#me? romanticing christmas? yup

[booiiee]

King of my heart,

body and soul

Christmas wasn't really your favourite of festivals, you liked the lights, the huge Christmas tree, the many red sweaters your friends gift you "as a joke" (you have about 3 pair of 'jingle yo bells' sweaters that'll never see the light of the day).

Christmas, however, was also the time your (now) fiance has time off from his very busy career as a kpop idol. Sounds almost too funny to even say that, that you're engaged to a kpop idol. Up until September your engagement was kept a secret but one random day (your 3 month anniversary, he's a sap of course he celebrates monthly anniversaries) he decided to go on live and show off his ring. You weren't allowed access to your phone for the next 24 hours cause he knew you'd be upset by the "fans" that call you unworthy of having their idol.

Hyunjae behind the scenes was just a guy. Really. He was just some guy you met at a McD parking lot, just some guy who tore his shirt pocket to offer you something to wipe your tears with, this guy who you kept bumping into until you took the initiative to thank him for his help when you first met. Hyunjae was just some guy to you, he was nice to you always, a gentleman even when you weren't looking, funny without being offensive or rude and so easily attractive. He had the face that has the similarities of many others but even in a crowd of hundreds you could spot him, so really, hyunjae was just some guy, that you were undeniably attracted to.

You found out his rather popular status on your first non-date to a restaurant that was known for having the best Italian food in town. Dressed to kill -you-, he picked you up with a bouquet of pink roses, his white shirt complimenting your beige satin dress, you had to stop yourself fron thinking how you looked like a real couple. Your magical evening was rather interrupted by a big group of people wanting to take his autograph after he politely said no to pictures. You give him a soft smile as indication for him to sign the fans' merch but mentally you took a note of all the people trying to touch his arm.

I am so sorry for that I really tried to say no.

He didn't look as apologetic as he did anxious. Maybe this wasn't the first time his date was interrupted by his fans

It's okay. I really should remember that you're a k-pop star and not just some guy I'm hanging out with.

You wanted him to point out that this is more than just hanging out, that this is a date, that he's as smitten by you as you are by him. Instead he just gives a smile that feels rather staged, one that he'd pull in interviews that he hated. You wished you never said anything, of course this means nothing to him, you're just a regular person with a regular job, he's everything, he has everything and everyone why would this be more than hanging out of course.

You are shaken out of your trance as you feel his warmth beside you. Pulling you by your chair he makes you look into his eyes and with the smile he holds always, the genuine real smile, he holds your hand, you shiver as his cold hands meet your warm palm, you wonder how his warmth doesn't carry onto his hands, almost as if they were on their own, with their own mind.

I don't know how you feel and I won't assume, however, I have to be honest to you, this, between us is not just hanging out to me. I mean sure I love hanging out with you but not cause you're just some girl to me, and I don't say this to mock what you've just said, I'm trying to tell you how I feel. I'm trying to tell you I like you and that this dinner is a date, I'm sorry I didn't put it into words before and I'd accept if you'd want to hit me with this bouquet and if you don't speak to me after tonight, or after this long monologue, but I really like you and if you can tolerate few of our dates getting interrupted I swear there won't be anything else you'd have to complain about.

Hyunjae wasn't just some guy. He's never been. You knew who he was when you first met, the terrible day you've had suddenly felt so worth it seeing his face, his shirt pocket that had your mascara on it was the most important piece of clothing to you and every smile he gave you made you feel like you could die happily. You've thought about what he'd say if he knew that you knew, you knew that he had the whole world at his feet and you loved that he still chose to talk to you, that he could go upto any girl and yet he asked to sit beside you.

Hyunjae was everything to you, so when you feel tears stream down at his honest and oh so sweet confession, you weren't surprised. His panicked face reaching out for his shirt pocket again had you rushing for his hands and telling him and you weren't sad, just so so happy you couldn't stop the tears. He sat beside you for the rest of the dinner and just like every romance book ever written about gentlemen and perfect dates, he kissed you at your doorstep, and kissed you again as he closed the door behind you, and near your couch, and again on your bed as you both fell down softly on your maroon sheets.

Hyunjae is shy. He's been a shy guy for as long as you've known him, you did feel how he held you by your waist on your way to home tonight, but mostly hyunjae is shy. Which is why you gasped when his hands squeezed your waist as he moved lower to kiss your neck the way he kissed your lips, maybe worse than how he kissed your lips. His lips on your neck were accompanied by his tongue and soon his teeth, you've always been wary of intimacy but this right now, him touching you like you're his everything, like touching you is all he's made for, like he has to remove every touch that wasn't full of love, this right here felt so right, so good.

A whimper leaves your mouth when his teeth leave a mark at the sensitive spot on your neck, you hear him chuckle as his tongue follows right after. You feel as though you should stop him, as though you need to follow this imaginary rule of not doing anything more than a kiss on a first date, but you've been into him since the very first date and in your head all your "hangouts" were basically dates so it didn't really matte-

Get out of your head and come back to me. I want you to remember every touch, every kiss I want you here.

His voice pulled you out of your head as he hovered over your face. You pull him in for another kiss causing him to fall onto you completely and letting out a low groan that, for the first time in your life, aroused you more. Your hands grab his beautiful curls roughly as you deepen the kiss and simultaneously moan with how his body felt on yours. His hair was always your favourite feature of him, curls were so blessed to be adorned by him, something fans couldn't see often as he straightened them up for almost all of his appearances, his curls that made him look extra curly, his curls that were looking so sinful right now as he broke the kiss to kiss you right above your breasts.

Your hands wander down on his waist and his shirt that had risen up allowed you to have direct contact with his on so slender waist and you couldn't help but let your fingers trace his (very slutty) waists. Jesus, why did men (him) have such slutty little waists (you literally could foam at your mouth because of his waist). He seemed to have liked your wandering hands on his waist as he bit just above your left breast and pushed his waist closer to you, the movement causing you to come to the realisation of what this could progress to.

He was hard. Painfully so. It wasn't the first time you've felt a man hard above you, it was however the first time you've felt aroused by it, felt so aroused you couldn't help but whimper. He felt so big, scary even, and you hadn't even seen, or felt, rhe real thing yet, his pants blocking the reality from you.

He stops his tortures on you as he balances his body on his arms and gets up, still hovering, barely touching, ridding you of the pleasure of having him where you wnated.

Tell me to stop and I won't think twice. Tell me what you want and I'll do that, no more, never less. But I want you to tell me.

Would you think any different of me if I asked you to stop? It's not that I don't want it, god I do, I do want it so bad, I just want to I don't know maybe feel a little more comfortable with your touches, and it's not you at all, trust me, I just want to not be thinking so much and just feel, and I know I sound like I'm saying two things but it's just I don't know I jus-

Hey, hey, look at me, you're making sense and I get it, I'm not confused I understood 100% of what you just said. As far as thinking differently goes, nothing you say or do can change the way I feel about you, nothing. Don't worry okay? I'm your boyfriend now, I'm here when you wanna hang out, when you wanna cuddle, when you kiss and I'll be here when you'd want me to devour you.

He kisses you again, deeply, caressing your hair at the same time. He gets up to leave when you pull on his, now undone, shirt sleeve.

Would you- would it be okay if i ask you to stay? I meani totally understand if it'd be weird for you to yk just cuddle or whate-

Of course, I'd love to stay my love. I understand that you can't just stop overthinking just because I ask you to but with me even if you're overthinking something, just say it out loud, okay? Now change into something comfortable and let's get you to sleep.

As he held you in his warm embrace, you realised just how much more he meant to you. For the first time in a while, your brain wasn't racing and before you could spend more time embracing his features, sleep had taken over.

Things moved rather fast after that. Hangouts became sleeping in, dates eneded up with heavy makeouts and movie nights were always followed by him falling asleep halfway through on hour shoulder. You had gotten used to his out of nowhere kissed but his hands, his hands with a mind of their own always caught you by surprise. Hyunjae looked so oblivious to your gasps whenever he'd grab your waist a little too roughly or whenever they'd make contact with your collarbones when snuggled on the couch. Maybe he was oblivious to what his hands did to you, almost as if they were different from him, with a will of their own, with an obsession with having you always.

Hyunjae would be giving you feather like pecks on your face and his hands would be caressing your cleavage, sometimes hyunjae would be busy in reading the script of a variety show appearance and his hands would be drawing circles on your thighs, god you loved how free his hands were from him.

You were introduced to his members just weeks into dating him and all of them spoke of how he's turned into a sap and how he spends his free time smiling at your picture like a soldier away from his wife. Hyunjae would never be as risky as his hands, that would pull you to sit on his lap in his makeup room or pull you in an empty room and pull you close, too close to hyunjae.

