates or summer events, the linen shirt is known for its lightweight, breathable qualities. Its natural fibers make it ideal for hot weather, though it tends to wrinkle easily.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Pure linen or linen blends.

Color: Often found in lighter, airy colors like white, beige, and pastel shades.

Fit: Usually available in relaxed fits.

How to Wear: Pair with shorts or lightweight trousers for a breezy, casual look. It's also a great option for beachside events or outdoor gatherings.

5. The Plaid Shirt

Overview: The plaid shirt is a versatile option that can be dressed up or down. Its distinctive checkered pattern adds a touch of character to your outfit.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Cotton or flannel, which offers a softer texture and added warmth.

Pattern: Varies from small checks to larger tartan designs.

Fit: Regular and slim fits.

How to Wear: Pair with jeans for a casual weekend look or layer under a sweater for a cozy, casual ensemble.

6. The Henley Shirt

Overview: Combining the elements of a T-shirt and a button-down, the Henley shirt offers a sporty yet stylish appearance. It features a round neckline with a few buttons but lacks a collar.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Cotton or cotton blends.

Design: Button placket at the neckline.

Fit: Regular fit is standard.

How to Wear: Ideal for casual outings or lounging at home. Can be worn on its own or layered under a jacket.

7. The Polo Shirt

Overview: The polo shirt is a classic casual staple that blends the sophistication of a button-down with the comfort of a T-shirt. It features a collar and a buttoned placket.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Cotton pique or blends.

Design: Short sleeves with a collar and two or three-button placket.

Fit: Available in regular, slim, and athletic fits.

How to Wear: Perfect for casual Fridays at work, weekend activities, or pairing with shorts on a hot day.

8. The Western Shirt

Overview: With its roots in American cowboy culture, the Western shirt is known for its distinctive yokes and snap buttons. It’s a rugged, stylish choice for those who want a touch of Americana in their wardrobe.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Denim or plaid cotton.

Design: Western yokes and snap buttons.

Fit: Regular fit is common.

How to Wear: Ideal for casual, laid-back settings or for adding a bit of edge to your outfit. Pair with jeans or chinos.

9. The Turtleneck Shirt

Overview: A sophisticated alternative to traditional shirts, the turtleneck features a high, close-fitting collar that folds over. It’s perfect for colder weather and can be worn as a base layer or on its own.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Wool, cotton, or blends.

Design: High, folded collar.

Fit: Slim to regular fits.

How to Wear: Wear under a blazer for a refined look or on its own for a chic, modern style. Great for layering in colder months.

10. The Hawaiian Shirt

Overview: Often associated with relaxed, vacation vibes, the Hawaiian shirt features bold, tropical patterns and is made from lightweight materials. It’s a fun, casual option for leisure and travel.

Key Features:

Fabric Choices: Lightweight cotton or rayon.

Design: Bright, floral patterns.

Fit: Regular fit is standard.

How to Wear: Perfect for beach outings or summer parties. Pair with shorts and sandals for the ultimate laid-back look.

Conclusion

Understanding the different types of classic shirts is key to curating a versatile and stylish wardrobe. From the formal dress shirt to the laid-back Hawaiian shirt, each style serves a unique purpose and adds a distinct flair to your outfits. By investing in a range of these timeless pieces, you can ensure that you're always dressed appropriately and stylishly for any occasion.

By incorporating these classic shirts into your wardrobe, you'll not only enhance your style but also ensure that you’re prepared for any event or situation life throws your way. Remember, the right shirt can make all the difference in how you present yourself to the world.

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Staying Cozy Looking Cool Seasonal Styling Tips for Your Western Wardrobe

Styling tips in summer with western wear

Summer styling with western wear can be both chic and comfortable. Here are some tips to keep you looking great while staying cool:

1. Light Fabrics: Opt for breathable materials like cotton, linen, or lightweight denim. These fabrics will help keep you cool and comfortable in the heat.

2. Shorts and Skirts: Embrace summer by wearing western shorts or skirts. High-waisted shorts paired with a tucked-in blouse or a flowy skirt with a cropped top can create a stylish yet casual look.

3. Tank Tops and Tees: Choose tank tops or lightweight tees with interesting details like lace trims, embroidery, or unique prints. These add a touch of western flair without adding bulk.

4. Layer Smartly: While summer can be hot, evenings can get cool. Layer with lightweight denim jackets or vests. Opt for a distressed or fringed denim jacket to enhance the western vibe.

5. Cowboy Boots: Classic cowboy boots can be worn with shorts or dresses for a fun twist. Choose a lighter color or material to avoid overheating.

6. Accessories: Incorporate western accessories like a stylish belt with a statement buckle, a wide-brimmed hat, or layered necklaces. These can elevate your look without adding too much warmth.

7. Dresses: A western-inspired dress, such as one with fringe, embroidery, or a prairie style, can be both elegant and cool. Look for dresses in light fabrics and vibrant colors or prints.

8. Breezy Layers: Light, flowing layers like kimonos or shawls can add a touch of western style while allowing airflow.

9. Colors and Prints: Go for lighter colors and vibrant prints that reflect the summer spirit. Floral patterns, stripes, and pastels can add a fresh look to your western wear.

10. Keep it Simple: Sometimes less is more. Stick to a few key pieces and avoid over-accessorizing. This helps in maintaining a balanced and cool look.

With these tips, you can effortlessly blend western wear with summer style, keeping your look both fashionable and comfortable

Winter tips

Winter styling with western wear can be both cozy and chic. Here are some tips to keep you stylish and warm:

1. Layer Up: Start with a thermal base layer for added warmth. Then, layer with western-inspired pieces like flannel shirts or denim jackets. A wool or wool-blend vest over a flannel can add both warmth and style.

2. Heavy-Duty Outerwear: Invest in a quality western-style coat or jacket. Options like a shearling-lined jacket, a wool duster, or a classic trench with western details can keep you warm while enhancing your look.

3. Denim and Corduroy: Opt for thicker denim or corduroy pants and skirts. Pair them with tall boots to keep warm and add a western touch.

4. Cowboy Boots: Choose a pair of cowboy boots with a warm lining or pair them with thick, warm socks. They add a western flair and keep your feet cozy.

5. Sweaters and Knitwear: Go for chunky knit sweaters or cardigans in western-inspired patterns or textures. Look for designs with fringe, embroidery, or plaid patterns for a rustic touch.

6. Plaid and Checks: Incorporate plaid or checkered patterns, which are often associated with western wear. A plaid shirt, scarf, or skirt can add warmth and a classic western vibe.

7. Accessories: Layer on scarves, hats, and gloves with western motifs. A wide-brimmed hat, wool beanie, or a statement belt can enhance your look while keeping you warm.

8. Layered Skirts: For a feminine touch, layer a western-inspired skirt over thermal leggings or tights. Pair with a cozy sweater and boots for a balanced look.

9. Fringe and Embroidery: Don’t shy away from western details like fringe or embroidery. These elements can be incorporated into jackets, sweaters, or accessories for a distinctive western touch.

10. Warm Fabrics: Opt for warm fabrics like wool, tweed, and flannel. These materials not only keep you warm but also add a classic, rugged feel to your western outfits.

Combining these elements will help you stay stylish and warm while embracing western wear throughout the winter season.

Tips for rainy season

Styling western wear during the rainy season requires a balance of practicality and style. Here are some tips to keep you looking great while staying dry:

1. Waterproof Outerwear: Invest in a stylish raincoat or trench coat with western details. Look for materials like coated cotton or waterproof nylon to keep you dry. A classic trench or a sleek rain jacket can add a polished look while protecting you from the elements.

2. Layer Smart: Layering is key. Choose moisture-wicking base layers and opt for breathable fabrics to stay comfortable. A lightweight western-inspired jacket or vest can be added over your raincoat for extra warmth when needed.

3. Waterproof Footwear: Opt for waterproof cowboy boots or stylish rain boots. Look for designs that have western elements, such as stitching or embossed patterns. Ensure they have good traction to prevent slipping.

4. Umbrellas and Hats: A wide-brimmed hat or a cowboy hat with a waterproof material can add a western flair while protecting your head from rain. An umbrella in a classic or western-inspired print can also be a stylish accessory.

5. Quick-Dry Fabrics: Choose clothing made from quick-dry materials that won’t get soggy. This includes synthetic fibers or treated denim that dries faster than traditional fabrics.

6. Plaid and Checks: Incorporate plaid or checkered patterns that evoke a western vibe. A plaid shirt or scarf can be both functional and stylish. Just make sure they are made from water-resistant materials.

7. Layered Skirts and Dresses: If you prefer skirts or dresses, layer them with tights or leggings to keep warm and dry. Pair with waterproof boots and a raincoat for a cohesive look.

8. Functional Accessories: Opt for practical accessories like a waterproof bag or a crossbody that can handle a bit of rain. Choose materials that are easy to clean and maintain.

9. Avoid Heavy Fabrics: In the rainy season, avoid heavy fabrics that take long to dry and can become uncomfortable when wet. Stick to lighter, quick-drying options.

10. Mix and Match: Combine traditional western wear with functional rain gear. For instance, pair a western-style shirt with a sleek, waterproof trench coat or combine denim with a stylish rain jacket.

By integrating these tips, you can navigate the rainy season while keeping your western-inspired style intact and functional.

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The Various Seasonal Styles of T-Shirts

T-shirts are arguably the most timeless pieces of clothing in our wardrobes. They are comfortable, easy to wear, and can be styled in countless ways to suit different seasons. Whether it's the heat of summer, the crispness of fall, the chill of winter, or the freshness of spring, T-shirts can be your go-to clothing item. Apparel stores get ready to purchase bulk blank t-shirts to customize them for each season. In this article, we'll explore how to style T-shirts for various seasons throughout the year.

Summer

Summer is synonymous with T-shirts, and for good reason. They're perfect for staying cool in the scorching heat. Just make sure you pick the right material  that doesn’t add to the warmth of the season. For apparel stores, Port Authority t-shirts wholesale is a wise investment, considering the brands high-quality, high-value summer tees. Here's how to style them:

Classic Casual: Pair a plain white T-shirt with shorts and sneakers for the ultimate laid-back summer look. Roll up the sleeves for a touch of style.

Beach Vibes: Throw on a graphic T-shirt over your swimsuit or trunks for a beach-ready outfit. Don't forget your flip-flops and a wide-brimmed hat.

Crop it: Experiment with cropped T-shirts that are trendy and let your skin breathe. Combine them with high-waisted shorts or a flowy skirt.

Layer with a Light Jacket: For cooler summer evenings, layer your T-shirt with a lightweight denim or linen jacket. It adds style without the heat.

Fall

Fall is all about layering and transitioning from the warmth of summer to the chill of winter. For apparel stores, this is the time to place some bulk apparel orders. Here's how to style T-shirts for this season:

Cardigans and T-shirts: Layer a cozy cardigan over your favorite T-shirt for warmth and style. Pair them with jeans and ankle boots for a chic fall look.

Long-Sleeve Tees: Invest in long-sleeve T-shirts made of thicker fabric. They work well under jackets and coats.

T-shirt Dresses: T-shirt dresses are perfect for fall. Add tights or leggings and ankle boots to complete the ensemble.

Plaid Shirts: Wear your T-shirt underneath an open plaid shirt for a classic fall appearance. Finish with jeans and sneakers or ankle boots.

Winter

Winter calls for warmth, and T-shirts can still be part of your wardrobe. Here's how:

Layer with a Sweater: Combine a T-shirt with a warm sweater. Choose chunky knits or wool blends for added insulation.

Under a Blazer: For a semi-formal winter look, wear a T-shirt under a blazer. Add a scarf for extra warmth.

Turtlenecks and T-shirts: Layer a turtleneck under a T-shirt for a stylish and cozy outfit. Pair with jeans and winter boots.

Accessorize: Don't forget winter accessories like beanies, gloves, and scarves to complement your T-shirt ensemble.

Despite having their place in winter wardrobes, tees are often only a part of the outfit for many during the season. So apparel stores should invest in just the right quantity of t-shirts. To keep within budget, we suggest Gildan t-shirts wholesale. 

Spring

Spring is the season of renewal, and your T-shirts can reflect that with bright colors and fresh styles. And when it comes to style, most apparel stores go for Port and Company t-shirts wholesale purchases. Let’s get to styling them:

Pastel Pairings: Embrace pastel T-shirts and pair them with white jeans or floral skirts for a springtime look.

Tied at the Waist: Tie a long-sleeve T-shirt at the waist over a sundress for a casual, layered appearance.

Lightweight Layers: Opt for lightweight, long-sleeve T-shirts to keep comfortable during spring's fluctuating temperatures. Pair them with jeans and sneakers.

Rainy Day Chic: In case of spring showers, layer your T-shirt with a waterproof jacket and ankle rain boots.

Remember, the key to styling T-shirts for different seasons is layering, choosing appropriate fabrics, and accessorizing accordingly. T-shirts are incredibly versatile, allowing you to create diverse looks while staying comfortable and stylish year-round. Apparel stores have more to experiment on with more t-shirt options from many popular brands at their disposal. 

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How to Style Button Up Shirts in Cooler Months

Button up shirts are a stylish choice year-round. However, if it gets chilly in your part of the country during the winter, you might have to put in a little more effort to make it work. However, a few extra steps can ensure your outfits are comfortable with your button up as the star of the show. From layering it with a 1/4 zip pullover to using vests, here’s how to make the most out of your button ups during the cooler months.