You missed hyunjae when he had promotions, too busy to even have a proper conversation with you, you missed his hands on you the most whenever you saw him being a menace on stage. The same hands that had pulled your top down to your waist and hand grabbed your breasts like they were the most magnificent set ever, the hands that tortured you by squeezing your breasts but never doing more, the hands that grabbed the back of your neck when hyunjae marked up you collarbones, your jaw and almost your breasts.

You missed hyunjae and you missed him enough to know you'd give him all that you've wanted to since his confession. Not because he's hyunjae, not because he's your everything, not because you were dating, because you loved him, really truly, madly, you loved Hyunjae and if the words won't come out, you'll show in actions.

I AM SEEING YOU TODAY I'M SO HAPPY DID YOU MISS ME?

of course i did, you know i dont like sleeping without you:(

I know love, we'll have lots of cuddle time now, i have a week's free schedule. Im not gonna leave you alone for a single minute!

Can't wait!, I have a something to show you xD

👁️👁️ WHAT

you'll know <3

To say Hyunjae was surprised would be an understatement. Sure, he knew someday this day will come, but he did not expect his lover to -literally- pounce on him the second he walked in that door. He was pushed onto the closed door and his lips were now held hostage by his angelic lover who had switched places with the devil tonight with how she was letting her hands explore his body.

His hands not listening to him again pulled her off him and shoved her to the wall, switching the position, causing her to smirk instead of being surprised. Hyunjae wanted to talk, to caress her face, his hands? One grabbing her neck and pulling her close for a kiss deeper than the last, the other on her left breast already causing her to moan with the not so light squeezes.

I want you. All of you, tonight. I want you to have your way with me, to devour me liek you said you would, I just, I want you.

Hyunjae did not think twice as he pulled you towards your bedroom. Gently laying you on your bed he began undressing himself first, giving you the chance to admire his well toned body, his abs very visible enough just the way you loved and his prominent V line made you wet thinking about what follows. As he unbuttoned his jeans you could finally see his rather big dick's outline through his underwear, saving the best for the last he hovers over you as he kisses you softly and pulls your dress above your head. You get reminded that you were not wearing a bra with the way he gasps, his hands have had their sweet time with your boobs but this was Hyunjae's first time seeing your breasts our and proud and the way his mouth latched onto your right, you could conclude he loved them.

His left hand took the opportunity to squeeze the left simultaneously as you moaned loudly, causing hyunjae to grind onto you. Your hands found their way to his waist then went lower to his ass and jesus christ he worked out! His mouth and hand switched places as you pushed him closer, closer to where you needed him the most. Having him wasn't just a want to you, it was a need, like if he wasn't inside you anytime soon, you'd cease to exist. Hyunjae's hands being a step ahead went south and pulled your -soaked- underwear down. You'd be too embarassed of it wasn't for the growl that left his mouth when his fingers came in contact your wetness.

He kissed his way down and made eye contact with you as he kissed you there. One kiss turned into several and suddenly became licks and before you could process it all, he was eating you out, like he was an animal, like you were a candy, like he could devour you whole, like you deserved.

God, you make me so crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind. You're so goddamn hot and just for me, I'm the only lucky man who gets to have you, just me. The luckiest man in the world.

You tried to push him away as you felt closer to an orgasm but he kept going. This side of hyunjae will be imprinted in your mind forever you think. You came and felt like your soul had left your body and was watching you from afar, hyunjae kept going until you were done coming down from your high. To give you a few minutes to breathe he went back up leaving soft kissed from your face and neck trying to calm you down and you once again felt like you've won in life.

Feeling the need to return the favour (& feeling bold in the moment) you push him on his back and try to pull his underwear down but get stopped in the middle.

Oh trust me I want this more than anything but tonight I want you to feel all that I've wanted to show you.

He lays you on your back as he stands up and pulls his underwear down, freeing the huge cock that you were -somehow- supposed to let inside. You gulp at the sight of him and watch as he stokes it to make it even bigger. You wonder if you'd survive this but conclude that it'd be the best way to go if you don't.

It will hurt and I don't say this to sound cocky but I'm a little bigger than most guys so it'll hurt a lot, but if it hurts way more than your tolerance please please tell me, I don't want our first time to be a painful experience for you, okay love?

I- uh, this will be my first time, ever. And I'm sorry I'm saying that right now but I just you never asked I never mentioned and now it's just, but it's okay if you'd wanna stop right now.

Fuck, okay. Don't feel bad babe, it's not weird, I'm honoured that you want me to be your first but I want to ask you once again, are you completely sure you want this? I can wait for you absolutely.

I want you, Hyunjae, I really do.

Hyunjae hovers over you again as he takes your lips in another kiss, somehow deeper than the rest. Tongues playing with each other as he lines up his cock near your entrance and slowly enters you. You feel the pain he mentioned but ask him to move on, after what feels like forever, he is inside you completely but doesn't move and you feel grateful cause he really wasn't kidding about being bigger than most men, he felt so deep inside, so close that the pain felt irrelevant. You whisper in his ear asking him to move and then lose all ability to talk once he does. You suddenly understood what people meant when they said sex could change you, in those first few thrusts you felt as though you'd already addicted and the way hyunjae was grunting, you could imagine he felt the same.

Countless curses and groans later you had kind of gotten used to his size when you asked him to go harder, he growled in your neck as he picked up the pace, his hands holding yours down, intertwined, just like the movies, but his noises, p0rnographic. He was rough in a way that made you feel like a slut, his own personal slut, but the way he kept kissing your face and whispering I love yous in your ear made you feel like his lover, his wife, his everything. You came in after his continuous thrusts to your sensitive spot and not long after he followed, shaking in your embrace and biting your neck.

Too tired to keep your eyes open you close them to rest a little and wake up next morning in a big tshirt cuddled in hyunjae's naked torso. You kiss his chest and heat him groan, so you do it again and again until he is hovering over you with your hands pinned over your head with one hand and the other caressing your thighs.

You know you never really let me do one thing last night.

He looks at you confused and before he can question you push him on his back straddling him, your naked core near his semi hard. You grind yourself on him as he groans and grabs your hips to steady your pace. You pull his hands away from you and you get down and get lower nearing his cock. He shivers as you kiss his hipbone and lets outs a loud moan when you hold his now hard dick in your hand.

His moans give you motivation to continue your movements as you lick along his big shaft and rhe way he gasps makes you confident that putting it inside your mouth till you felt him in your throat was a good idea. He was the singer anyway, your throat being used would not hamper your job. So you take him deep and you continue to suck him like your life, and his, depended on it. Hyunjae tells you he will kiss the ground you walk on when he comes.

Your relationship was never the same after. For the first few days you guys couldn't keep your hands off each other. Kitchen, couch, bathroom, the vanity, you had done it all and done it everywhere. On the 4th day Hyunjae was told he'd have to cut his trip shorter so he fucked you 5 ways into the fifth and last day of his little free time.

A month after that he had proposed in Pohang, one of your favourite places in the world and you had accepted with surprised and annoyed face cause you were literally out and about in his BIG hoodie and shorts and freaking flipflops. He promised he wouldn't post the pictures anywhere, he lied. On your 3 month anniversary he announced your relationship to his fans on live and while you came home to a dozen bouquets, your Instagram was filled with vile comments about how he deserved more.

He had his company file an official notice that they'd take legal action against harmful comments made towards you even though you said you didn't vet bothered by those comments (you did).

Christmas wasn't really your favourite of the festivals, but you came home to your fiance, Hyunjae, with his warm smile and soft curls falling onto his beautiful face, calling you his wife and kissing you breathless, and everything was merry.

this was written solely for @un-love i hope this filled tha hyunjae fic shaped void, hope you liked the smut xD

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the shakespeare exhibit - part 8

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you and tara both have things to talk about

warnings: mentions of stabbing, talks of substance abuse and verbal abuse

word count: 2700+

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Finals season was in full swing at Blackmore University, sending its students into poor sleep schedules and even worse diets as they attempted to cram a semester’s worth of information into their brains.

You and Tara, unfortunately, were no exception. For the past week, the two of you had holed yourselves up in either the library or one of your apartments, your noses stuck in your books and your hands fumbling around for an energy drink whenever you needed a pick-me-up.

The only time you had taken a break was to celebrate Tara’s 20th birthday, but even then it was hardly a celebration. You had gathered all of her friends at her apartment, had a small party consisting of drinks and movies, and then went right back to studying, Tara in tow.

Safe to say, the stress levels were at an all-time-high, especially for Tara, who was experiencing her first round of finals in university. You had offered her a few studying tips, since you had already gone through the struggles of freshman-year exams the year prior, before immersing yourself in your own revision.

You were in the midst of reviewing for your Romantic Literature course--the last final that you had for the semester--when your mother called you, leading you to slip out of Tara’s bedroom and into the hallway to speak to her.

Tara sat at her desk, grumbling as she tried to study for her Introduction to Literature course. This is just as stupid as it was when I was studying for the midterm, she thought, eyes scanning her notes about Emily Dickinson. Maybe it’s even more stupid now.

Your voice broke her concentration as you walked back into her room, and she twisted her chair around to face you. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll ask her, alright?” You rolled your eyes and pointed at your phone, mouthing, she talks so much. Tara giggled softly, extending her arms for you to stand between, and you sighed as you slid into place, her fingers rubbing over your hips. “Okay. Yup. Yeah, okay. Yeah. Right. Okay, bye, mom.”

“What was that all about?” Tara asked when you hung up, throwing your phone onto her desk. “Did Eddie pull another prank on the Dylan Thomas statue again?”

You chuckled, thinking about the photo that your brother had sent you the week before—he had put a wig, makeup, and a shaving-cream beard on the statue of your grandfather’s late friend. “No, no. The statue garden has gone untouched this week.”

She shook her head, a grin on her face. “I still can’t believe you guys have a statue garden,” she said. But of course her family does. Because why wouldn’t they?

“Well, my dad’s always been big into statues. Like, when he was younger, he--” You cut yourself off. “That’s not important. Anyway, my mom invited us to spend Christmas at the house.” Tara’s eyes lit up, a type of joy that she didn’t know existed rushing through her. Us? she thought. I’ve been invited to family Christmas? “Do you want to go--”

“Yes!” she exclaimed immediately, nodding her head fervently. “Please, yes.” Shit, I’ll need to buy presents. What the hell do you get for kids who could buy anything they’ve ever wanted?

You giggled at her enthusiasm and tilted your head. “Are you sure you and Sam aren’t going back to California for the holidays?” you asked.

Back to California? Back to…Woodsboro? She furrowed her eyebrows, biting her bottom lip. “Why would we go to Cali?”

You squirmed a little where you stood. What’s she so nervous about? she wondered. “I just thought you might want to see your mom?” Your voice pitched on the last word, and Tara tensed, her arms falling to her sides. You frowned and reached out, but she pulled back, swallowing.

“No, there’s--we’re not--no,” she stammered out, her voice short. She shook her head. “I’ll be here.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Tara wanted the conversation to be over, but your lips were pursed like you still had something you wanted to say. “What?” she asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing!”

She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at you. “No, you look like you have something to say. What?”

“I just…you’ve never spoken about her. Maybe we could--”

That’s because there’s nothing to say.” She’s good for nothing, she thought. “I don’t like to talk about her.” I’d rather read Shakespeare, which is really saying something.

“But--”

“No.” Her voice was stern, clear-cut, and she watched as you deflated a little, your eyes flitting around the room. She sighed, running a hand down her face. “I’m not doing this right now, okay? I’m not talking about her.”

“Tar…” The nickname came out as a coo, soft and careful and meant to be comforting, but it ignited a strange irritation beneath Tara’s skin, and something in her snapped.

“Listen, we can’t all have a perfect-fucking-family, okay?” she shouted, and you flinched, taking a step back, your eyes widening at her sudden outburst. “Just because you have parents who are there and who care doesn’t mean everyone does! I mean, Jesus, my mom didn’t even come to see me last year after--” After Amber stabbed me half-to-death, she finished in her head.

The air was tense, quiet. You stood in front of her, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, and Tara cursed herself when she noticed that your hands were trembling slightly.

“Baby…” She reached out for you, but her fingers met open air as you shook your head and crossed the room to grab your things from her bed.

“It’s fine. I--I shouldn’t have pushed,” you rushed out, your voice shaking. You threw your notebook and laptop into your backpack hastily before hurrying to the door. Tara stood, desperate to do something to stop you from leaving, but she didn’t get the chance as you said, “I’m sorry.” Of course she’d apologize when I snapped at her. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

The door shutting behind you pulled all the air from Tara’s lungs, and she fell back into her chair, holding her face in her hands.

“God fucking damnit,” she groaned. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

* * *

Hours later--during which Tara had sat in her bed and moped--there was a knock on her bedroom door. For a brief second, she thought it was you. But there would be no reason for her to come back after I got mad at her, she reminded herself, and any hope she had disappeared when Sam walked into the room, a frown on her face.

“I thought Y/N was staying for dinner so you two could study through it,” Sam said, bringing Tara’s attention right back to the fact that you had left. She stepped into the room, her arms crossed over her chest, and asked, “What happened? You’re all”--she gestured at Tara--“sad.”

Tara huffed, glaring at her sister. “Nothing,” she grumbled.

Sam scoffed. “Oh, please. You and Y/N have been attached at the hip since the start of finals.” She shook her head. “Scratch that--since you two began dating. So, what happened, Tara?”

Stupid Sam, being a good older sister. Tara sighed and relented. “She asked about mom.”

“Oh.” Sam frowned. “And what did you say?”

“I--” Was a bad girlfriend and got mad at her for no reason, Tara thought, shame seeping into her veins. “I snapped at her. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…mom’s a tough topic, and it’s even harder because Y/N’s family-life is so perfect.” She clenched her jaw and glanced away, ignoring the spark of jealous lighting in her chest. “She’s got two parents who are there, and they have money, and she’s just…” Perfect.

Sam tilted her head, walking over and sitting beside Tara. “You know, it wasn’t easy for me to tell Danny about mom, either. He’s in the same boat as Y/N--well, not the super rich family part, but his parents are together and there.” She shrugged. “It’s hard not to envy that, but she’s your girlfriend, so you’ll need to talk to her about mom at some point. She deserves to know.”

Tara nodded, hanging her head. “I know. I feel horrible for getting upset with her.” She gestured lamely at her phone. “I tried texting and calling her, but…” She pointed across the room, where your phone still sat on her desk. “Obviously that didn’t work.”

Sam hummed. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Tara. Maybe she just needed a minute.” She rested her hand on Tara’s shoulder. “Plus, she’ll need her phone.”

“What if she comes back and breaks up with me?” Tara asked, looking up at Sam with wide eyes. What if she never speaks to me again? she thought. What if this is it? What if--

“Every couple has arguments, Tara.” Sam smiled softly at her. “She’s not going to break up with you over this. That girl’s head over heels for you, even more than you are for her. It’s gonna be okay, okay?”

Tara bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, okay,” she said, not missing the sorrow in her own voice. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Sam stood, her hands on her hips and her head tilted. “Now, should we get Chinese food or pizza?”

* * *

Sam was right: you did just need a minute.

It was as Tara was getting ready for bed that she heard a knock on the front door. Sam’ll deal with it, she decided as she climbed beneath her sheets, ready to lay in the darkness and wallow for a while. Just as she was reaching over to turn off her bedside lamp, a certain name caught her attention.

“Oh, hi, Y/N!” Sam said loudly from the living room, and Tara knew she had raised her voice so that she would know who was at the door. She sat up immediately. Y/N is here? What? There was some mumbling before Sam’s voice came again. “Yeah, she’s in her room. Go ahead.”

Moments later, there were soft knocks against her bedroom door, and Tara scrambled out of her bed, rushing across the room to open the door for you. There you stood, your lips pulled in a downturned smile and your eyes wide with worry.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you muttered. You were still wearing the same clothes from the day, and your backpack was still hanging off your shoulders. Did she not go home? she wondered, furrowing her eyebrows. You pulled your arm out from behind you, revealing a small bouquet of flowers. “Got you these.”

Tara blinked. She bought me flowers?!  “I--Thanks?” She took them from your outstretched hand. “What are you doing here?”

“I said I’d see you later, didn’t I?” you tried to joke, but your voice was strained, like you were trying to be careful, and Tara felt guilt prick at her knowing that she was the cause. “Could I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Always,” she rushed out, moving to her bed to sit. She placed the flowers on her bedside table and watched as you sat in front of her, fingers playing with her blanket. “So, what’s up?” ‘What’s up?’ Really? That’s the best I can do?

You sighed, a shaky breath falling from your lips. “I want to apologize,” you said. “I didn’t mean to push you into talking about your mom earlier. I know she’s a touchy subject.”

Tara frowned. “Why are you apologizing? I’m sorry for shouting at you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You shook your head, glancing up and finally making eye-contact with her. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t want to talk about her. And, that’s okay.” You shrugged and offered her a comforting smile. “You don’t have to tell me about her…ever, if you don’t want to.”

“I should, though. I mean, we should talk about her.”