Layer a Long Sleeve Underneath A good button up should never hide, but in the winter, how do you stay warm and keep it on display? The best way is by layering it in combination with a long sleeve T-shirt. Pick a neutral color for the T-shirt—white, black, or grey—and then your button up can still be the centerpiece of your outfit. Choose a performance T-shirt for added comfort. The lightweight and comfortable feel is a great option underneath your favorite button up. Wear a Vest on Top of Your Button Up If you want to reverse the layers and have your button up on the bottom but still be able to show it off, a vest is a great option. You can get a quilted or puffer vest, but either way, this is a throwback style that’s making a comeback. Everyone will still get to see your button up shirt, but you can enjoy the warmth and extra depth that a good vest provides. You can color match a blue vest with a blue and gray plaid button up or go with a contrasting look, like an olive vest over the top of a navy button up. There are so many ways to make this style work. Pair a Pullover with Your Button Up for a Business Casual Look Your button up can still influence your style even when it’s barely showing. That’s how good it is. When you want to show hints of your button up but layer against the cold in a professional setting, a golf quarter zip is the way to go. They look professional and are incredibly comfortable. The best part? You can unzip the quarter zip to give your button up some extra show time. Want to layer up even more? Throw on your vest over the pullover, and you’ve got a three-layer outfit ready for the colder parts of the country. Don’t Forget to Bring One on Vacation Just because it is winter doesn’t mean you won’t have a chance to wear some warm-weather outfits. If you head out on vacation to the west coast or fly to an island, a button up is a perfect addition to your beachwear. You can rock it on the beach or wear it to dinner. A casual plaid button up works well with a pair of board shorts or even some casual jeans. Grab three or four, and you’ll look great all vacation long. A Shirt Jacket Combines Button Up Style with Jacket Layering A button up doesn’t always have to just be a shirt. In fact, you can find a shirt jacket that is the best of both worlds. It’s a staple in SoCal surf style but looks great on either coast. The thicker material holds up against chilly breezes but is soft enough to feel like a classic button up. You’ll want to wear it over and over again. It’s a must-have for every button up fan. About johnnie-O johnnie-O isn’t your average menswear brand. They effortlessly combine the casual and comfortable feel of west coast designs with the elevated look of east coast prep. The result is johnnie-O’s signature WEST COAST PREP®. These clothes look just at home on your trip to the beach as they do while you’re hanging out downtown. Wear them to work, the golf course, your family barbecue, or your holiday party. There’s something for every situation, style, and personality. Pick out a golf pullover from The Golf Shop or find a cashmere option in The Sweater Shop. With johnnie-O, you’ll always be dressed for success. Find the best button ups and layering pieces for your outfits at https://www.johnnie-o.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3H9Ssq4

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SHACKETS - A SUBTLE WINTER CHOICE.

When you are shopping for winters, the most essential feature you look for in clothing is how warm and comfortable it is. Winters give you a wide stage to create and experiment with different looks and styles and hold a special place in men’s fashion. And when we talk about winters how can we forget about one of the most versatile winter essentials - SHACKETS.

In winter, men often struggle with layers and layers of clothing to keep them warm and end up feeling tired in those heavy sweaters and coats. This is when Shackets came to the rescue. Shackets are a fusion of shirt jackets in a more general sense but actually, there is no such proper way to define it. They are a thicker version of Flannel shirts or button-downs but thinner than normal winter jackets and are worn in the weather when you need extra warmth. Shackets can be found in a variety of types and fittings. They are very comfortable and go well in all seasons except summer for sure. With pockets in front, the item is an exceptional outfit for men. Shackets are generally made of woolen fabric and are woven with flap chest pockets and inside cuffs made of fur. The piece is an absolute style statement. There exists a variety of Shackets such as - Plaid Shackets, Oversized Shackets, Flannel Shackets and more. This is a comfort clothing and is definitely not a formal wear rather a casual or relaxed one. It is the best choice for outings, get togethers, small parties and gatherings, meet-ups, walks and winter dates.

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[mejomonster]

I love Decora fashion in theory but will never dress that way because when it comes to effort I go for Minimum possible and if things take longer than 10 minutes for my entire get together (unless it's a photoshoot or wedding), I'm not doing it. Also if things are uncomfortable so like anything tight there's a 90% chance I'm not ever wearing it (except special occasions when you WANT a bodycon glitter gold dress to look like femme captain kirk)

So like. My makeup takes 3 minutes. My hair takes 5 minutes or less (usually none). My clothes don't usually have layers unless it's a coat/sweater/button up on top of a shirt I'd be cold in. Accessories generally are not being worn unless they're accessories I wear nonstop and won't take off until they break off me (earrings I wear until they get lost, necklaces and bracelets I wear until they break etc). While I have many cute bags, in practice I use one and don't change it, or use multiple if it's a big trip etc. I just love how layering looks and hairclips and bracelets and... and I'm way too lazy to put all of that on then take it all off :c

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 10

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Love and Hope

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Other Characters: OFCs: Jill (Y/N’s sister), Evie and Mia (Y/N’s nieces), OMC: Brian (Y/N’s brother-in-law)

Word Count: 6,385 (notes in bold, thoughts, texts, song lyrics in italics). 

Part Summary: As Christmas time approaches, Y/N and Dean are sad they can’t spend this time together as she goes home to New York for the holidays. However, their Christmas presents to each other prove that they have a future together.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief mention of reader’s exes, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head (slightly), Dean being sweet (yes, that’s a warning), Fluff (yes, it’s true, you read that correctly lol)

Music: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas by Jason Manns (Y/N at the airport scene), Let It Snow by Bing Crosby (playing in the background of Y/N and her sister girl talk scene), Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns (Christmas Eve scenes)

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A/N: It’s a Christmas chapter! Yay! Great timing as it’s the first day of the holiday season! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and loving this series. I never thought it would get as much love as it has, and I’m so grateful to every single one of you! There’s only 5 parts and an epilogue left after this, I can’t believe we’re almost at the end, but there’s still quite a bit of story to tell. I’m so excited for you guys to see what happens! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics! Check her out for all your AU needs, and for festive themes!!!

Y/N smiled as she watched the kids rushing out the front doors of the school. It was officially the end of the day and the start of the holidays. She pulled her coat a little tighter around herself, as she called out to some students to be careful on the sidewalk, as it had snowed overnight. It was December 22nd, and school had let out early. In a few short hours, she was flying out to New York to spend the holidays with her family. She was nervous about the weather and was praying that her flight wouldn’t be grounded. She was also nervous to be headed home but considering Ethan had made the permanent move to L.A. she doubted he would be there.

She went back into the school and quickly packed up her things. She said goodbye to all the teachers and to Chuck and walked out with Cas and Charlie.

“Alright, here” Charlie said, as she handed her a small present in the parking lot.

“Oh Charlie, thank you” Y/N smiled, as she took it and handed one over to her as well. Y/N opened the gift, smiling as she saw the earrings she wanted during a time when she and Charlie had gone shopping, but didn’t buy.

Charlie hugged her after opening hers, a beautiful scarf that had her favorite colors.

Cas and Y/N exchanged gifts too, a new tie, white with little books on it for him because “blue may be your color, but you can branch out” and a leather-bound journal for her.

“Merry Christmas” all three of them hugged and called out to each other before they drove home.

Y/N hurried to get home as she still had a few more things to pack before she left in the evening. She had messaged Mark a few days after the incident with him, telling him that it was really over and to never call her, ever again. So far, it seemed like he had gotten the message, having not tried to contact her at all in the last few weeks. She was incredibly thankful for that. She was also thankful that in that time, she and Dean had been hanging out a lot, too. It was all very innocent and simple, just watching movies and making dinner together, or ordering take-out if they didn’t feel like cooking, after they both finished work. After that first night when they slept in her bed, they hadn’t done more than that. She was beginning to wonder when Dean would ask her out, and whether she should just ask him. Though she knew that maybe they just needed a little more time.

When she got home, she unzipped her boots and walked around in socked feet. She picked her suitcase which was half packed already and put it on the bed. She started putting some clothes and shoes and other items that she would need, including a few last-minute presents for her nieces.

Once she was finally finished packing, Y/N got changed into the clothes she’d be wearing to travel. A loose, grey, high-neck sweater and dark grey scarf, black pants and her grey coat, and white sneakers to make it easier on her feet in the airport. She had her carry-on and check-in bags ready by the door, needing both for this trip as she had to carry so many presents with her. She couldn’t wait to see her family after so many months away from them.

Dean shrugged on a thicker plaid shirt, wrapped a scarf around his neck and then his brown leather jacket. He picked up the rectangle shaped present he had wrapped horribly (he had never been good at that) and opened the front door, leaving the house and closing it.

He walked down the porch steps and across the path in his front yard, where he had cleared the snow off to the sides. He walked across the street and down the path of Y/N’s yard, which he had cleared for her, walking up her porch steps. He stood in front of the door and let out a big breath, pushing the doorbell. He had her present in his hand and he wanted to give it to her at that very moment. He had enlisted Dorothy’s help in finding it for Y/N, after an idea popped into his head and he couldn’t get rid of it. Considering Dorothy had connections, she had managed to get him a decent price on it; it was expensive but at least it didn’t cost him an absolute fortune once she haggled the price down.

The door opened, and Y/N was shocked to see Dean standing there. She stood at the threshold and admired how adorable he looked all rugged up to protect himself from the cold.

“Hi” she smiled, softly.

“Hi” he smirked, walking in when she stepped aside. “You leaving soon?”

“Yeah, my cab should be here any minute” she said, shutting the door.

Dean nodded, as he handed the present over to her. “Here.”

“Oh, Dean” she smiled at him, as she took it from him. “I was going to leave yours at your door, but-” she stopped herself as she tucked the present under her arm, gesturing for him to wait and walked into her office.

Dean watched as she came back, carrying a large, thin, rectangular shape wrapped up in silver wrapping and a giant red ribbon, tied into a bow.

“This is for you” she smiled, handing it over to him. “But you can’t open it until midnight, after Christmas Eve is over.”

“Okay. Wow. Thanks” he said, looking over it and wondering what the hell it was. “You can’t open yours till then, either.”

“New York’s an hour ahead” she laughed.

“Doesn’t matter. We both open them on our midnight. Deal?” he asked, smirking.

“Deal” she nodded, with a smile.

“So… New York. I’m glad you’ll get to see your folks for the holidays” he said, his smirk fading away knowing that she’d be so far away. He was happy for her, though. She deserved to see her family after so many months away.

“I can’t wait” she beamed. “Just to see them all, hug and cuddle my little nieces, soak up the holiday spirit.”

“That’s great.” He smirked. Seeing her love for her family made him positive that his own would love her, and she would love them.

He looked down at the present in her hand and smirked. He really hoped that it would let her know what he felt for her. Y/N looked at the present she got him and hoped that he’d like it. It was something for his new building where he was going to have the restoration garage. It would look amazing in his office, there.

A car horn honking pulled them out of their thoughts, and Y/N glanced down at her watch. She looked up at him smiling brightly.

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she said.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” he smirked.

She moved in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically came around her waist, pulling her into the hug. They held each other for a moment, basking in each other’s touch, their eyes closed. They jumped apart as the car horn sounded again.

Y/N laughed as she gathered her things. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “Here, let me help.”

Dean placed his huge present outside on the porch as Y/N walked out and closed the door to her house, locking it securely. Dean walked down the porch steps, with her check-in suitcase, putting it in the trunk of the cab. Y/N walked down and opened the door to the backseat, as Dean took her carry-on and put that in the trunk as well.  She waited for a moment, as Dean walked over to her after closing the trunk. She really wished she could stay back and spend time with him, but she had to see her family. She was really looking forward to it, but she couldn’t help but feel sad that she wouldn’t be with Dean.

He looked down at her, looking as beautiful as the day he first saw her. He hated that he wouldn’t get to see her over Christmas and New Years’, wishing that she could stay back, and they could spend the holidays together. He wished he could see the look on her face when she opened the present from him, but he would have to settle for hearing whether she liked it or not. He was really going to miss her. Kiss her! He thought to himself as he continued to look at her. Before he could think twice, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, softly.

It didn’t take long for it to deepen, as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled into the kiss, as he pulled her closer, their lips moving against each other’s. They were finally in each other’s arms again. There was so much behind the kiss; a promise of more to come, a promise of their future together, a promise of things being better for both of them. Y/N was the one to pull away, regretfully, but she had a plane to catch. “I really have to go” she said, frowning as she looked up at him. “But um… it’s about time you did that” she said, biting her lip.

Dean groaned when he saw her do that. “Don’t, sweetheart, or I won’t let you get on that plane.”

She laughed as she stopped. “Bye.” She leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, returning her smile.

With one last glance at him, she got into the cab. Dean watched it drive away with a smile on his face. He suddenly couldn’t wait to see her again.

Y/N eyes scanned over the crowds at the airport, trying to spot her dad. She had shoved her way through baggage claim and picked up her check-in and was now trying to find her father through the throngs of people embracing each other, excited to get their holiday celebrations underway. By the time they had a quick lay-over in Atlanta and flew into New York, it was 8.30pm, which was the scheduled time, and she was incredibly thankful to whatever higher power there was that got her there. It was still a 2-hour drive to Rhinebeck, and her family would most likely be sleeping by the time she got home, but at least she’d see them properly in the morning.