“Tara, you really don’t have to--”

“No, I--I want to.” Want’s a strong word, she thought. But I should.

“Okay,” you said, nodding and giving her your full attention. “You have the floor.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, my dad left when I was 8. My mom started working more so that she could afford Sam and I, but it turned more into an obsession for her, I think. Next thing I knew, she was never there. Sam left home when I was 13, and it was just me.” She shrugged, glancing down and fiddling with her fingers. “Then, Sam came back after I was attacked, and my mom wouldn’t talk to her, so we made the choice to cut her off. I haven’t spoken to her since we moved.”

Tara clicked her tongue, looking back up at you. To her surprise, your face wasn’t full of the pity she was used to seeing after telling people about her past; you were watching her carefully, looking close to tears.

“So, that’s that,” she said awkwardly.

You inhaled sharply, blinking your glassy eyes away. “You didn’t deserve any of that, Tar, and I’m sorry that you had to deal with it.” You reached out, your hand cupping her cheek, and she leaned into your touch. “I’m so happy that you’ve found your family.”

Her heart fluttered at your words, her mind flashing to Sam and Mindy and Chad. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I am, too. I really love those guys.” And I’ve found you, too, she thought. You make it all complete.

You grinned, and she practically melted into her mattress. “Good. They’re good--all of them.”

She giggled. “C’mere.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you to lay down with her, your face nuzzled into her neck. She laughed at the feeling of your nose against her skin, and said, “I love you. Like, a lot.”

Your arms wrapped around her waist, and you squeezed lightly. “I love you, like, a lot, too.” You sighed into her. “And I’m sorry for leaving like that earlier. I just…I don’t do well with raised voices.”

Huh? Suddenly, she was on high alert. Why not? What happened? “Any particular reason?”

You twisted in her hold so that you could lay beside her, your gaze trained on the ceiling. She scooted down so that her head was level with yours and looked at you, tracing your side profile with her eyes. So pretty, she thought. Wait, stay on topic, Tara.

You clenched your jaw. “We’ve never talked about it, but, um, my dad…” You closed your eyes. “When I was younger, my dad had a big drinking problem.” Her eyebrows furrowed. Her dad? That man? Really? “He was never physical,” you said, shaking your head lightly. “But he had a temper when he was drunk, and everything I did was always wrong.”

“Oh, Y/N,” she sighed, intertwining her fingers with yours. Your grip was tight, like she would float away if you didn’t hold on.

“He’d yell a lot, at me, at my mom.” Oh, baby. Your thumb rubbed over the skin of her hand. “But he’s good now. He got better after the boys were born--got sober. He hasn’t had a drink since.” You turned your head, looking back at her.

“He’s not, like, obsessed with apples, or anything,” you said. What does that have to do with the conversation? she wondered. “But, he eats them a lot when we have parties. That was his thing--eat an apple when he wanted a drink. It stuck, so we keep the fridge stocked, and any time someone sees him even look in the direction of alcohol, we get him an apple.” You smiled. “He eats them begrudgingly, but he’ll never have an apple out of his own volition now.”

Tara chuckled softly. “I’m happy he’s better now, but I’m sorry you dealt with that. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

You shrugged, leaning closer so that your forehead rested against her cheek. “It’s okay now. I’m alright,” you promised. “Just…never buy that man an apple, alright?” you joked, easing the tension in the air.

“Deal,” she agreed, nudging your head up. She leaned in, kissed you, and said, “I guess no family’s perfect after all, huh?” when she pulled away.

“I guess not.” You grinned, leaning up on your elbow to hover over her. “But, maybe ours could be the first.”

Her heart practically stopped, and she couldn’t help the smile that took over her face. Ours? she thought. She felt like she wanted to burst from the amount of joy that came with that thought. Yeah. Ours.

“Okay.” She pushed herself up and kissed you again. “Ours will be the first.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #museum tara #scream 5 #scream 6

[wutheringmights]

AUTHORS COMMENTARY FOR NEW CTB PLSSSSS😭😭😭

Thank you! I would be more than happy to explain myself.

My commentaries have, historically, been a pain in the butt to read on a formatting level. I have attempted to fix this by breaking up the commentary into labeled sections. Consequently, this led to me writing out way more than I normally would.

So, enjoy.

[The Past]

Pre-Festival & Festival Day

As I mentioned previously, I wrote a significant part of this past section for the last chapter-- all the way up until Link asks for Icarius’s name. I ended up cutting the chapter into two for space, which meant that there was a few weeks between writing the first and second half of the icarius stuff. 

I really did not spend as much time with the latter half as I wanted to, and I think it suffers for it. I’ll elaborate on that in a second. Let’s try to stick to talking about the chapter in a somewhat chronological order. 

I joked about this last weekend, but Jakucho is extremely funny for hearing Link speculate about Icarius and Nephus and deciding, “Yup. Not my problem. Have fun with that.” Of course, she thinks he’s obsessed with Nephus and not Icarius. 

Gaze upon my weak attempt to confirm Ayane is trans. I think this might have been a bit of a clunky way to do it. I never know how to get characters to confirm their identities without it sounding too much like a script read. Hopefully, this was at least clear if not entirely blatant.

Holidays are such an important part of world building, and I think it is very silly when you are in a fun little fantasy world and they celebrate not-Christmas or the like. That being said, sometimes you are so exhausted of any ideas that you have to sit down and say “Fuck it. Off-brand Halloween.”

That being said, having a holiday to mourn the loss of the Sacred Realm feels fitting for the world, even if the inclusion of masks was a bit clunky. 

I really do think an under-explored area of Zelda lore is that the goddess’s realm is just... gone. Corrupted. Where are the goddesses now that the Sacred Realm is the Dark World? Is there a holy crusade to restore the Dark World to the Sacred Realm? I think Nintendo could do a dark fantasy spin off about this. Or when I finally get around to running that Hyrule homebrew DND campaign I have been cajoling my friends into playing, I’ll make it a plot point. 

Now that I am typing this, I am realizing that I really should have had a little moment where all the masks forces Link to remember the child. Fuck. 

In my original vision, Icarius was going to be very polite and quiet while at Jakucho’s estate, only for his next scene to be him snarking at some guys during a bar fight. What a bait and switch that would have been.

When I was a kid, I genuinely thought that the keaton mask was supposed to be a Pikachu mask (in part because I had only seen it in my cousin’s copy of Super Smash Bros). Hence, the yellow fox vs yellow mouse banter. 

Link’s House / Icarius Backstory

Writing Icarius and Link banter was surprisingly difficult. I have this whole vision in my head about these two being loving to verbally spar with each other. And for some reason, the dialogue was just not flowing the other day.

And by the other day, I mean that a part of my major revisions the day of posting was to fix this entire section. Did it work? Not really. But I got a D grade prose up to a B-, and that was going to have to do. 

My biggest gripe is their conversation in Link’s house, where Icarius info-dumps his entire backstory. In my brain, this scene would have felt dark and moody while still being a little romantic. They definitely hit all the points I needed them to hit for the plot, but it just... it’s so stilted. It doesn’t feel like Icarius is unloading years-worth of grievances on someone who he can trust to listen, if only for a night. It feels like Icarius is reading from a script. Ugh.

There was going to be an in-story explanation from Icarius as to why his hair is bleached that never actually came up. For those curious, it’s that Nephus had the grand idea first to bleach his hair but was worried it wouldn’t look good. So he had Icarius dye his first. Sure enough, he thought it looked terrible and decided to not go through with his end. Icarius was going to be very annoyed by that and would bitch about how long it would take for him to grow it out again. 

I originally was not going to give him the bleached hair to begin with, but after everyone made fun of Warriors for not recognizing him in the first place, I felt like I had to make a significant change to his appearance. It actually helped to get him to play the role I needed him to play in Link’s post-war problems.

Let’s rewind. In my original outline, Icarius was never here in Kakariko. This entire chapter would have instead been Link deciding on his own terms to get over his hang-up over being involved with men and going out to flirt with one. This would have been a random soldier who had been discharged and was just passing through town on his way home from the war. Link would have subconsciously been attracted to him because he resembled the engineer. 

For example, he would have made some comment about liking how strong his hands were. 

This soldier was truly going to be a random guy. At most, he would have mentioned rooming with a friend on-leave named Arlo (who appeared earlier in story as a soldier in the trenches). The whole point was that Link felt like he could connect with another person as long as he didn’t give them a chance to look too deeply into him. 

But after the House of Nephus characters were all introduced, I realized I needed to find some way to elaborate on them. Switching out the random soldier for Icarius was the easiest move.

Does it work? Kinda? It definitely helps the obsession plotline, but the original point got lost among all of the Icarius backstory.