As the crowd around her cleared, she spotted her father and beamed as he saw her too, waving frantically. She rushed over to him and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. She felt tears prick her eyes as she laughed, happy to finally see him again.

“Oh sweetie, let me look at you” he said, pulling away from the hug and holding her at arms’ length. “You look different.” He eyed her, his brows knitted together.

“I’m still the same me, dad” she shrugged, laughing slightly.

“It’s so good to see you” he smiled, his eyes glistening. “Come on, let’s go.”

As they walked out of the airport, a bearded man with glasses was jamming “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” on his guitar. His case was open in front of him, and Y/N quickly walked over, dropping a 20-dollar bill in.

“Thanks” he smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” she called back and then hurried over to her dad, who was wheeling her bags to the parking lot. She smiled as she walked beside him; Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it was already off to a great start.

The drive back home was filled with Y/N catching up on everything she had missed. Her dad told her that her mom was going crazy with excitement of her being there soon and was making sure everything was perfect. Y/N laughed; her mom didn’t need to do anything extra to make things special considering it always would be no matter what, but she wouldn’t be her mom if she didn’t.

When they arrived home, Y/N gasped as she saw the house decorated so beautifully. The lights and decorations on the house were as stunning as always, and she was glad she got to see them again. As they went in, Y/N laughed quietly to herself as saw her mother, fast asleep on one couch, and her brother-in-law asleep on the other. Her sister and the kids were most likely asleep upstairs.

“I’ll get them up, you go upstairs” her dad whispered. “Brian can carry that up.” He gestured to her large suitcase.

“Thanks, dad” she whispered, as she quietly walked up the stairs with her carry-on.

She walked to her old bedroom and flicked on the light. She laughed slightly as she saw it still hadn’t changed at all since before she left for college. All her Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters were still up on one wall, her Led Zeppelin ones still up on the other. She really had an eclectic taste in music. She heard a soft knock on the door and turned, seeing her brother-in-law, Brian, walk in with her suitcase. She smiled as she walked over, hugging him tightly.

“Jill’s gonna freak in the morning. I tried waking her up but Evie’s practically sleeping on top of her” Brian said, laughing slightly.

“I’ll catch them in the morning” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Brian nodded, smiling at her. “It’s good to have you home. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” she said, watching him leave and shut the door behind him.

Y/N quickly got changed for bed and slipped under the covers. As she drifted off, she couldn’t wait to see everyone else in the morning.

It was great to be home.

“Auntie Y/N!” a little voice yelled as it barrelled through Y/N’s room and bounced up on the bed.

Y/N gasped and flinched as a little body flung itself over her. She relaxed when she realized where she was, and held her 5-year-old niece, Evie tighter.

“I’m so happy you’re here” she smiled down at Y/N.

“So am I, sweetie” Y/N smiled, rocking her side to side as she didn’t let go.

Y/N looked up at the door when she saw her sister standing against the doorframe, holding her 8-month-old niece, Mia on her hip.

“This one wants to say hi, too” Jill said, smiling.

Y/N got up from bed, Evie stuck to her leg as she walked over to her sister. She hugged her tight, feeling a few tears escape down her face.

“I missed you, so much” Y/N said, holding Jill tighter.

“I missed you too” Jill said, pulling away and smiling at her.

Y/N smiled as she saw the baby. She was so big now, having only been 4 months when she left for Lawrence. She reached for her, but little Mia scrunched her face up, squirming into her mother.

“This one needs to be fed, so you get cleaned up and come downstairs. Mom’s making breakfast” Jill said, kissing Y/N’s cheek and taking the girls out of the room.

Y/N quickly brushed her teeth and threw her robe on over her pyjamas. She raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her mom’s back as she stood at the stove.

“Mom” Y/N said, as she walked over.

Her mom turned around and nearly started crying on the spot. She rushed over and took Y/N in her arms, hugging her tight.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here” her mom said to her as she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“Me too” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, the pancakes are almost done. So, sit down and help yourself, and everyone else will down soon” her mom said, gesturing to the table that was already set.

“Can’t I help with something?” Y/N asked, frowning.

“No, you just got here, honey. Relax, we’ll put you to work tomorrow” her mom laughed, as she playfully shoved her towards the dining table.

Y/N laughed and shook her head as she walked over, licking her lips at the sight of the delicious breakfast.

After a great breakfast with her family, Y/N helped Evie decorate another gingerbread house, because the two she did with grandma yesterday weren’t enough. Jill sat with Mia on her lap, across from Y/N at the dining table, as Let It Snow played in the background through the house. Brian had gone back to their house to get some more bottles for the baby, and her parents had rushed out to deliver some homemade Christmas cake to their friends. So, Y/N was glad she and her sister were alone for a while, to have some proper girl talk.

“So…” Jill trailed off, as she distracted the baby with her toy, and tried to ice a piece of the gingerbread house with one hand. “How are things with Mark?”

Y/N smiled, sheepishly, feeling guilty she hadn’t told her sister yet. “Things are… over.”

“What?” Jill asked, wide eyes looking up at her.

Y/N shrugged, as she iced one part of the roof for the gingerbread house. “Things got a little… complicated.”

“Well, considering I only know whatever you told me up to the third date, I need the specifics” Jill said, shifting Mia when she started to fuss.

“I know, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while” Y/N frowned, looking up at her sister.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize. I mean, we’ve both been busy” Jill laughed slightly, gesturing her head between her two daughters.

Y/N looked at Evie sitting next to her and smiled, seeing her niece in full concentration as she decorated, her tongue sticking out.

“This one has to leave, though” Y/N said, looking at Evie and then Jill.

Jill nodded in understanding. “Evie, honey. Can you stop what you’re doing for a second?”

“What is it, mommy?” Evie asked, her big eyes looking at her mom.

“Can you make sure all the presents are kept neatly under the tree?” Jill asked her in return.

“Okay” she replied, simply, not understanding why she had to go but doing it anyway.

Once she was out of earshot, Jill turned to Y/N. “Okay. Spill.”

Y/N took the next few moments to tell Jill everything that had happened with Mark.

“Fuck” Jill remarked, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded.

A short pause fell between them as Jill thought about everything her sister just told her.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jill asked, her eyes teary.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry about me” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “And don’t tell mom and dad, they’d freak out. I’ll tell them myself at a later stage.”

Jill sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you” Y/N smiled, softly. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell her sister about Dean too. Maybe it was too soon?

Jill tapped her fingers on the table as she watched her sister, her face looking like her brain was overloaded with thoughts.

“There’s something else” Jill said, knowingly. “Isn’t there?”

Y/N looked at her sister, tentatively. She wasn’t sure if she should say it or not.

Jill cocked her head to the side, a smile gracing her face as she understood. “Who is he?”

Y/N scoffed, impressed with her sister’s intuition.

She spent another couple of minutes telling Jill everything about Dean. She felt a smile tug at her lips as she talked about him. After everything she had been through in the past, and then with Mark, she thought for minute back there she’d never be able to think of dating someone again, but things were different with Dean.

“So… when you get back, what’s going to happen?” Jill asked, curious about what she was thinking of doing.

“I… don’t know, but… I know that he’s it now” Y/N replied, her smile growing.

Jill smiled. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this. Yeah sure, you’ve been with a few guys, but this is different.”

“It feels different this time” Y/N nodded. “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but… it feels like this is it. And I know he’s some years older than me, but that doesn’t matter to me.”

Truth be told, men who were slightly older than her were a turn on for her. Plus, she had only ever been with guys her own age. Maybe it was time for a change.

In that moment, Y/N’s baby niece started to fuss in Jill’s lap.

“Oh, honey. You can’t be hungry, I just fed you” Jill said, frowning as she didn’t know what was wrong.

Y/N got up and walked over to their side of the table. She slowly picked up the baby and held her close, lightly bouncing her. Little Mia smiled and Jill smiled, too.

“She just needs a little lovin’ from her aunt” Y/N smiled, kissing her niece’s chubby cheek.

Jill admired her sister with the baby. “You look good like that.”

“Stop” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t need those thoughts in her head at that moment. She had always loved children, and couldn’t wait to have her own, but she wondered if Dean was the one who she would have them with. Did he even want any?

The doorbell rang and interrupted them. Y/N gave little Mia back to Jill and walked to the front door. She screamed when she opened it and saw Katie smiling at her. The friends hugged tightly, laughing.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Katie said, swaying them side to side.

“Me too” Y/N tearfully told her, letting go of her and letting her into the house. “You just missed girl talk, though.”

“Well, catch me up. I’m all ears” Katie said, walking into the house, taking off her coat.

Y/N laughed as she followed behind her, ready to divulge everything she told Jill to her best friend as well.

The next day brought a whirlwind of familial chaos, as Y/N’s family got everything ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Christmas carols were playing in the background, as her mom worked on the ham, her dad helped with all the sides and her sister was in charge of decorating the rest of the house, the table and setting it. Brian was keeping the kids entertained and Y/N was making pudding and few other treats for dessert.

It took all day, but they finally got everything ready and in time for dinner. As everyone got dressed and ready, Y/N took some time to admire the house. The lights were dimmed, the candles were lit, and everything was bathed in a beautiful glow. The lights on the tree were shining, and the fireplace crackled, adding to the ambience of the room. She was so glad to be here with her family and to spend this time with them.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

She quickly had a shower, and then got ready for dinner in a red, A-line dress, with sleeves that came to her mid-forearm. She pinned her Y/H/C hair into a bun, a few strands framing her face. She put on her nude heels and then went downstairs to join her family.

Dinner was absolutely divine, and her mom had outdone herself, yet again. Everything from the ham to the pudding for dessert was perfect, and everyone was absolutely stuffed by the end. They all relaxed on the couch and sang some carols, drank eggnog and enjoyed the fact that they were all together again. For the first time in a long time, Y/N had no fear about Ethan or Mark, or any of the other troubles she had had in the past. All she needed was her family and hoped that the man who she had fallen in love from the minute she saw him, would also be a permanent figure in her life.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

Our troubles will be miles away

It was pretty much the same vibe over at the Winchesters.

Mary had assigned jobs for everyone, stating to the boys that they weren’t getting out of it just because they didn’t live at home anymore. She made Eileen and Sam come early as well as Dean, so that they could all do their assigned jobs.

Once everything was ready before dinner, everyone put on their ugly Christmas sweaters, a Winchester tradition that was something silly but fun. Bobby, Ellen and Jo arrived, and they all greeted each other. They sat around talking and laughing as they ate, and afterwards sat around on the couches, listening to carols while drinking eggnog. No one trusted Sam with it anymore, so it was Eileen’s job to mix it since she joined their family. Dean smiled as he looked around at his family, content for the first time in years.

Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore

Loving friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more

However, Dean was the first one to notice when Eileen wasn’t drinking any. He gestured to her and then signed “are you okay?”, which was just one of the things of what little he knew, but he was trying to get better at it. She nodded and then smiled at Sam. They had a small conversation between themselves, before Sam turned to everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, now’s as good a time as any to tell you… we’re having a baby” he said, beaming. “Eileen’s 16 weeks in.”

Dean’s eyes widened but his smile grew as he got up, and hugged his brother first, Mary and Eileen hugging as Mary cried. Everyone hugged the expecting parents, before they all sat back down.

“Congratulations, guys” Dean said, as he returned to one side of the couch. “That’s awesome, seriously.”

Sam smiled as he kissed Eileen’s cheek. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for my first grandchild!” Mary exclaimed, as John kissed her head.

Dean’s mind wandered off as Eileen and Sam were talking about moving into a bigger place. Mary was listening intently, but Dean couldn’t focus on the conversation. He couldn’t have been happier for his little brother and sister-in-law. They were going to make great parents; he knew that to be the absolute truth. However, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sadness wash over him. He never thought of himself as the “having kids” type of guy, hell, he never pictured himself in a serious relationship. That was when he was younger though. As he got older, he realized he wanted those things, and even though he was happy for Sam, he felt a little jealous sometimes that his little brother would have all of that before he did.

The last year of his life had been a waste, as he tried to salvage a relationship with Lisa. He couldn’t help but think where he would be if he had broken up with her a year ago. Mostly likely with Y/N as soon as she got to Lawrence he thought as he tried to concentrate on the conversation his family was having. It was no use though, as his mind continued torment him with the possibilities that could’ve been, if he had just claimed his freedom sooner.

Dean silently excused himself and walked out to the back porch of his childhood home. He let out a long breath, seeing it cloud up in the cold. He sipped the eggnog, feeling the kick of the alcohol warm him up. He smiled sadly as he thought about Y/N, so far away from him, in New York with her own family. He wondered what she wanted from life and whether their wants would align, whether having a family was something she wanted or not. He really hoped so.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas” he mumbled to himself. He never had a problem with being alone, but as he got older it had started to become a fear for him. Maybe that was why it took so long to see the whole truth with Lisa.

“Sure is” he heard someone say behind him. He turned and saw his mom standing behind him.

“I’ll be back in soon, mom” he said, turning away from her.

“Actually” she started as she stood next to him and faced him. “I was thinking we could talk.”

“About?” he asked, staring down at his eggnog.

Mary was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Who is she?”

Dean scoffed as he closed his eyes. Of course his mom had figured it out.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his jaw clenched. “She’s… she’s the best person I’ve ever known and… I have no idea if I should do anything about this because honestly, she deserves more than me.”

“Isn’t that up to her?” Mary asked, knowingly. “If you’re spending so much time with her, and I know you have because I’ve hardly seen you over the last few weeks, then doesn’t that mean that she wants to give you a chance?”

Dean blinked a few times as he took in what Mary just said. “I guess.”

“Then all you have to is take the leap” Mary smiled.

Dean nodded slowly, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

Mary nodded. “Just know, you have to bring her here because we need to meet her.”

Dean groaned and laughed, shaking his head. “Great.”

Mary smiled, leaning over to kiss his cold cheek. “Come inside soon, it’s way too cold.”

“I will” he promised as he watched her go back in.

Dean smirked as he thought about how Y/N would actually fit in with his family. He knew he needed to muster up the courage and just ask her out. Let go of the fear that had developed because of everything that had happened with Lisa. Maybe it was too soon after, but the truth was, he didn’t want more time. He was ready to be happy.

Through the years

We all be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

At midnight, Y/N and her family all wished each other a Merry Christmas, before they cleared everything up and each of them headed to bed. They would be up in several hours again, to open the presents anyway. As she went upstairs, there was one thing she needed to do before she headed to bed. Walking into her room, she shut the door and walked over to her carry-on bag. She opened it and found the present from Dean. She moved the bag back to the floor and then sat down on her bed, the present in her hand.

She laughed a little as she saw the envelope on it had her name but also “READ AFTER OPENING” in Dean’s all caps writing. She opened the wrapping, frowning when the thing was wrapped in brown paper as well. She unwrapped the brown paper, noticing that it was a very old but beautiful, hardcover book. She frowned again, but as she turned the book around and saw the spine, she gasped loudly.

In her hand, was an early edition of her favorite novel of all time, Jane Eyre. Y/N’s eyes widened as they started to well up with tears. She remembered telling him it was her favorite at dinner with him. It was yet another thing he remembered about her, the Led Zeppelin album being the first. She felt the tears rolling down her face as she opened the book, slowly flicking through it. She closed it and hugged it to her chest. She couldn’t believe he had done this for her.

She put the book in her lap and picked up the envelope, opening it and sliding the card out. Opening the card, she smiled through tears as she read his words.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

I hate that you’re not here with me, but I can’t wait until you’re back. There’s a lot that I wanna say, but I’ve never been good with words. So, I’m just gonna do my best.

I’ve never been surer of anything, than I am that you’re the greatest person that I’ll ever know. You’re beautiful, smart, strong as all hell, and have the kindest heart of anyone I know. I know how freaking lucky I am that you’re in my life.

I hope this present lets you know how much you mean to me. How much you’ll always mean to me.

Y/N, this is it for me. You’re it for me. I need you to know that.

Have an amazing time with your family and I’ll see you as soon as you get back.

Dean

She laughed through her tears, shaking her head. She had never been surer of anything either; that he was the greatest man she had ever known. That she was so madly in love with him, and she couldn’t wait to tell him that someday.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

When it reached midnight in Kansas, Dean said a quick “Merry Christmas” to everyone, but everyone kept wondering why he was heading off so quickly.

“You know, you can just stay the night to open presents in the morning” Mary told him as she handed out warm cider to everybody.

“No, there’s uh… something I gotta do” Dean said, putting his jacket on.

“Something or… someone?” Jo asked, smiling suspiciously.

“Shut up, Jo” he groaned, glaring at her.

Jo laughed as she and Sam looked at each other.

“Seriously, what’s the rush, kid?” Bobby asked, curiously.

“Can a man not have a little time to himself anymore? Jeez” Dean grumbled, shaking his head.

“Alright, everyone leave him alone” Mary said, calming everyone down. “He’ll be back soon anyway.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder.

He would be back in several hours anyway to open presents with everyone, but at that moment he had to see what was awaiting him.

When he got home, he walked over to the big present from Y/N, resting against a wall in his living room. He chuckled as he looked over the size of it, wondering what the hell she had gotten him. He opened the large bow, letting it fall away. He dug his finger into the edge of the wrapping and ripped it open, at every side to see the present more clearly.

“Holy shit” he gasped as his mouth open in awe.

The present was a large black frame, with a black and white photo of his beloved Baby, shining away in the sun. It looked like his backyard in the background of it, and he had to wonder how she took this photo. On the corner of the frame was an envelope with his name written on it. He took it and opened it, smirking as he saw her handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Dean!

I took this photo for you to hang in your new office at the restoration site. There’s nothing better to convince the customers to bring their cars to you than a picture of Baby.

I’m so proud of you for everything you’re working towards. It’s going to bring so many amazing things your way; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I hope that the new year brings you everything you wish for, because if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s you. You’ve been an amazing support to me, and I’ll never forget everything you’ve done for me. Ever.

I can’t wait to see you when I get back and just be near you again.

Y/N xx

He smirked as he read over the note a few times. She really was something else. He couldn’t believe that someone like her would want someone like him, but he knew how lucky he was that she was in his life.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten past midnight, which meant it was ten past 1am in New York. Y/N was probably asleep, but he really wanted to speak to her. He sent her a quick text, asking if she was awake. When he got a reply instantly that she was, he dialled her number. In New York, Y/N sat up instantly when her phone rang and picked it up.

“Hi” she said, smiling. “Dean, I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did I make the English teacher speechless?” he teased with a smirk on his face.

“Yes” she admitted. “Dean, it’s… thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Dean smiled. “Well, it’s like I’ve said before, sweetheart. You don’t ever have to thank me.”

“Did you… did you mean it? What you said?” she asked. She already knew it was the truth, but she just needed to hear it. She just needed to know for certain.

“Yes” he replied. There was no pause. No hesitation.

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes all over again. “You’re… you’re it for me, too.”

Dean smiled, feeling like his heart would burst from her confession that she felt the same.

“Thanks for the photo. It’s so freaking awesome, Y/N” he smirked as he looked over at it.

“You’re welcome” she said, smiling. “But Dean, now our presents are totally uneven. This would’ve been so expensive-” she said as she picked the book, but Dean cut her off.

“Hey, no. It’s not about that, okay? I knew… I knew that I wanted you to have it. Plus, with Dorothy’s help it wasn’t too expensive, so we’re good” he reassured her.

“Okay” she said, nodding.

Dean looked up at the time and knew he should end the call. “I should let you go. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she smiled as they both hung up the phone.

That morning, as they fell asleep for a few more hours before they had to wake up again, even with miles and miles between them, they fell asleep with dreams of each other. They fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing this was the start of something magical for both of them.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

-x-

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[dunkindestieldonuts]

In Love and In Leaves

716 words, rated G (read on ao3) It’s fall! Time to rake leaves. Part of my anniversary series!

Castiel goes out to the backyard to let Dean know he’s finished preparing lunch. His cream-colored cable knit sweater (a bit too big for him, just as he likes it) keeps him warm against the late-autumn chill as he walks across the grass. Dean, in a red plaid shirt (thicker than usual) and gray knit beanie, is raking leaves in the corner of the yard. His back is turned to the house so he doesn’t notice Cas. 

Cas pauses. He stops there, halfway between his home and the person he shares it with, to watch Dean for a moment. Remembering the last time he did this. A lot has changed since then. A whole lot. Dean continues, absorbed in one of the mundane, everyday chores he has been cherishing now that he has the opportunity to do so (well, maybe he doesn’t like doing the dishes, but he’d never admit that because he knows Cas hates doing them more).

Overcome with a sudden fondness for the man with the rake, Cas rushes forward noisily. Dean finally hears him and turns.

“Heya Cas, is lunch rea- ” he gets out before Cas grabs his face and kisses him.

Dean drops the rake to hold onto his husband. It lands with a soft crunch on the leaf pile he’d been working on. The kiss is fast, warm, and just a little forceful, like Cas is trying to put years of yearning into it. It almost knocks Dean off his feet. When they finally break apart, Cas doesn’t let go of Dean’s face. Dean whistles.

“Woo, baby. Warn a guy, huh? I almost went ass over teakettle there.”

Cas just stares back, taking in Dean’s face. His cheeks are reddened from the kiss, as well as his nose from the cold. Cas surmises his ears would be too if they weren’t covered by the beanie. Dean’s eyes sparkle, just like they always do on beautifully clear days like today. His lips are just a bit wet, so they sparkle too. He looks so very alive. And happy. Cas has to kiss him again.

When they break this time, Dean lifts his hands to cover Cas’ where they still rest on his cheeks. “Did you come out here to tell me something, or just kiss me silly? Not complainin’ if it’s the latter.”

Cas almost goes in to kiss him again before remembering. “Yes. Lunch is ready.”

“Awesome.” Dean takes Cas’ hands off his face and kisses the back of one before letting go. “Shall we?” he asks, gesturing back to the house.

“Wait,” Cas says, and kisses him once more.

✧✧✧✧

“What was that?” Dean asks when they finish lunch.

“Hm?”

“That. Out there. Why were you so...y’know,” Dean says, putting his own hands on his face.

“Oh. I, uh. Was thinking about the last time I watched you raking leaves.”

Dean looks down at his empty plate. “Ah.” 

They’d talked about the spying before. It was neither of their favorite subjects. They’d been through a lot, and not all of it was sunshine and rainbows. But they’d made it here, sitting across from each other, married (for nine months!), in a house they shared, together.

“I was thinking about what I wanted to do then,” Cas admits. “What I couldn’t possibly do then. And how I get to do that now.”

Dean looks up. “Ah?”

“Yeah. I can kiss you now. It’s sublime.”

Dean smiles. “Like the band?” Dean expects an eyeroll for that one, but Cas gets up and comes over to Dean’s side of the table. Dean turns his chair towards him, and Cas puts his arms on the armrests. He leans down to rest his forehead on Dean’s.

“I love you,” Cas says.

“Love you, too.” Dean is the one to lean in for the kiss this time. “Wanna come watch me finish the yard? You can interrupt me whenever you like.”

Cas turns to collect their plates. “After I clean up in here.”

Dean reaches to stop him. “I can do those.”

“No, it’s all right. I know you don’t like doing dishes.”

Dean smiles cheekily. “Thought I was hiding that pretty well.”

“Well, I know you pretty well.”

His smile turns fond. “You do.”

Cas takes the plates to the kitchen. “See you outside.”

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

allies + eje human au headcanons

I had to look up what eje meant, which was Axis in Spanish 🌮 (there's no sombrero emoji, and I'm mad about it). This is mostly a college Human AU, but there's still some future stuff in there. Enjoy the longest list of Headcannons in one post lol

Human AU Hetalia!

Allies:

America:

Has rich parents, but doesn't tell anyone, and somehow his big house that everyone parties at doesn't give it away.

The only person who knows is Japan, and that's specifically because Japan's dad works for America's dad.

Is a college student, hoping to go for some kind of music degree.

A first year.

Black T-shirt and jeans. Has a plaid button up for everyday of the month, usually has it tied around his hips.

Has like, one basic tux and refuses to wear anything but converse or airwalkers.

Space nerd #1, except he's more into what's beyond our boundaries, and loves the constellations.

One of the most popular kids, and no matter how hard you try he's not easy to hate.

Gives off dumb college kid energy even though he's one of the A+ students.

His glasses are for show. It was meant to be a rebellious thing since Canada use to get bullied about his own glasses, now it's just an esthetic.

Skate boards and plays the acoustic guitar in his free time.

Jeans are usually missing the knee section.

Once set off firecrackers in a metal trash can as a school prank.

England:

Last year of college, majoring in history after failing his cooking classes.

Graphic tee central. We are unsure how many he has but he's up to 43 different shirts worn on campus.

Usually has his earbuds in, listening to punk rock.

Has an ungodly amount of bracelets. His favorite one is a black snap bracelet with little pirate skulls.

Was practically raised by his older brothers.

Lives alone, but is secretly an amazing writer.

Has a Tumblr blog he writes spooky stuff on.

Top of his class, but can be a dummy if he's put on the spot.

France:

No one is sure how he's been allowed to take nothing but art classes. No English, or science, just art.

Is also a transfer student, he's probably the second richest thanks to daddy.

Is the school stud, despite not sleeping with a single soul, and is actually extremely nervous about dating, and is just more comfortable with playful flirting.

He wants to be a fashion designer, or Model. Mostly a Designer.

Loose shirts and tight pants.

Has a weird obsession with belt sashes.

Plays violin like a god, and is a senior.

China:

Another senior in college.

Had the unfortunate event of being in the same cooking class as England before Arthur decided to switch degrees.

Still hangs out with him and Japan.

One of the few who is taking advanced classes, and is literally everyone's tutor.

Going for a Degree in Cooking. Wants to be a head chef.

His parents are over seas, but he promised to get them to America as soon as he can.

He wears a lot of colorful shirts that is always tucked into his pants.

Most of which look like bowling shirts, but he likes to add little Chinese patches to them. Has a signature jean jacket that is overwhelmed with patches.

Has a panda beenie baby keychain, so everyone knows exactly who it belongs to when he losses his keys.

Very quick to panic, and hates to admit he's wrong.

Russia:

Third and final transfer student, along with Japan, and France.

Poor confused child is trying so hard.

He's kind of shy, and is fully aware his social akwardness creeps everyone out.

Almost cried the day America and Prussia adopted him into the cool kid circle.

His broken english is probably the biggest turn off for the people at school. It's why no one really talks to him, mostly because they can't figure out what he's saying most of the time.