So, Icarius backstory. I feel terrible for everyone who was looking forward to Link being swept away in a beautiful, touching romance. I tried to warn you.

Icarius and his relationship with Nephis is fascinating to me, and I really feel like I only have time to scratch the surface. Icarius is very smart, but believes that Nephus is one the “good ones.” But he can see that Nephus is starting to lose respect for him, so he plays these tricks to remind him that he’s still needed. He knows its foolish but his entire like has encompassed Nephus and he’s scared to know what it would look like without him. It works for a while, but not long enough. The reader knows that it stops working because that smart mouth of his that always picks fights gets taken away.

And that’s not even addressing the greater society Icarius lives in or the way Philo’s addition changes things for him even more. 

All that’s to say that even if Icarius is not the perfect romantic lead people were hoping for, I intended to suggest in-story that if either him or Link were in different circumstances, there could be something there. 

I actually really like the idea of Warriors’s love interest being an agent of an enemy state who is mean to him in the exact way he thinks is hot. Instead of inventing Hylian soldier or Sheikah warrior OC’s to be Warriors’s love interest, can there be more of this? It doesn’t even need to be Icarius. I just think falling-in-love with-the-enemy-but-the-enemy-is-a-shithead-about-it is an extremely funny dynamic.

There is also nothing funnier than Icarius thinking he’s met a nice, normal guy only to realize mid-act that he Messed Up

Also I hope this contexts helps fill-in the blanks for some of Icarius’s actions in the present day, which is no doubt a lot of “oh crap, it’s that guy I screwed that one time” and “how dare you forget about the one time we screwed!”

Post-Icarius Timeskip

I really needed to spend a few days at least on that last bit about Link’s realization. It’s so pivotal for his character, and I really just shoved it in at the end there. I’m going to have to add a lot of flowery prose to the beginning of next chapter to make up for it. 

That being said, it’s important to me that there really isn’t a specific trigger for him realizing what he’s done. He just finally feels comfortable and safe enough for his brain to start processing everything he did. 

It was very important to me that Link decided to stop dwelling in his past by putting a bowl into his cabinet, only for that bowl to break when he realizes what he’s done. Symbolism and stuff. 

[Present Day]

Ganondorf’s Arrival & Townhouse

I’m really happy that so many of you were excited for Ganondorf’s arrival last chapter. That scene was so cheesy that I was worried it would dampen the excitement of actually getting to see him. 

Originally, Ganondorf and Lincoln were going to have their argument in a bedroom, but I moved it to the foyer for convenience sake. But in my mind, I never moved Lincoln’s starting place from hiding in Ganondorf’s room, hence why he started the scene at the top of the stairs and not a more logical spot (in the hallway).

The reason it was going to be in the bedroom was because I thought Lincoln had snuck past Ganondorf’s guards and housestaff. But they all know about Lincoln, so it made more sense for Lincoln to subtly enter through the back entrance. It’s a whole thing. 

I think my favorite part of the Chain already being at Ganondorf’s house is that there’s an implied subplot that happened off-screen where they plus Lincoln had to go hunting for where they thought Ganondorf was staying. 

When Spirit pretends to not know who Ganondorf is, there was going to be a joke where the boys are trying to explain everything and he’s like “oh, so we’re all being racist here.” I ended up cutting it because, well, they were being racist.

Speaking of which, the whole thing with the maid calling Warriors “my lady” is that Warriors was going to try to gently correct her (because he thinks she’s stupid), only to find out that she was just being passive aggressive

Some may remember that one of the hardest cuts I made to CTB was a reporter OC. You can definitely tell that I am massively regretting that cut right now. Imagine how could it would have been for Warriors to pressure this antagonist journalist who’s been reporting all his fuck-ups into helping him fix everything. That sub plot would have been so good. 

I was going to have a few of the other heroes confront Warriors as to why he credited Zelda, reaching a similar conclusion that his narration provided. Ended up cutting it for space. 

A lot of the black blood stuff that I came up with for this chapter really doesn’t hit with LU, but at this point, I really don’t care. 

There’s something about how Spirit viewing monsters and humans the same resulting in him very easily killing people while also being the only one who would realize that black blooded monsters could have always been cured, had anyone thought about it before. I just enjoy the way this man thinks.

Also, Spirit really enjoying spicy food is such a stupid character quirk, and I am almost ashamed of how much effort I went to develop it. Originally, I wanted Wild to get so fed up with Spirit being unimpressed with his cooking that he would demand Spirit to cook one night, only to discover that he actually can’t cook and just overcompensates with a shit-ton of hot sauce. 

Ganondorf’s speech about how to win a war is partly the result of me spending months ruminating about how the Triforce could be used to end a war ethically, and partly an exploration of how Ganondorf thinks 

I wanted to do one last scene of everyone leaving, where Wind would confront Time about being an asshole to Ganondorf. I cut it for space, then convinced myself that I would have time to add it back in, only to then cut it for time. My apologies to the Wind fans who have gotten nothing as of late. 

Hospital & Family Dinner 

I said before that I wasn’t initially going to rescue Toto until the end, which means that I had no plan for how Toto would feel until now. I realized that Toto was just... done. He wanted no part in Warriors’s life any longer. Unlike Kat, who got a lovely send off, I think this will be the last we see of Toto: an unfinished, unresolved mess of emotions.

When I was first describing Lincoln’s casual fit, I remember thinking to myself that I was just describing a semi-retired aged rockstar. The image has not left my brain, and if I was willing to throw a few more anachronisms into the story, I would have 100% described Lincoln like that. 

Fun fact: Orlanda’s family was going to come back in the form of her sibling being a prominent member of the rebellion. I didn’t do it because it was getting ridiculous how many relevant people were related to each other. 

When I was first coming up with Linkle’s character, I had the idea that she had that shallow form of feminism where it’s a big win for women everywhere when, say, generic action heroine wears pants. So I had it in my mind that Linkle hates dresses on principle. So during the fever dream sequence, when Warriors dreamt that Linkle was fawning over a dress, it was to show that he didn’t really know her that well.

But I never really established this idea that well and no one knew this about Linkle, so into a dress she goes.

I told myself that I was going to scour the entire story to double check if I had ever described Lincoln laughing anywhere, but never got around to it. But the nice thing about unreliable narrators is that if I get something wrong, I can just blame Warriors (that is not really how unreliable narrators work)

I have a friend who “tee-hees” while she laughs, and it’s the cutest thing ever. I just think it would be fun if Lincoln also has an adorable little kitten laugh. 

I had to look up how they build roads on dunes for this chapter. 

I did write the full Lincoln and Ganondorf backstory in a post way back when, if anyone wants to review it. It would be nice to get to get all the small details into the main story, but it’s really not pertinent to any of the main action

I definitely talked about Niko before, but I can’t find the posts. To refresh: Niko is Spirit’s uncle, in that he’s a member of the Macaryll family but no one can remember who he’s actually related to. Spirit’s parents are dead, and he lived with a different uncle and aunt until his apprenticeship. Then he moved in with Niko since he lived near Alfonzo. 

Warriors hating chocolate is a character quirk that’s not necessary to the story, but I just think is too funny to not go out of my way to include

The idea of Linkle and Lincoln dancing came from a completely different scene idea. I played around with doing a similar set-up while the Chain is on the road to the Zora’s Domain. The scene would start with Sky showing Lana how to do a Skyloftian dance, which would lead to everyone else showing off their moves. When Warriors admits that he doesn’t think he could dance anymore, Spirit would teach him a New Hyrulean dance that required only one hand. 

That led to an idea of Warriors dancing with Linkle and Lincoln, then just Linkle and Lincoln dancing themselves.

The night was going to end with Warriors forgetting his scarf and, when he went back to get it, he would overhear Lincoln venting to Ganondorf about how the whole stepping up as the parent thing is going. This got cut because it’s more fascinating when you’re forced to infer that a character is thinking. 

The Walk Back & Out Dancing

This scene of Warriors and Spirit walking back together and opening up is my real pride and joy this chapter, which unfortunately got massively overshadowed by everything else. 

So I will now take time to gush.

Spirit’s photography... so I wanted to give this man a hobby because the man cannot just like trains. I know everyone headcanons it as his hyperfixation, but it’s also his job. He needs a richer life than just that one thing. Granted, I took the route of making him start as a trainspotter like the Spirit Tracks NPC Ferrus. 

I just feel like I am so correct about Spirit liking photography. I want this to be my cultural impact. I know I said that already about Icarius, but I mean this more. Go forth and give that man a camera. 

The official document Spirit was carrying around was his engineering license.  