Biggest sweetheart though, and is painfully smart, but do to the english thing he's stuck in the average classes, but China comes swooping in and his english gets almost fluent by his third year.

He doesn't own a single thing tech, minus a flip phone, but somehow knows all the hot keys on the computer to every program, and it's only because he's lazy about it and it's the funniest thing.

Space nerd #2 but knows more about the planets and can name every single moon, and knows the history of space discoveries by heart.

Secretly a hopeless romantic, and doesn't realize he reads England's blog.

Is pretty much a closet goth, but likes bright colors too much to be seen in all black.

Knows way to much about torture devices and learned very quickly that gets you out casted in a school setting.

Isn't upset that he doesn't have many friends, but somehow attracts all the little kids from the grade school.

He likes his northface sweater, and loose pants. But his shirts are pretty colorful, and he likes collecting shoelaces.

He spends a lot of time in the woodwork shop, creating amazing figures and such.

Canada:

I can feel the dissapointed stares of Matt not being a photographer. Welp, guess he also gets a degree in art then.

Second year, Because he skipped one year in college.

Clothing style is long sleeves and vests.

He likes feeling fancy, and owns an endless amount of beanies.

One of the few people who talks to Russia.

His locker has a snot ton of polar bear stickers that everyone stuck to it, and he loves it.

Is baby but can kick butt in the wrestling club after school.

Has a tiny white Pomeranian that he rescued from it's mother who wouldn't take care of it, probably because the puppy was the runt of the litter.

Has a Harley Davidson and it's been painted black with the aurora on it, making everyone think it was his non-existent girlfriend's or something. Now it's a running joke.

Axis:

Germany:

He's not a jock, but he's friends with them.

Military Dad.

Is usually found hanging out in the gymnasium on breaks. It's quiet and no one is going to bother him. Usually.

Senior, and so ready to get the heck out of college.

Ladies love him, but he really hates the attention, like please help him.

Style wise he's pretty basic, but really loves his camo print.

Has owned countless doggos, and only attracted so many girls the day he walked to school with a fluffy poodle that France Hijacked for the day.

Doesn't ever go to dances after the first one and everyone tried to get him drunk, to no avail.

Had out drank some of the dumber students to shut them up.

Can be mean if you persistently pester him for dumb stuff, especially if he's already said no.

He's into construction and is working on a degree in Construction Management.

Japan:

Exchange student number 3

Degree in technology is what he desires.

Style = Geek, but like a stylish geek.

Him and Canada are in photography class together.

Japan is also part of the cool kids, but only when they're about to do some dumb stunt, and need a camera man.

Doesn't mind, loves watching them make fools of themselves.

Has a rebellious streak, and tends to be a complete sass.

As soon as something seems to go bad, he gone. He's heading towards the door. Been in detention once, and that was it.

Why does everyone go to him for advice when china is literally down the hall?

Rich kid #3 and his parents are traditional and are having a crisis over their son's rebellious attitude.

Italy:

Is a first year, and is oddly enough, going for a degree in history.

Really likes antiques and old artsy stuff.

Has a few shared classes with France, and they pretty much own those classes.

Rivals America's charisma, but isn't as popular due to:

Being seen around France, and not doing dumb and entertaining crap like america.

Gets picked on a lot Because he doesn't understand you can't be nice to the Jock's girlfriend without everyone thinking your flirting, even though you just needed directions on your first day of school.

Germany is now his bodyguard and he was kind of like "???" But they get closer the longer they hangout.

Fancy shirt man, like hand me downs from his Italian father. So they're really nice, and a lot of eye melting patterns.

Gets attached to people easily, and is sensitive when he gets taken advantage of during assignments, but toughs through it because he has too.

Has two cats literally named Mona, and Lisa.

Has cried at least once at school because he's a soft guy, but he gets a thicker shell the older he gets and learns to just laugh off other people's stupidity.

Romano:

Protective older brother gooooo

Second year in school, and his first year made him want to eat brinks.

Doesn't know what degree he wants, but settled for a degree in cooking.

Shares his brother's shirts practically and it confuses everyone Because, didn't Feliciano wear that shirt last week?

Immediately thinks people don't know washing machines exist Because of this, so his sass factor is high up there.

Doesn't really have friends, and also does not care. He's a bit of a lone wolf and needed something to do.

The amount of not caring attitude contrasts his high grades and his teachers are painfully confused by it.

Will jokingly tell people to fight him at McDonald's, and almost fought someone but literally laughed, and suggested they got something to eat instead.

He's somehow, in a bizarre and unwanted sense, everyone's brother which is just...

No one understands him, but they like him, and he doesn't know why and it kind of bugs him.

He's usually in the front of the school daydreaming about, god only knows what...

Is the epitomy of the "she doesn't even go here" joke from mean girls, except he does go to that school.

Why did he need a degree? Oh yeah, Because work places don't care what kind of paper, you just need a paper.

Prussia:

Rival friendship with america, and Russia has had to step in to break up petty fights.

He's not sure why he's part of the popular kids since he's so fricken chaotic and obnoxious. Or so he thinks.

Genuinely a sweet guy in his last year, desperately wanting a degree in mathematics. Like, no one understands why mathematics until he starts pulling card tricks from his pocket that deals with it, and blows everyone's mind.

He is also head of the newspaper club.

Has the style of a teenage band member and will not apologize for it.

Has hijacked the schools speaker system to blast evanescence, which gave a huge boost to his friendship with Russia, since the big fellow shares Prussia's taste in music.

Can eat a whole ghost pepper without batting an eyelash, and this is only Headcannon and a worthy note because he became sick the day after and the whole school had "in loving memory of Gilbert's stomach" posters all over the place.

Teacher's are very much done with his harmless antics. They're noticably stupid pranks, but only to the point it's annoying.

Like he managed to make all the teacher's computer backgrounds as Brad Pitt wearing a sombrero. There's no joke, and no punchline. It's just a poorly Photoshopped sombrero?

Races his brother to school every morning, and afternoon. Cops have stopped them at least twice due to other bystanders getting freaked out.

Him and Romano don't mix well, but try to leave each other alone.

[crackademics]

dark academia during the summer!

a follower asked “how can one stay da while there is sweaty-weather instead of sweater-weather?” 

linen!! get yourself some billowy linen blouses, and some linen pants, they keep you cool and they're very light. if you wanna keep it dark academia and not light academia then perhaps get these pieces in dark colors like a dark khaki green, dark grey, navy blue and black. 

if you like wearing dresses, get yourself some sundresses or short plaid skirts (which look great paired with a black sleeveless turtleneck, for example) 

if you're Not into skirts, maybe you’re into shorts?? get yourself some pleated ones, or some high waisted ones if you want a more feminine look 

you can also look for some shorter culottes (which i adore), but look out for what fabric they’re made of, i found that most are made of thicker fabrics for winter, look for cotton blends instead of wool blends

short sleeved button ups are so dark academia and give me 40s archaeologist vibes, bonus gay vibes if you cuff the sleeves

silk shirts! silk shirts are so so pretty, they give me victorian aristocrat energy, perfect for laying on a divan and reading some poetry

find yourself some summery accessories like a sunhat or some bandanas to tie around your head, 50s style, maybe thrift some tortoiseshell glasses, etc. don’t forget BELTS !!! they make every outfit look so much better and so much more complete-looking ?? if that makes any sense 

this is all i can think of really, feel free to add on more advice of your own!

[srhlsx]

CHAPTER 3

master | ch.2 | ch. 4

“It’s a terrible idea, Shittykawa.” 

Oikawa looked over at his friend and teammate as they walked down the street towards your house. Oikawa had told you that since you were now dating it was only expected that he’d walk you to school since you lived on the way for him. In the past, your boyfriend had always picked you up and driven you to school, his family having the luxury of owning multiple vehicles. It was another adjustment you’d be making, but you weren’t petty enough to complain about something as simple as walking to school.

“What do you mean, Iwa?” Oikawa pouted, sad that his brilliant idea was being doubted. 

“No one is going to believe it.” Iwaizumi said. He shook his head at the stupidity of his friend, he wasn’t surprised by Oikawa coming up with an idea like this but he was surprised that you had agreed to it. You were a smart girl who wasn’t exactly known for putting up with bullshit, so the fact that you so openly agreed to an arrangement with the King of Bullshit shocked him.

“Well, we’ve come up with everything to make sure that it is believable.” Oikawa said with a smug look on his face, remembering the conversations you and him had in preparation for the first day of school and the first day of your fake relationship. “(y/n) is very savvy, you know.”

You had agreed to Oikawa’s proposition with three very strict conditions. 

“Easy,” Oikawa nodded, leaning in close to hear what you were going to say.

“One,” You ticked off the number on your finger. “You were the one to confess to me. It was embarrassing and you feel blessed that I accepted.”

“Not a problem,” He shrugged, motioning for you to continue with your list of demands. 

“Two,” You held up a second finger. “I will be the one to end things whenever it is decided. You do not get to break up with me.”

“Ah, still a tender subject?” Oikawa teased, earning a very heated glare that he shrunk back from. “Okay, okay, what is number three?”

“Number three,” You held up the third and last finger. “Absolutely no feelings can ever come of this. I am doing this as a favor to you, no friends with benefits, no fuc-”

“(y/n), of course not!” He stopped you from finishing your sentence by covering your mouth with his hand, you could see a very faint blush creep over his cheeks. “And here I thought you were a lady~”

You pushed his hand away, a stern look still on your face but satisfied that he had agreed to all your terms. There was just one more thing to settle. “Okay,” You sat up and slapped your hands on your legs. “How’d you confess, Tooru?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi rounded the corner to the street your house was on. From a distance, they could see you exiting and locking the front door. As you started to walk away, breakfast in one hand, you waved at a figure that was jumping up and down in the window - the muffled sounds of your dog barking couldn’t quite be heard from where the boys stood.

When you looked up, you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi standing at the end of the sidewalk that led to your house. Both were dressed in the uniform of your school; light purple shirt, tan plaid pants, red tie, and white suit jacket - a masculine take on the same one you wore. Oikawa sported a cream colored sweater, while Iwaizumi left his shirt only tucked in on one side.

“Good morning, beautiful~” Oikawa sang, leaning in close to your face and making you recoil. You glanced at Iwaizumi, unsure about where he stood in this devious plot cooked up by his friend and team captain. “Oh, Iwa knows everything.”

You let out a sigh you didn’t realize you had been holding in, your shoulders visibly relaxing. “You probably think I’m an idiot for agreeing, huh Iwa?” You laughed up at the brunette standing in front of you.

He looked at you with an almost hard expression, squinting his eyes slightly to study you before shrugging one shoulder. “Nah,” He said. “No one is as big an idiot as this guy, plus it'll be nice not to have the fangirls around.”

“Iwa! You just said-“ Oikawa was cut off by a quick and hard chop to the top of his head by Iwaizumi and you let out a little laugh. 

For some reason, it felt good to know that Iwaizumi had approved of your plan, making you relax a little bit more and the three of you started walking towards your school.

The three of you chatted idly, catching up on the time you had off as well as complaining about schedules going forward. You were grateful to know that Iwaizumi was in your class, third year class five, so at least you wouldn’t walk in there totally alone. As you got closer to the school campus, you noticed more students walking in the same direction you were, the girl’s uniforms matching what you wore and the boy uniforms matching the two you walked with. 

You could see the entrance to the school, a massive archway with the school name hung above where people walked, beyond it were multiple buildings that housed classrooms, gymnasiums, and anything else that made up a typical high school. 

“You ready?” You jerked slightly as the sound of Oikawa’s voice being right in your ear. You looked up at him shocked at first, then your face molded into a bored expression that was more typical of your everyday look. 

“Ready?” You repeated, taking another bite of the breakfast that had grown cold in your hands since you’d forgotten about it on your walk to school. 

Oikawa slung an arm lazily across your shoulders, pulling you a little closer to him and making you almost stumble. “Ready for our big reveal, sweetness~”

You barked out a laugh, seeing Iwaizumi roll his eyes with an annoyed expression as he moved to continue towards the school. “Sure thing, baby~” You cooed right back, flicking his nose for good measure.

Oikawa’s boisterous laugh caught the attention of nearly everyone around as the two of you took your first few steps onto the campus. Nothing so similar to a teen movie had ever happened in your life until that point in time. As you and Oikawa followed Iwaizumi to the third-year building, you felt like you were the main character and your life was in slow motion.

All eyes, male and female alike, landed on the newest couple at Seijoh. 

It would not be an exaggeration to say that you heard a few wails of sadness from some distance away. A number of girls from all different years looked at you with a mix of sadness, envy, hate. Some of them consoled each other, holding onto one another as tears streamed down their face, crying out Oikawa’s name. They wished so badly for it to be them who the handsome third year was smiling down at, laughing and asking for a bite of your breakfast which you fed to him with a roll of your eyes.

It could also be said that the same thing was happening to the male population of your school. A few gentlemen, who had been eagerly awaiting your arrival to the campus, looked on with shock as you walked past under the arm of someone who wasn’t them. It wasn’t brand new that you were single, so how had someone already managed to sweep you up? Of course it had to be the good looking captain of the volleyball team, some guys got everything.

When you finally got to the third year lockers, you took off your shoes and switched them out for your indoor pair. Oikawa leaned against the locker that was next to you, continuing on the conversation you two were sharing before when two people joined you.

“This is new~” Oikawa and you both looked over your shoulder at the fellow third years that had walked up to you, teammates of his - Matsukawa and Hanamaki. You could tell it was Matsukawa that had spoken since he had the most animated look on his face between the two of them. You knew him well enough, having been in class with him the previous year.

“Super new, Matsu.” You smiled sweetly, shutting your locker with a bang. You had a feeling these two were not in on the secret.

Oikawa leaned over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he smiled at his friends and teammates. “Aren’t I the luckiest guy in the world to have the (y/n) accept my feelings?” Lay it on a little thicker, Tooru.

Matsukawa nodded in agreement while Hanamaki seemed to still be in thought when he started talking, “Yeah, considering no one even knew those feelings existed.”

You felt Oikawa tense ever so slightly, hesitating for almost a moment too long when you quickly thought of a response. “Well, I was in a relationship and Tooru was gentleman enough to not want to ruin that.” You did your best to affectionately look at him, grabbing his hand from around your waist and starting to lead him towards classes. “I guess the timing was just right.” 

The excuse seemed to please the two other third years as they didn’t ask for much else, in fact they congratulated the two of you on seeming to be happy. Maybe this was going to work after all? 

As the five of you walked down the hall towards the third year homerooms, the path cleared and people looked with awe. You and Oikawa leading the way it was like royalty had arrived. “Do people always clear a path for you, like this?” You turned and spoke quietly to the boy holding your hand, looking around at the people blatantly staring at you with an expression on your face that made them turn away quickly.

“This isn’t for me, sweetness.” Oikawa laughed, moving to pull you in with his arm around your neck. “This is for us.”

The thought made you slightly uncomfortable. But you guessed that if it meant not having trouble getting to class on time, you weren’t really going to complain.

You arrived at your and Iwaizumi’s class first, Oikawa’s being down the hall. He pulled you back while his friend went forward, looking around while fiddling with the lapel of your uniform jacket. If you hadn’t been so close to his face, you might’ve missed the almost relieved expression Oikawa held. He leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss between your eyebrows, making it seem like one those in a relationship would share. 

“Stop looking so grumpy,” He jokingly mumbled, looking at the place he had just kissed and using his thumb to smooth out the lines that had formed from your apparent scowling. “You’re supposed to be happy and in love.”

You dramatically scrunched your face up even more which make Oikawa laugh and toss his head back. You reminded him that it was your cold personality that drew him to you in the first place. 

“Thank you, seriously.”  He whispered. You looked up at him and actually smiled, to anyone passing by you were a teenage couple on the cusp of falling in love. Little did they know, you were really just two friends helping each other out. “Is that a real smile I see?”

“Get to class ya big baby,” You laughed, pushing him away and in the direction of his classroom. “Come find me at lunch.”

He nodded, blowing a dramatic kiss at you, a few girls that had scattered around sighing dramatically against one another. Their gazes hardened once Oikawa turned to walk away and they looked at you with anger. You shot them a sickly sweet smile and waved your fingers at them, they must’ve thought you wouldn’t be looking at them because they jumped in surprise and quickly scurried off.

This was going to be one hell of a ride.

[growingstronglikeahighgardenrose]

Hang a shining light upon the highest place

Pairings: Esther/Babington, mentions of Sidney/Charlotte (they’ll soon be reunited) Characters: Sidney, Esther, Babington, Crowe, Georgiana, James Stringer, Lady Susan and even the Prince Regent Prompt: Hang a shining light upon the highest place/ games for the @sanditoncreative​ 12 Days of Sanditon

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Synopsis: The friendgroup of Sidney and Charlotte come together for the Christmas Holiday at Babington's house in Scotland.  Includes many of Hallmark's most beloved tropes like mistletoes, christmas tree decorating, drinking games, pining underneath a starry sky and friendship shenanigans.

‘What on earth have you all been up to?’ Esther asked. Babington halted on the stairs leading towards the living room, a second smaller pine tree in his arms. 

‘What does it look like?’ Georgiana asked.

On December twenty-second a very crammed car containing George – Princey – Regis, William Babington, Matthew Crowe,  James Stringer and Sidney Parker took off ten minutes before the car containing Susan Worcester, Esther Denham and Georgiana Lambe left. The sun shone brightly, after days of snowflake producing clouds. The roads were cleared with salt, so the drive would be a safe one.

Charlotte had decided to celebrate Christmas with her family first, before coming to Scotland to celebrate the New Year with them.

Their bags and food supplies were divided equally between the two cars, but a horrible mistake was made when the beer crate was placed in the men’s car. By the time they arrived to the house, the crate was empty and they all reeked of the cigarettes smoked by Princey, Crowe and Sidney. But in their defence, the ride had taken a long time, the home was located above Inverness on Black Isle.

The place was stunning. James Stringer was the only one who hadn’t seen it yet, so he remained outside, gawking at the lakeside house with its fine woodwork  and snow covered roof. The snow around the house shimmered untouched, and the edges of the loch were frozen. There wasn’t even another house to be seen near the lakefront. The men merrily climbed the stairs to the deck, laughing about frozen pipes and praying for the heating to work as they pushed open the door. Taking a deep breath, prepared to feel incredibly poor and insignificant, he followed the others.

The house was indeed cold, and as Babington went downstairs to turn on the heating and the boiler and electricity, Sidney made a real fire in the fireplace of the living room, before going upstairs to put some logs in the other fireplaces. Crowe and Princey were packing the fridge with the supplies they’d brought. James had just started helping them, when the gravel crunched again. The three men could make out Susan’s red Toyota through the kitchen windows.

The girls were simply baffled. Georgiana, who’d spent most of her life in Antigua, was amazed by the snow-covered hills and high trees, while Esther was completely blown out of the field by the oak-framed nineteenth century building.

‘Yo, Babs, you said you had a house in Scotland, not a mansion’, Georgiana laughed as she plopped down in the leather couch.

‘It is a house. It’s called the Boat House, there used to be a great house on the estate as well, but that was destroyed before we bought the property’, Babington laughed as he walked through the living room, heading in no particular direction at all.

‘How old is this place?’ Esther asked, trailing a finger over the stone mantle of the roaring fireplace. She’d looked stunning in the aerobics outfit, amazing in the professional outfit during the elections, magnificent in the green and gold dress, but the black suede boots and pastel pink glittering sweater were the first outfit which made her look anywhere near approachable.

She didn’t flinch or look up when he halted next to her. ‘It’s only from the nineteenth century, but it tries to mimic the Tudor style. I don’t need to explain the Victorians their fascination with the Middle Ages to you, do I?’

She looked away from the mantel, her eyes taking him prisoner once again. Her eyelids were dusted with different shades of pink, topped by black eyeliner and pink glitter. He was amazed by how at ease she looked, and he immediately decided to store the memory of her tranquil face as it was something he didn’t want to forget.

‘No. I had enough classes on architecture.’

‘Did you?’

‘I liked them, but the topic didn’t agree with me.’

‘Meaning Esther flunked them and had to take most architecture exams three times’, James laughed.

The moment was broken, her chest puffing up as a sour smile appeared on her face. She threw James an annoyed look.

‘History can’t be reduced to stupid shit like exact dates and exact locations. I don’t give a crap about in which exact city a building was drawn, nor do I consider it important to study fifteen architects creating identical looking buildings in classicism style when none of them was inventive in any way. And so what I can’t remember floorplans of buildings, I made it, didn’t I?’

‘Barely.’

‘If memory serves me right,’ she said while smiling sweetly at her friend, ‘you were there right with me most of the exams, Mr. Engineer. So. Shut. Up.’

She strode away from the fireplace.

‘I’ll be unpacking, come Georgie.’

The kitchen was stocked, beds were made, and everything was unpacked.

Esther, James and Susan chased everyone away from the kitchen to start on dinner. Esther was glad to get to know Susan in a more intimate way. After the Friendmas dinner, Sidney’s friends had started hanging out more with Charlotte’s friends, and to Charlotte and Esther’s delight that had meant rekindling their relationship with Susan who was well acquainted with Sidney and Babington. Susan had finished her History studies and now the young woman was working for a certain diplomat. Esther had relied on her council the previous year when she’d suddenly become president of the student council. Susan had held the position a year prior to it and had always encouraged and helped her and Charlotte during their careers as student representatives.

As James recounted the adventures of the Man Car, the trio was oblivious to Georgiana spurring the other men on in the living room.

‘This is truly a gorgeous place, Babbers. And I really love the woodwork and the roaring fireplace and all. It feels really Christmas-y’, Georgiana said appreciatively. She’d quickly taken to using everyone’s nickname. ‘Yet… I believe it misses a tree. And perhaps a mistletoe and some other decorations.’

‘What are you suggesting?’ Babington laughed.

‘You know exactly what she’s saying, and I think she’s right’, Crowe laughed, jumping upright and walking over to Georgiana, leaning conspiratorially towards her as he stage whispered his next words: ‘I don’t think they get that you want us to go into the woods and chop a tree.’

‘They don’t?’ Georgiana asked with mock disappointment.

‘Ah yes, I feel called upon’, Princey said. ‘Have an axe, Babbers? It’s up to us men – and you of course, Georgie – to get ourselves a tree, the old fashioned way.’

‘There must be one, we sometimes chop a tree when we’re low on logs for the fireplace.’

‘I’m flattered by your inclusivity. Let’s get our coats, then we can surprise the others by the time the food’s done.’

And so, four men lead by one woman walked into the woods, their path illuminated by the faint last light of day.

Tree after tree was disapproved of by Georgiana. Too tall, too broad, too tiny, too ugly, one by one they were found lacking, until, when it was so dark they could barely see each other anymore, Georgiana cried out. Birds went flying, and Crowe did not jump a foot into the air by surprise, as the girl ran towards a tree, throwing her arms around it.

‘Is that the superior one, or has it become so dark you can’t distinguish any flaws on it anymore?’ Crowe asked, leaning on top of the axe in an attempt to appear unfazed after his scare.

‘Screw you. This one will do. Someone chop that tree. Matthew Crowe, you break off a couple of branches of holly, Princey you break some branches off from this tree. Pick some full ones.’

‘Hey, why do I get to snap some branches and someone else gets to fell the tree?’

‘I have to break off branches too, what’s wrong with breaking off branches?’ Princey asked in defence as he walked towards a pine tree with thicker needles.

‘Not trying to be rude, but Sid and William look like the ones most likely to be able to chop it.’

Crowe wished to protest, but looking at Sidney who stood comfortably in the snow dressed in only his plaid shirt, and Babington, who also looked a great deal tougher, he could only huff and set about his task.

In the end, Babington allowed Sidney to do it, and though hours spent in the gym and in boxing class had obviously paid off, even he tired so that Babington had to  take over and finish the job.

Georgiana did not yelp when the tree finally lost its battle with gravity and fell down, forcing Georgiana to jump out of its path towards the forest ground.

‘Alright well, now we need only one more thing. Boys, you need to help me look.’

And so, by the time Susan, Esther and James exited the kitchen, they found the living room in a flurry. Georgiana was wrapping a rope around branches of holly she’d entwined in a circle shape. Crowe was laying tied together boughs of pine on top of the limestone fireplace mantel. Sidney held up a large pine tree as Princey was putting dug up dirt in a large plant pot which had stood empty in Babington’s cellar ever since the previous occupant of the knee high pot had wilted years ago.

‘What on earth have you all been up to?’ Esther asked.

Babington halted on the stairs leading towards the living room, a second smaller pine tree in his arms.

‘Decorating’, Georgiana explained with a smile as she put the wreath on the table top.

‘What does it look like?’

‘Stunning’, Susan quickly agreed.

‘William, what are you doing with that tree?’ James asked as the two women excitedly examined the decorations in the living room.

‘I already nailed it to some planks, thought to put one in the kitchen as well, since we’re having all our meals there.’

‘I’ll hold open the door for you’, James offered, quickly pushing the door open further, allowing Babington to pass, though the tree lost some needles when it was forced through the door opening. The magnificent green was lovely in the corner of the kitchen against the night sky outside and the white woodwork which divided the windows into tiny squares.

The two men decked the table after the tree was installed.

‘How long were you gone?’

‘A little under an hour or so,’ Babington admitted, ‘you hadn’t noticed at all?’

‘No, I’m amazed honestly. Wait, I’m fetching the others.’

James walked over to the door, calling the others so the food wouldn’t get cold.

And so, on the fourth Sunday of advent, the now combined friend groups ate lasagne, drinking wine and listening to a Christmas Classics playlist.

The dishes were done by the men, save for James, as the women went to the living room.

The music in the kitchen was changed to rock, while the ladies kept on playing Christmas tunes via the stereo in the living room. Susan and Esther unpacked all the Christmas decorations they’d brought, as Georgiana took polaroid’s. Susan wrapped red tinsel around the bundled pine branches laying on top of the oak cabinet filled with boardgames while Esther put red tinsel in the tree. Meanwhile, James occupied himself with making another wreath to hang on an empty hook in the room.

‘Shouldn’t we wait with decorating the tree until the other boys are back?’ Esther wondered as she jumped to hide the end of the tinsel between some branches near the top.

‘Naah’, James decided.

‘Perhaps’, Georgiana admitted. ‘She’s got a point, nothing’s as much fun as decorating. It’s a big tree, we can all decorate it together.’ She walked over to the shiny wooden living room table, picking up her glass of wine.