Also, I was 100% ready for everyone to flood me with questions about Spirit’s ex-boyfriend. After the ickywars ordeal, I figured that there was a significant chance y’all wouldn’t be normal about him. I was prepared. And you know what? I’ve heard zilch. So, let me info dump about this man now.

Spirit’s ex-boyfriend is named Jean. He is on the cusp of 30 (compared to Spirit’s 23/24). He’s a mechanic, which is a few steps below Royal Engineer. He lost his leg in a work accident when a piece of machinery fell on him. They met through work. Spirit goes through phases of being a serial dater before swearing off dating for a few months, but Jean is the first person to make it past an awkward first date and hit relationship status. Spirit thought that because he was older, he would be more understanding. 

And Jean tried. He really did. But Spirit is massive defensive and always on the offensive, so every slight disagreement turned into an explosive argument. Jean decided that he could not deal with someone who could not have a rational conversation with him, so he dumped him after 6 months. This was fairly recent, about three months before Spirit returned to Warriors’s era. 

Spirit was going to name drop Jean in his speech later, but I couldn’t figure out a way to make it clear who Jean was without it sounding awkward. 

I really like Spirit and Warriors’s conversation about Icarius, if only because it shows where their communication fails. When Warriors insists that you have a duty to disobey bad orders, he is criticizing himself for falling into the military mindset. This sounds like a criticism to Spirit, who insists that people will do anything under orders because that is what he did. 

After Warriors has spent nearly every chapter since his amputation bemoaning his disability, I really wanted there to be a moment where he realizes that just because his ability level is different, he doesn’t have to give up doing everything he loves. That’s just an important lesson for him to learn, even if it is a little inspiration-porn-y.

The Hot Mess

You might realize that there is a massive elephant in the room I am not going to discuss here. That is because this post is going into the main tag. No one has complained to me yet, but let’s not tempt anyone right now. Just like the Neck Thing, I’ll make a separate post later for anyone who wants it. Just remind me in a few days.

With that being said--

Them sharing a cigarette was another scene that was originally conceived as taking place during the trip to the Zora’s Domain. Spirit’s anecdote about failing to make friends would have served as an early hint about his loneliness and inability to make friends. 

I also have never smoked a cigarette before, so I had to sit there on wikiHow reading up on  how to smoke one without coughing. 

The half in Spirit’s four and a half attempts at quitting is this time he decided to quit, only to relapse after three hours. It was too short to count as a full attempt.

Spirit’s speech hopefully reveals what exactly is Spirit’s problem, both how he sees it and how it really is. Unlike Warriors, he never found support and healing once the war ending. No one understood his experiences, and his coping mechanism of lashing out ward away anyone who could help him. Spirit just wants to feel better, but he doesn’t know how. 

Like... his whole thing about starting his own garage-- he’s a child prodigy who is used to be good at the things he does. He ended up tarnishing his own reputation, so he threw himself back into work because working on trains and fulfilling his dream is supposed to make him happy. He’s successful, but he’s not satisfied.

I was also expecting people to have a ton of questions about why Alfonzo disowned Spirit. In short, Spirit was already on a thin line with his lashing out and shitty attitude. Alfonzo was willing to let that slide until he realized Spirit was breaking work regulations to go on more runs without taking the legally required amount of time to rest inbetween. Spirit was a legal liability. He fired Spirit, but made it very clear that he was doing him a favor by not reporting him and getting his Royal Engineering license suspended. 

No one else in New Hyrule knows the real reason why Spirit was fired, so they all assumed it was his personality. So he has a bit of a reputation now for being hard to work with. 

Another thing that was not 100% conveyed in Spirit’s speech was that even if he didn’t hurt Zelda, he could not be with her because he does not want to be Prince Consort. His experiences in Warriors’s Hyrule thoroughly scared him off from politics, though he would have refused anyway since he would never give up being an engineer. 

 Fundamentally, Spirit is an extremely lonely person who has felt abandoned by everyone in his life. He knows that his life is the way it is now because of his experiences with Warriors. His guiding principle is trying to find some way to fix himself so that he can get the life he was supposed to have, one where he is happy and loved. 

I just... god, I love this character.

And then there’s Warriors, who feels like he not capable of change and that any opportunity he has to change has been denied to him. Fixing Spirit and Time’s relationship was supposed to be a part of his redemption. Making Spirit happy was supposed to mean he’s forgiven. He has no friends, not in the Chain or in Toto. No one needs him.

Warriors also just means so much to me. I adore this disaster of a human being. 

Warriors’s Plan Out

Does Warriors’s plan make sense? I am assuming it does since no one expressed confusion, but nearly every comment thus far has exclusively been about the Hot Mess (understandable). 

There was a reason I was peeved I had to cut every chance in earlier in the story to go back to Castle Town, and it’s because I’ve known that it was going to be an extremely important location. 

Warriors choosing to forgo a glorious revolution in favor of maintaining (if not manipulating) the status quo is not a great philosophy for our protagonist to be spouting in 2024. In my defense: a) I came up with this story in 2021, which was a different real world landscape, and b) Warriors would never become this ideal hero.

It feels more true for Warriors to not really become the idealized hero. His best is not that great. But if he can’t help being the worst, he could at least use his methods for good. 

I have mentioned before that I have low empathy. Lincoln’s speech about people naturally being better or worst at being good is a product of a lot of my musing about how I sometimes feel frustrated and resentful at how hard I find it to follow the social cues that would make me a “better person.” Wouldn’t I be a better person if I had an easier time recognize when someone is in trouble and needs my help. Instead, I have to depend on myself to remember the cues, and I am so prone to mistakes.

I want to be a kind person. I want to be the best person anyone has ever met, but it’s an uphill battle. I feel like I am always working against myself. But it’s still important that I make the choice every day to be kind to others. 

Besides, I have been told that I am more kind and helpful than other people, if only because I don’t rely on my feelings when deciding to reach out to others. So it has its perks. 

I’m not saying Warriors has low empathy. I have expressly written him as someone with empathy. But my philosophy that kindness and caring for others is an active choice just felt like it belongs here. 

There is story-canon low empathy character that I wanted to reveal in story to help Warriors beat the accusations and get people to not armchair diagnose him. I am still holding out hope I will have time and space to explore this in story, but if I don’t--

Four is written to have low empathy. It’s a consequence of the Four Sword splitting up his emotions, making it extremely difficult to tap into more than one emotion at a time, much less his empathy towards others. He can feel how this change in himself and has some thoughts on the whole thing. 

Is that the end of the chapter. Fuck yeah. I’ve been working on this since Monday, If you read all this... congrats! I hope it was worth it.

Also, I forgot to mention that this is the end of Act 5. My act system is a scam and not that important, but I figured I should let you all know.  

#your bonus fact is that i misspelled ganondorf's name about twenty different ways while writing this chapter #the swiftness and volume of demands for a commentary was very funny #y'all really wanted me to explain myself #bonus bonus fun fact is that it took all my will power to not formally name the chapter the Hot Mess #but like the neck thing we will just have this informal title for the scene in question lol #me rambling #lu ctb #ask #linked universe #anonymous #ctb spoilers #ctb commentary #ctb lore #fallenleafofmaple #meanlesbean #shoot-i-messed-up #savimatteo2810

[mybrokenveins3000]

Everyday Rockstar - College!Ross Macdonald

A/N: Hi babies, me again. College!Ross was only supposed to be a oneshot but my delusional ass going-to-uni-in-two-weeks self wants more. Like I always say, delusion is manifestation. Anyways, enjoy!

word count: 1.1k

♫ The City - The 1975

The annoying one on your course invited you to one of his band's gigs. You weren't expecting much, I mean, this was Matty we're talking about. You could see it now, him parading across the stage with a beer bottle in hand and his shirt unbuttoned. However, what you weren't expecting was who he'd been sharing the stage with.

You and your coursemates are running a bit late. Despite it being two months since you moved out here to the city, you're all still figuring it out - the right bus routes to take, how much alcohol is too much, what shoes not to wear on any given occasion.

The wet, November pavement reflects the air back colder than it is. As you open the doors, you accept the warmth in the pub like an old friend. Your entrance is punctuated by loud drums and droning vocals, not to mention THE 1975 printed in blocked letters on what seems to be a pinned up old bedsheet. Yup, definitely Matty's band.

Your preconceptions were correct. There Matty was scantily-clad with a bottle in hand. But not of beer - wine. How pretentious. So French New Wave of you, you thought.

But next to him was someone familiar.

"Ross?" you whisper to yourself. You stand in shock, squinting hard as if to take a picture. You are mesmerised by the simultaneous nonchalant power and peace he brings on stage.

It caught you off guard how incongruous the History student was to the setting and yet how perfectly he fit in a dark, sultry place like this. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a far cry from that hoodie you stole from him just a month prior.

You and your mates walk into a gap in the crowd, not so dissimilar to a clearing in the woods. The song ends to which you all clap and holler as if your life depended on it. As you scream with adoration, he spots you.

His eyes widen like a child opening presents on Christmas. He smiles a smile so genuine it puts all of Matty's theatrics to shame. He's doing that thing where he looks down at the floor smiling, plays with the chain around his neck for a second. He's something out of a movie scene.

"Isn't that the guy you're hooking up with?" a disembodied head notices and exclaims behind you. You open your mouth but a response doesn't form. It's a yes or no question and yet neither response fits.

Ever since you met at that goddamn party, poured your heart out to each other, and ended up doing your laundry together, you both knew it would never be just hooking up. Heck, you haven't even done anything of that nature (yet), you've just been kissing, hanging out. Yes or no doesn't fit these weird romantically and sexually charged interactions you both have been having over the past month. So you turn to her and just shrug, mouth an "I don't know" much to both your confusion.

"This is a song called The City," Matty slurs down the mic. The percussion kicks in, heavy and confident.

There's a second before the other instruments follow suit where you wave at Ross and he waves back. It's this secret moment that's just yours. Blink and you'll miss it.

"You wanna find love, well, you know where the city is," your coursemate exclaims, like a drunken beat poet.

The bass rings right through you, your whole body reverberating under his hands, with every string he plucks. He catches glances at you as you bob your head and sway, eyes closed to really feel it. When your eyes aren't closed, you think he's made to be looked at like a Greek God on high platforms and by crowds bigger than these. It's like this for the entire show.

---

After the show, the pub is electric.

Matty's weak fist hits the side of your arm as he cries, "Ross is waiting for you outside!"

"Fuck you! You're actually not half bad, you know!" you hit him back with all the force he lacks and rush out through to the back smoking area.

The wet, cold air greets you as you walk through the door. "Ooh, it's cold out here," you shiver. Ross is right by the door, having just taken a cigarette out of the box. He's surprised by your arrival but smiles that same warm smile. "Matty said you asked for me?" you questioned.

The slightest eyebrow raise and air of confusion about him and you're prompted to go back the way you came. Trust Matty to embarrass you like that.

"No, no. Stay." Ross' hand grabs onto your wrist. His warm touch lingers a moment longer, it could melt your ice skin. It's a moment soundtracked by the muffled pop coming from inside and the hum of cars far away. You oblige to his request. He lets go of your wrist. You lean on the wall of the pub.

"Matty didn't mention you were a part of the band," you say, watching the buildings and stars twinkle in the distance, "as a matter of fact, YOU never told me you were a rockstar."

"I'm no rockstar," he laughs, raising the cigarette to his lips. Just as he lifts up his lighter, he decides to hand it to you. You step closer, looking at the lighter and then back at him. Since your first meeting, it always got so tense between the two of you. You light the cigarette, shielding the flame, hands grazing his lips ever so slightly. The smoke dances into the night as he blows out.

You break the silence. "Bass as well, best instrument out of them all... you were really good."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks.

"You were amazing... why didn't you mention it before?"

He touches his lips in contemplation, his gaze fixed on you taking in your smokey eyes and dark lips. You were made to foreground cityscapes, he wants to say. But all he manages is an "I don't know."

"God, if only I'd known I was brushing shoulders with a rockstar this whole time."

"Rockstar", he whispers. You catch him blushing almost as bright as the tip of the cigarette. You take note of his affinity to that particular word. An unconventional name to use on him later.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love the city," you breathe out.

"The place or the song?"

"Both."

You wanna find love, well, you know where the city is. The lyrics, shared like a memory, waver in another moment of silence.

"Can I kiss you?" he finally says as he takes his cigarette from his mouth. His dark eyes are transfixed on your lips whilst he plays with his chain.

"Yes please."

And he kisses you. You fling your arms around his neck like you did that very first night. He wraps his jacket around you, as if to take all of you in.

He is the warmth when it's cold. He is the rare quiet to your fluorescent metropolis. The cigarette ash falls onto the pavement as it dwindles away in the background. The pop song inside fades to another. The cars keep passing through. It's another secret moment that is all yours.

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST, thank you to @hypersonic04 for help when I was brainstorming. You know I love you.

Right so I don't know Tumblr terminology, dunno what a blurb, oneshot etc. actually are. College!Ross was only supposed to be a oneshot (?), but because I'm continuing the story, it's technically not now, is it? Is it a series? I don't even know. I don't know what this is unravelling to be, in my head it's just a series of episodic vignettes in the same universe about the same person, not necessarily a series. If you have any input on the subject, by all means, tell me because I'm confusing myself.

Also, what do we think about college!Ross as a tag? I'm British so college means something different here, so when I write it I just have the image of a 16-year-old doing a vocational course in my head. The tag feels very American, but university!Ross or uni!Ross makes him sound like a unicorn or smth silly, student!Ross also sounds lame asf. ANYWAYS, I digress, I hope you liked this. And send me requests of what you wanna hear from me/just to chat &lt;3 <3

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[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XVIII): Lavender Haze.

Imagine you and Osferth hit the road.

Warnings: smut, fluff.

Warnings 2: based on this aesthetic here <<https://www.tumblr.com/ewanmitchelll/737975550586634240/moodboard-on-the-road-with-osferth>>

***

• Meet me at midnight

He stops by your house by midnight. In silent steps, with no warning, he rings the bell. You are about to slide in your bed, for you’ve had a long day but anxieties prevented you sleeping earlier and get a proper rest.

“Who…?”

Your inquiring dies in your throat when realizing, through the eye door, who stands the other side of it.

You sigh and unlock it, before saying:

“Really, Osferth? Honey, it’s Thursday and it’s midnight.”

Your boyfriend is dressing comfortable clothes, the same as usual. Despite the hour of the wolf, he looks restless as you let him in.

“What’s going on? Couldn’t you have called me?”

Osferth walks in, hands in his pocket. Then a glint of mischief is perceived in his eyes. What’s he planning now?

“I could not sleep. I wanted to see you.”

He smiles when detecting a blush painting your cheeks. Now that the lights are on and he’s at your place, Osferth takes a better look at you.

You dress cozy, warm pajamas—and it happens to be that pair he gifted you on Christmas, velvet teddy bear pink pajamas, very appropriated and cute for winter—and your hair is completely a mess. Not to mention the sleep-eye you have over your forehead.

“You look gorgeous, my darling”, he shortens the distance, peppering your face with kisses.

“Why thank you, honey. But now I am worried”, you put your hands around his neck. “What happened? You didn’t come all this way to tell me I’m beautiful.”

Osferth smiles at you and nothing warms his heart more than seeing how he affects you, when spotting the same spark of joy in your eyes, the smile that unconsciously rips open your lips… It’s been two years and what you two have remains special, untouched by time.

“As much as this would make me the last romantic of the world”, says he in a whisper, pleased to make you giggle, “I came here to steal you away. Let’s hit the road and do something different.”

Your eyes go wide and you part the embrace to step back.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yup. Let’s do it, hit the road with me, Y/N.”

You have many arguments at why you cannot simply get away with him, but none reaches your tongue. Instead you tilt your head and say:

“Fine. Let me pack my stuff, will you?”

***

• Starin' at the ceilin' with you. Oh, you don't ever say too much and you don't really read into my melancholia… I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah). You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah). All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah)

Silence hangs comfortably as he drives with you by his side, no destination intended. Whilst you sleep on the driver’s backseat, Osferth opens briefly the window on his left and lets his hand holding a cigarette out so the smoke doesn’t trouble you.

At times this son of Alfred, high skilled diplomat under King Charles III of England, is impulsive and somewhat reckless, but never entirely unpredictable.

However, now that he has finally some time to himself, he wants to spend it with you. Osferth has recently started working as a college professor after finishing his PhD. A path that his father, however, did not initially look with good eyes. Alfred preferred to have inserted his children at politics or at royalty, by somehow making them approach the royal ladies and lords. Only Edward, his youngest son, followed his path.

Æthelflæd has recently married Uhtred Ragnarsson and is residing at Bebbanburg, located in the north of country. As far as Osferth knows, she’s just recently found out she’s having their first baby.

Stepping away from these domestic affairs reminds him of what liberty is like. You and him share a common taste for pursuing it whenever social pressure is too much for you.

As he casts a look at you, Osferth is reminded the first time he met Finan’s sister and how he fell for you.

It was actually at Uhtred’s fancy feast, but you looked just as an outsider as he was, specially when both of you were introverts who happened to be selectively extroverts and that night was particularly not one for the latter.