‘William has some boardgames around here. Or perhaps a game of cards?’ Susan offered while pulling open the cupboard.

‘Hm, I know some card games’, laughed Georgiana before running to the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine. The men threw her a curious look, but thought little of it and continued with their task.

When the other men returned, they found the women and James sitting around the living room table, on the table lay a circle of cards.

‘Nice!’ Crowe shouted before hurrying to sit down at the short side of the table.

‘Still the first game?’ Sidney asked before sitting down beside Susan to join the Circle of Death.

‘Yes, but we already had to push the cards closer together since Georgiana made an awfully challenging circle’, Susan confessed with a smile. Georgiana’s grin showed her lack of remorse.

Babington looked at the players sitting around the table. Crowe sat next to Georgiana, Georgiana sat next to James, and Susan sat next to James. Esther was still alone on her side of the table. Princey was already walking towards the table. But if Babington went between the couches, he could still make it to the table first and sit beside Esther, which was exactly what he did.  

The living room had become quite hot with the fire merrily crackling and the central heating doing its job. Georgiana was only wearing her long sleeved shirt, Susan and Crowe had already put the sleeves of their shirts up, and Esther, who sat closest to the fire, had put her hair in a bun with a scrunchie and dressed down to her black top. He was glad he sat next to her, that way he couldn’t easily look at her slender neck, or the lacework on the front of her top. However, he did notice the lacework of her bra clinging to her skin from the nape of her skin to an undetermined point beneath her top. He wished he was a better man, who didn’t instantly tried to imagine her bra, but he did.

He tried to focus on the game instead, but was constantly confronted with his lack of attention when he kept falling for Georgiana’s questions, who was the Question Bitch.

The bottle of wine disappeared quickly, and another two were uncorked, before the game ended and everyone got up to decorate the two trees.

Glühwein was heated, orange slices were thrown in, and everyone who was still wearing a sweater threw it to the sides as they prepared for their task.

Sidney, Susan, Princey, Georgiana and Crowe went to the kitchen armed with tinsel and boxes of baubles.

The string of lights was already laid out by Esther before they’d started the drinking game, so she picked it up and immediately set about twisting it around the tree, starting from the bottom.

James unpacked the statues of the nativity scene.

William Babington, a fool who couldn’t decide on where to go so instead stood in the middle of the room aimlessly until someone gave him a task, was snapped out of his uselessness by Esther who sat on her knees in front of the tree.

‘William? William? B- Babbers? You take the string when I pass it along? She asked, trying out his nickname hesistantly.

‘Oh, yes of course.’ He sat down on the other side of the tree, sheepishly smiling at her as he took the string around the other side of the tree, before giving it back to her.

‘So, is uhm… Your chamber to your liking?’

‘Yes, it’s lovely. It’s all quite lovely. It was still quite cold when I unpacked though. I brought flannel blankets and warm pyjama’s though, I hope that’ll be sufficient.’

‘The heating hadn’t been on for long. It’ll probably be warm now. Maybe now it’ll be too hot for those flannels.’

‘Or the pyjama’, Esther muttered. James hands froze as he took hold of the string of lights.

Esther, realizing her mistake instinctively turning her gaze towards the floor as an uncomfortable high pitched giggle left her mouth.

He didn’t know whether it were the five glasses of wine or butterflies causing his body to tingle and his stomach to heat up as he looked at her.

He bit his cheek in an attempt not to laugh as the woman who’d seemed so confident throughout the years, who had literally attacked Edward Denham’s balls and slapped a girl in the middle of a bar, could be so shy and awkward as well.

He couldn’t guess, since the large fireplace already coated her in a warm light, but he was fairly certain she was blushing.

The awkward moment was broken by Georgiana and James loudly skipping through the room, her hands on his shoulders as they sang.

 I'm the happiest Christmas tree Ho ho ho, hee hee hee Someone came and they found me And took me home with them

   Oh, I'm the happiest Christmas tree Ho ho ho, hee hee hee Look how pretty they dressed me Oh, lucky, lucky me

   I got shiny bells that jingle And tiny little lights that tingle Whenever anyone passes by I blink my lights and I wink my eye.

They skipped through the door into the kitchen as they continued their song.

Esther slowly shook her head as her eyes connected with Babington’s again.

He winked at her, mimicking the Christmas tree and passing the string of lights back to her.

They got to a standing position now, as they started nearing the top. Another minute passed and as Esther accepted the string, she realized that she couldn’t get the string any higher even if she stood on her tippy toes.

‘Esther?’ Babington asked as he waited on the other side of the tree for her to pass the string to him again.

‘You’ll have to hang the lights on the highest part. I can’t reach it anymore.’

He came over to her side, hanging the string on a couple of branches and walking to his side again, finishing the lights in thirty seconds.

‘Well’, he said as he took a step back from the tree. ‘Now it’s time for le moment suprême.’

‘You did the last part, you can plug it in.’

‘Oh no, you can have the honours, milady.’

Esther rolled her eyes, and quickly turned towards the plug before he could see her smile. The lights were plugged in, and warm lights radiated through the tree branches.

‘Now we can really call it a Christmas tree’, Babington decided.

‘I agree’, Esther said as she came to stand next to him to appreciate the tree.

‘Hey mom and dad, turn around.’

Esther and Babington turned around, one over the left shoulder, one over the right shoulder, their bodies turning towards each other. They both just managed to put a smile on their face before they were blinded by an incredible flash.

Georgiana held still as she waited for the picture to come out.

As she waited, her gaze slid towards the kitchen door where Crowe and Princey just came through.

‘Mistletoe!’ Georgiana shouted. Princey looked up, rolling his eyes.

‘When and where did you get that? And when did you put it up?’ asked Esther, ice coursing through her veins.

‘Outside, where we got all the other greenery, and I put it up when no one was looking. Part of the fun is catching people by surprise’, Georgiana smiled.

‘Since I was the one who found it, I claim it cannot be used against me’, declared Crowe.

‘Come now, you mind kissing me so much?’ asked Princey.

‘No.’

Princey grabbed his friend and pressed a very quick kiss to Crowe’s lips, which was immediately captured by Georgiana’s camera and Sidney’s phone.  

Esther looked away from the scene, realizing how close she stood to Babington. She looked at the man, becoming very aware of the width of his biceps, the posture of his shoulders and his height. She rarely stood this close to someone unless it was for dancing or a one night stand. Her eyes travelled upwards, towards his cheek on which the shadow of a beard was forming.

Something in her belly made a flip.

Esther downed her cup of glühwein.

‘Wicked child’, she chided before picking up a box of baubles and starting to hang them in the tree.

‘I’m not the child, Crowe is!’ cried Georgiana with a smile.

‘Alright, so what is all this family stuff’, exclaimed Susan when she came from the kitchen with a fresh cup of glühwein.

‘We decided that we all clicked together with a certain family dynamic’, Georgiana explained.

‘Crowe is the child, I and James are the crazy aunt and uncle, Charlotte and Sidney are that sickeningly cute couple… Hm, perhaps we should give each of you a title too.’

‘And what does that make them?’

Babington and Esther took a step apart as they felt everyone’s eyes drifting over to them as they had just been standing close together to each pick a bauble.

‘Mom and dad. Mom’s a snarky but caring figure’, James explained.

Esther hung her bauble and walked over to the table, pouring herself some more wine.

It was getting embarrassing, and the jokes about her and William being together made it hard for her to act normal around him. Especially since her belly decided to make loopings every time she looked at him. She liked him, as much as it was possible to like someone after having only met them a handful of times. She hoped the jokes wouldn’t put a strain on their friendship, their conversations already felt awkward enough from time to time..

‘And Babington is obviously used to taking care of us, but he’s a bit more rough on us, though he would definitely be the bottom in their relationship.’

Esther choked on her wine.

‘Excuse me?’ Babington asked of Crowe.

‘It’s true. We’ve all known you long enough to know you to be the gentle one, and she’s got a bite to it.’

‘I’ll never forget how you manage to get rid of pushy guys’, James admitted while looking at Esther.

‘Or how you hit Clara in the face that one time. My biggest regret the past four years has been not being able to see how you put Edward in his place’, Georgiana admitted.

Esther’s gaze fluttered towards Babington. He knew it would’ve been the better thing to just ignore it, but he couldn’t help but feel the need to put on end to it.

‘Come now, you’re making mother uncomfortable. Stop it before her knee goes up your groins.’

James flinched and everyone laughed.

‘I think I would make a lovely granny’, Susan decided.

‘Can there be another drunk uncle?’ asked Princey.

‘Sure’, Georgiana decided. ‘I don’t think any other role would fit you.’

Princey high-fived Crowe and the group dispersed. It was nearing two after midnight, and they wanted to explore the surroundings the next day.

First to go was Georgiana, whose energy had gone from very high to very low quite suddenly. She was quickly followed by Crowe. Next were Sidney and James. Princey and Babington played cards for a bit, as Esther and Susan finished up the big tree while talking about a very complicated sounding book they’d both read about a female dragon rider, orange trees and stupid men.

Princey decided to go to bed, and Babington went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As he was there, he appreciated the surprisingly well decorated Christmas tree – no doubt it had been decorated under Susan’s directions – before deciding to quickly wash the cups and glasses.

 Less work tomorrow.

When he finished he noticed the slightest of movements on the deck against, he could only distinguish it thanks to the kitchen light and the moonlight.

He gently opened the kitchen door leading to the deck. There was no one on this side of the deck. He was only wearing his t-shirt, so the freezing temperatures shocked his body. His curiosity won out from his discomfort though as he rounded the corner. Esther was sitting on the bench on the deck overlooking the loch. She’d wrapped her arms around her legs, and had wrapped a blanket around her form.

Her gaze was aimed skyward until she heard the creaking planks.

‘Hi.’

‘Aren’t you cold?’

‘Yes. Uhm, I just thought I saw something on the deck and didn’t really think to put on my sweater.’

‘It was me. Sorry. I just wanted to check out the stars. Been a long time since I left the city, and the sky is nowhere near as pretty there.’

‘Yeah, it isn’t. I could stare at it all night. I try to spend at least one night a year in a sleeping bag looking at the stars. I like being away from the city, even the air feels different’, he said, growing increasingly awkward and cold.

She threw him an awkward smile, extending her arm and a part of the blanket to him.

Since he was a fool, not an idiot, he took the invitation and went to sit beside her with the blanket wrapped around both of them.

‘Then you must know a lot of constellations.’

‘You don’t?’

‘I like looking at them, but I just know Cassiopeia, Big Bear, Small Bear and the Archer’, she admitted with a smile. ‘I always tell myself I’m going to learn more, but I never do.’

And so he gladly pointed out other constellations to her, helping her find them in the night sky. She was softly shivering from the cold, but they both ignored it, not wanting to mention it since it would probably lead to one of them suggesting to go back inside.

She sighed after she found the fifth constellation he’d found.

‘Not tired yet, Miss Denham?’

‘I’m used to staying up late. I try to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but I always blink and it’s three after midnight. But no, I just really wanted to look at the stars right now. I like being outside.’

She took a deep breath, inhaling the forest air. She could never dare to describe the taste of winter air, but the night air in winter just had a distinctive delightful taste to it.

Babington could only gaze at her in wonder.

‘Me too. I’m not made for mornings or entire days being cooped up inside. And if I have to be inside, I want to be located near a window offering a view of at least a tree or something.’

Esther nodded, her gaze once again lifting up towards the sky.

Babington took a deep breath, gathering courage for what he desperately wished to ask next.

‘Are you fine, with all the teasing? I can ask them to stop if it’s annoying you.’

‘I’m just worried it’ll make things weird, you know. All the mom-and-dad-tee-hi-hi stuff, when we’re not… it’ll be like back in high school, when you were teased when you had a friend of the other sex and then the friendship stopped because you’re afraid that anything you do will be interpreted as flirting or being in love.’

She wasn’t looking at him, she rarely ever did. He wondered if he was bad that bad to look at, or whether she was just not the eye-contact type. Then he realized she definitely had no trouble holding people’s gaze. It was just him.

‘I felt the same way. But I know what I feel. I assume you to know what you feel. We’re not high schoolers anymore. They’re our friends and they mean nothing with their comments. I promise I won’t interpret your behaviour as anything specific just because they call us mom and dad. Let’s show them we’re real parents and adults who won’t let others influence their behaviour or thinking. We form our own opinions and decide for ourselves when the other is flirting… or not… Instead of letting them call it flirting like those high school kids would.’

The air between them was definitely charged with something as she nodded.

‘Yes. It’s only flirting when we intentionally do it. And we’re not. And we’re just being thrown together because you’re the dad friend and I’m the mom friend. It doesn’t even have to do with how we treat each other.’

William nodded. Not knowing what to take from this conversation. They’d agreed on not being awkward and not changing their behaviour just because of the mom and dad jokes, but the talk about flirting had made him a bit disappointed and unsure.

Despite how they had met, since meeting at the Friendmas dinner, she had apparently never – according to herself – tried to flirt with him. He had carefully omitted any statement about whether he’d been flirting or whether he was in love.

Did this mean she was uninterested? She probably was. But then he couldn’t shake the feeling that there had been more than a handful of times when the air between them had seemed charged with something. But maybe that was just him being in love and feeling said love.

‘Shall we retire to bed, dad?’ she asked with newfound confidence that she could accept the role without it having to mean anything.

But the comment did sound so flirtatious and Babington couldn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat.

‘Let’s, mom.’

They walked towards the door, still sharing the blanket, and as they opened it, Esther halted abruptly, her eyes focussed on something above them.

A second mistletoe had been hidden above the door.

Her eyes drifted downward again connecting with his.

To not kiss her would be to curse her with a year of being single.

‘Are you particularly superstitious?’

‘No, but I have been single for four years.’

She bit her lip. She shouldn’t be telling him that. Now she appeared desperate and lonely while it had been her choice to remain single. Okay, well, not completely. Men had thrown themselves at her, but she’d never allowed anyone to get further than a one night stand. All men who tried were men she met while out clubbing, they didn’t know anything about her and were only after her for her looks and for a quick shag. And the first two years after Edward, she couldn’t even imagine trusting a man so much he had the possibility to break her heart ever again. After four years though, loneliness won out from the fear of being hurt, but she just didn’t know how or when to find someone, or how to have a normal relationship. Hers and Edwards had always been weird, and in hindsight, toxic.

‘Don’t curse me for another year’, she decided.

There wasn’t a cell in his body which wasn’t panicking and rejoicing simultaneously at the thought of kissing her.

She said she hadn’t been flirting though, so he wouldn’t push her by stealing a kiss.

She lifted her face as he bent down, pressing his lips against her cheek.

‘Good night, Esther.’

And if her knees shook when he walked past her, that was entirely due to the cold.

Babington, once his head hit the pillow, realized that Esther had entered the porch through that exact same door the mistletoe had hung above, and tried not to overthink that fact. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed before.

                             Notes:  

- Written for the 12 days of Sanditon challenge but I'm awfully late - Building mentioned is this one https://www.countrycottageholiday.com/our-cottages/the-boathouse# - Song sung by Georgiana and James is this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64xKIGA7_P4

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But that’s what you were

You got paid really well and you got to live in the tower

So it’s not like you were paid really bad

But being a maid isn’t really uplifting most days

You’d had one conversation with Bucky

You couldn’t even call it a conversation

He had turned a corner and run into you and spilled his coffee all over himself and the floor that you had just cleaned

“Oh god, I’m so sorry! I can clean that up, don’t worry about it, you have enough to do cleaning up after us.”

“Oh no, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“Y/N, is it? I’m Bucky. I wish I hadn’t met you by knocking you over but I really gotta go, I’m so sorry again.”

“It’s fine, really, bye!”

He sprinted down the hallway and you watched him leave before shaking your head and getting back to work

You saw him sometimes

You’d smile at each other but you hadn’t ever gotten another chance to talk

But you were vacuuming the carpet in a den sort of room

And you heard Tony and Steve talking in the room next to you

You’d think that at Stark Hecking Tower there’d be thicker walls but I guess not man

You heard them planning Bucky’s birthday

You were like omg the hot one

With the beard and the sMiLe

You caught the date, ingrained it into your brain and went on cleaning

You barely slept that night

You had also just recently figured out that Bucky’s room was on the same floor as yours

And you were sure he could hear your heavy sigh when you realized you had no idea what he liked

Then you thought about the day you met him

He was wearing a teal sweater pulled over a teal white and orange button up

You remembered how he had spilled coffee over his outfit

You nearly shot out of bed at two in the morning to go to the store

The next day was your off day but you still were allowed in the tower bc you lived there

You rushed out to a department store and spent three hours looking for the eXACT SWEATER AND SHIRT

You managed to find pretty damn close matches if not identical products from what you remembered

You thought about it a lot tbh so you trusted your memory

You wrapped them really nicely in one of those clothing boxes

And tied a lil bow on it ack

The day of his birthday

You’d had it kept safe in your room

You waited until nighttime

And went to his room at like nine when he said he was gonna relax

He opened the door in plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt looking wAY too good

Everyone looks good in those pajamas?

You smiled and handed him the gift

“Happy Birthday, I figured you might need these.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything Y/N, really, we only talked once!”

He opens the gift and looks a little confused for a second

And then his eyes light up and he pulls you into his room

He runs to his closet and pulls out the sweater and the shirt, both still stained with coffee

“You remembered!”

“Yeah, I did! I still feel really bad that your clothes were ruined, so I figured that this was the least I could do.”

He gave you the sMiLe and chuckled

“It was my fault, really. But thank you so much Y/N!”

He leaned forwards and wrapped you in the tightest, warmest, best hug you’d ever gotten

Before he suddenly retracted and looked down at his arm

“I hugged you with the… I’m really sorry, I try not to even have it showing, I’m surprised you didn’t say anything.”

“With the what?”

“The metal arm? On my body? The not skin and bones arm?”

“So? Why would I care about that?”

“I… You don’t care? It doesn’t freak you out?”

“If I had a metal arm would it freak you out?”

“Not at all, I just- I’m sure you know why I have it and-”

“I’m sure I don’t know the whole story and I don’t really care anyways, I’m not judging you for something that I know you didn’t do in your right mind.”

His amazing smile was blinding and he pulled you in for an even tighter hug

:’)

I live for soft, somewhat outgoing but also shy boi Bucky

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Riverdale, “Chapter Forty-Seven: Bizarrodale”

Jughead eats: QUICK SHOT OF BRUNCH

the print on Josie’s bomber jacket? confounding

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.”

Ms. McCoy in bright blue? confounding

have Moose’s eyebrows gotten thicker? he...he fine

Cheryl’s sheaths: like a true gay icon, Cheryl wears both a satiny demi-cup bustier and a flannel in bed with Toni, who’s rocking a sort of cottony Aerie bralette

Hermione’s earrings look like divining rods, which makes sense

“dangerously unhinged,” in this day and age? UNHINGED?

Cheryl is “legacy” in Riverdale’s version of Smith College

Cheryl’s pins: in her droopy 1920’s lady-reporter tie, Cheryl has a pin that is probably a bee but is POSSIBLY a giant frightening moth like in the Silence of the Lambs poster

Moose’s hair is longer or something and he’s like? I don’t know but I’m a gay boy all of a sudden, like let me at All That

I like how he pauses but goes in for more kisses after Kevin tells him he wants to ask him something

he’s like…..so tall….and he has this a little mole on his cheek….

(RIP Midge)

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: you look me in my pale astigmatic eyes and tell me the little snitch canary “told you they were in here sir” smug Malfoy stool pigeon ISN’T a pillow queen and I’ll give you this money RIGHT NOW. THAT thin-lipped smirk? with THAT cleft chin? he’s a gay, your honor

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: oh fuck!!!! Sweet Pea has a VERY vulnerable, soft-masculinity speech about his heartspace and emotional boundaries and he’s so fluffy-haired and trying to be gentle with himself……….SWEET PEA……..

Best costume bit: don’t miss the two-second shot of a Prostitute in a turquoise pencil skirt and red velvet blazer and pearls AND GLASSES leading a man by the tie down the Maple Club hallway

“Damn good coffee”: also this jazz music and Cheryl’s short pantsuit

WHERE CAN I GET CHERYL’S MINI BACKPACK

The Blossom spawn: I know Penelope Blossom is not out here suggesting there are no lesbians in what I assume is a women’s college. I remember when I got into My Women’s College one of the nuns at my church was like, Ha ha! Don’t let the drug-dealing lesbians get you! and I was like, How do you already know the plot of Riverdale season 3? but then I was also like, Ma’am why did you join this monastery?

Fifth period is AP English: “THIS IS THE PRICE OF SALT.”

Lawyer McCoy is right, Ex-Sheriff Keller IS a snack and this bitch’s blood sugar is low

I love Sierra and Whatsit playing Lawyers in bed because it happens to be my thing too and I want to be there with them

Certified pedigree: his name’s Tom right? he’s SO HANDSOME. everyone is so handsome right now!!!!!!! (I’m ovulating)

this is the same fancy hotel room Jughead and Betty stayed in when he sort of proposed to her? this is just the upscale version of the sex bunker

Kevin eats when he’s stressed, as you will recall from the drive-in S1 episode

“an epaulette to cry on”

Cheryl’s hair: and Cheryl’s sleeves!!!!!!!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: “looking like a community theater production of The Talented Mr. Ripley” is the SECOND time handsome bicurious Tom Ripley has been name-dropped (also the drive-in S1 episode)

“I can’t go back to Fox Forest” is like the most tragic thing. HE CAN’T GO CRUISING AGAIN

“Oh, sullen, tenderhearted Kevin.”

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “RAPTUROUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like that Cheryl continues to use words like “whilst” and “amongst”

is Moose wearing a denim Henley? MOOSE?

the closed captioning renders it “O shutterbug of my dreams.” “O,” LIKE CHERYL IS SHAKESPEARE

I absolutely buy that Cheryl would ask if this was their first fight mid-fight

only Toni among us could wear that many necklaces at once

I did get a little confused when Toni confronts Cheryl in the bathroom, like at first it was about how you shouldn’t out people but then it was about her not being in the Serpents? let’s focus, ladies

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s commitment to keeping her eyeshadow coordinated with her jackets over her commitment to boys is aspirational

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: I LOVE ARCHIE’S SIDE-EYE, LIKE………“SWEET PEA?”

Reggie on kneecapping: “Does that really happen?”

Reggie’s voice cracks me up. he’s just a big gorgeous squeezable side hustle dummy bro, so down for the ride, remember when he slugged Jughead? neither does he

REGGIE HONESTLY HONEST-TO-GOD IS JUST LIKE….RONNIE YO YOU NEED SOME MONEY?

“You can be my Baby Driver” uuuuuugggghghhhhhkkhhhhhhhhh REggggeieiee

“JUST PLEASE DON’T SCRATCH MY CAR” has more sexual energy than I think Archie has ever manufactured with anyone EXCEPT BETTY when they kissed that one time you know?????

why do you think Reggie is such a good doofus boyfriend while Archie was such a bad doofus boyfriend? is it because Archie tried to think for himself? or has Reggie just not been given the chance to fuck something up yet

I like Penelope bringing up Sierra and Tom getting married not to shade them but to just be like, They should be happy if they want. I was like, Damn, Penelope! You’re right!

“He is a vicious and petty god.”

lol oh yeah Hiram got shot

Gay?!: as has been discussed, Veronica is reading some classic lesbian pulp fiction for no other reason than I suppose she fucking likes it, and that is BDE

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica would wear those shoes to baby drive

SOMEONE TAKE ME ON A “MAD SAPPHIC CAPER”

Archie > Dawson: Archie is a hot-or-cold boyfriend but he is an EXCELLENT beard!!!! GOOD, ARCHIE

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Reggie takes the same positive attitude towards getting shot and surviving that I hope I would have, which is “at least I can say I got shot”

Moose is like, out and THEREFORE dtf, as if they couldn’t have secretly been having sex this whole time

Toni conceded to Highsmith’s business formal dress code insofar as she wears a black vest over a plaid tie and that’s it

“WHOEVER YOU ARE, PLEASE BE CHILL.”

Veronica’s blue plaid coat SHOCKS me

Veronica was rich: Gladys admires Veronica and Reggie’s gumption showing up with only half the money

is it a coat or is it a miniskirt with a matching jacket?????

God bless jingle-jangle Moose: Moose is so excited that he just absolutely tells Cheryl he’s finally going to have sex. I know the show needs him to say it so Cheryl can tell him to BYOS, but it’s still cute of him, himself. is Moose kind of precious?

remember when Moose got gunned down in that car? Christ

HE BROUGHT A LITTLE RED CANDLE!!!!!

I love when people take off their whole belt, as if you can’t just undo it and still take your jeans off

dope deer skull! plus: everyone’s fucking

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: I’ve lost track a little bit of whether or not Alice KNOWS Betty and Jughead are literally/colloquially sleeping together in Betty’s bedroom, or are they taking advantage of her being gone?

The female gaze: Reggie’s chest is the new Archie’s chest

“NIGHT HAG”

“KEEP YOUR BOW CLOSE.”

Moose is MASSIVE like, do you see those arms?

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: HIS BEAUTIFUL FLIPPY HAIR ON THE PILLOW

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs The Gargoyle Children: the RROTC guy is Chris Cooper in American Beauty???

Gay.: Sierra was halfway right about “the jealousy thing”

even FP, conducting his interview in his flannel, is like, bruh

These students are legally children: his “Man, the Sisters did a number on you” feels like Riverdale’s version of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’s “The Catholics really fucked you up”

Jughead doubts it: Jughead makes a good point. is there one costumes everyone keeps using or is it that easy to DIY your own Gargoyle King?

“UR-KING,” JUGHEAD, PLEASE

oh I can see Jughead about to be disillusioned by his family coming a mile away

Archie’s soft soft sweater? confounding

at least Moose isn’t moving to Toledo, am I right

CHERYL’S SLEEVES?????????

What damn high school in America: Cheryl’s girl gang is 100% Teddy girls and I love them

THE WHITE STRIPE ON REGGIE’S SWEATER and the little black birds on Veronica’s shirt!

Gladys & JB are already a more powerful duo than FP & Jughead could ever hope to be

ARCHIE ASKS HER IF HE COULD KISS HER. THAT’S VERY SEXY OF YOU, ARCHIE. GOOD, ARCHIE

wait Moose is moving to Glendale? SABRINA-GLENDALE? MOOSE WAIT A SECOND?

NEXT WEEK: Gladys tells Veronica to pray, OH BOY