You two shared a couple of beers and turned out talking a lot, on the floor and staring at the ceiling of a random room. Curiously, this didn’t end up in a session of make out—because by then you had a boyfriend, whom soon was dumped out.

As he casts a quick gaze at you, hearing you snore lightly, Osferth’s memory of you two connecting with time comes in the back of his mind, the shock in his best friend’a face when he caught you two kissing at Uhtred’s gardens—in another occasion, of course…

He inhales the smoke of the cigarette, exhaling next when remembering the first time you two started you relationship. You were the one to tell how you came to love him. You admitted it half drunk at his birthday party, and that night he held you close against his chest… only in the morning to make love to you.

“Fuck”, he smokes out, cursing under his breath as he is reminded of how you like to straddle his lap. Promptly he dismisses his memories otherwise things would get… uncomfortable.

Road is easy, wind blowing against his hand before he throws away the used cigarette making the scenario perfect to calm his inner storms. Too much pressure on his work, some quarrels with Edward in regard politics…

“I frankly don’t give a fuck to anything. I wasn’t born to live a fancy life…”

He sighs. Hours have been spent on the road and by the time sun begins to set it’s first rays in the promising warm sky, Osferth needs a rest. Finding a random hostel, he stops by and gently wakes you up.

“Mm”, you grumble.

Osferth finds sensible not to say you’ve been drooling.

“We must rest, love. Come”, says he in his usual tone, calm and peaceful.

You follow him, trusting him completely as he leads you inside. Your face is buried in his neck, as he helps you stand.

“Sweet Y/Nickname, you can’t simply sleep and walk at the same time.”

“I can”, you counter argue him. “It’s called sleepwalking my darling.”

Osferth chuckles.

“And here we go…”

Funny, though, as the moment you eventually drop in the bed of the room he arranges for you both, your eyes are instantly open.

“Where are we?”, you ask, too comfortable to stand, watching as he drops to your side.

“Winchester, I dare say. Do you want to visit some of the historical places tomorrow?”, he inquires, already about to fall asleep.

You nuzzle against his neck, cuddling against him as his open arms welcome you in between.

“Of course I do”, you beam. “Thank you, Osferth, for making my days better…”

You chuckle when he doesn’t respond you straight away. At the loud sound of his snores, Osferth has succumbed to sleep.

***

• I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me. Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me… I just wanna stay in that lavender haze.

As you two walk hand in hand between ancient pillars that stood through times amidst modern buildings in clear contrast between past and present, you come to realize how much you like to do your things with him.

When looking at Osferth, no words are enough to describe what he makes you feel. But damn, in secrecy you long to be his wife, to be his every day partner and even perhaps to mother his children.

Naturally your pride doesn’t let you express this views out loud… not when you once mocked Stiorra, your long time friend, for what you judged to be “1950’s shit” where marriage and children are concerned.

But there’s nothing wrong in changing one’s mind. You are proof of it, even if you are scared to admit it to yourself.

“I feel the weight of your stare”, Osferth mumbles as he lights another cigarette.

“I was merely admiring my boyfriend”, you flash him a smirk. “…and also wondering if we could stay one more night here?”

You love to make Osferth blush and look shyly down at his hands.

“Well, I was hoping we could set ourselves back to the road, but what is it you have in mind?”

“Some wine and random lecture”, you suggest.

“Wine is good. But what would you like to debate today?”

The fact he is diplomatic and listener makes you swoon. And Osferth can read it in you, because you disguise poorly how deep your affections for him are. Which is why he smiles to himself, locking hands with you as you two stroll around this old town.

“Socrates, perhaps? It’s a good day to philosophy.”

“I am open to philosophy”, he muses, “or we could debate early medieval England’s kingship.”

You laugh at his excitement about the passion he shares with you: history, wars, weapons, kings… all that has now been reallocated to what is now the past.

“We may see how this will do. You more than often stand for the House of Wessex and God knows why”, you tease him with a playful eye roll.

Osferth responds by holding you from behind, his chin rested on your shoulder, his hands lightly tickling your waists. The sound of your laughters echoes in the air, only stopped as you are turned onto him.

“Silly head”, you tease him.

Right there, at the sidewalk, there is no one but you and him. World seems to spin slowly, nothing else matters.

His hands around your neck, moving higher to cup your face… This is what liberty feels like. When he sees you as who you really are and stays because of it, not in spite of your vices and virtues.

He stays.

His eyes tell you this. He is not leaving. And you, drowning in these blue irises, leave every insecurity aside the moment your lips so willingly clash against his.

It’s a passionate kiss. Always is. Like a thermometer of the love one feels for the other, never disappoints in measuring high temperatures. It’s addictive, it’s perfectly synced.

But you must be always on guard if you are not inclined to be slaved by the passion his kiss and caressing prompt you to.

As you part, however, it begins to rain.

“Looks like we are anticipating our wine evening.”

You chuckle quietly, eyeing him fondly as your thumb strokes over his when locking fingers with him.

“It looks so.”

***

• Talk your talk and go viral. I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest. Get it off my desk (get it off my desk)

You both are soaked by the time you get to the hostel. As you quickly head towards the shower, Osferth, tossing away his shirt, makes his priority open a bottle of wine he’d purchased for you two. Since he’s not driving tonight, he’s allowing some fun to happen.

And this is what is in your mind too. Moved by a feverish instinct of what this wine might result, you opt to wear a nice black pajamas that, however, are very loose—perhaps more appropriate for summer but because there’s heater in your room, you know there will have no cold to make the choice of your clothing improperly.

Or maybe you do want to look improper. The idea makes you chuckle to yourself.

When door is open, like you presumed, heater is already warming the room. But what does warm your body is seeing your boyfriend partly nude on his waist, lighting the fireplace as he waits for you.

Your eyes scan his well build muscles, small scars collected through his restless childhood and impulsione teenager days that mark his skin, with stories you are already familiar with. His long neck, his hair cut, his well lined jawline, his…

“Why do I sense a pair of eyes over me?”

Osferth turns his head and when he sees you, the jest in his blue eyes are quickly replaced by a glint of mischief that already makes you weak on your knees.

“Goodness me”, he whistles, standing as he comes to meet you. “What do we have here?”

“Osferth…”, you blush, but you enjoy the way his gaze lingers at the silk cotton blouse that barely covers your chest and the shorts that quite leaves exposed your legs.

“Damn it”, your usually composed boyfriend groans quietly. “Making it difficult for me, eh?”

You blink your eyelashes innocently, pushing him aside gently.

“Get yourself a shower first, Osferth.”

He laughs, bitting down his bottom lip as he watches you heading to the kitchen. Osferth sighs in feigned pain. This is a promising night… certainly more than he’d planned.

***

It is not unusual, to your disconcert, that you are easily aroused every time Osferth opens his mouth to make his long discourses of the difference between the use of long swords and daggers in battle.

To worse is that he’s only dressing his boxes. Your legs are almost unconsciously rubbing to repress the aching that burns your womanhood. And you take a long sip of wins, struggling to keep it discreet.

However, Osferth knows your weak spots. And he can tell how your body reacts to his speech. It’s when it becomes unbearable to ignore it further that, placing himself right beside you, says he:

“I’ve always wondered whether my voice impacts you somehow.”

“Why would you do that?”, you ask, pretending to be busy sipping your wine.

Leaving aside his already emptied glass, Osferth leans to kiss your neck very gently, softly just as you like it. The moment his lips brush against your exposed neck is when you slightly arch your back… and he has a peek of your pink nipples.

“Is that a yes, dear Y/Nickname?”, the more his tongue moves to your neck, the more shivers run over you.

And he takes his time, resting his hands around your waist. You tilt your head to the side, trying to hold back the growing lust in you. But Osferth is not letting it happen.

His expertise tongue is going to your shoulder, as his hand starts to play with the shoulder trap of your black blouse, not satisfied until your head falls back and you are barely breathing in anticipation.

“I missed this”, he whispers in your ear as his hands cup your exposed breasts, there spending a long while as you give in easily.

“Oh Osferth!”, you sing out his name as your boyfriend drinks of the view, already experimenting an unbearably ache in his pants.

“Yes?”, he bites your earlobe, never tiring of seeing your nipples going hard under his touch, already wishing to feel each under his drooling tongue.

“It feels so good”, Osferth smiles at it, pleased to provide you these sensations.

It only gets better the moment he helps removing your shorts and his hands find way to where you like them to be: in between your legs.

*

Yet, you know him good. Underneath his good boy demeanor, there lies a bad one that he saves only for his girl. And it comes out when he’s over you, thrusting you the way you like, slow, deep and intense.

“Oh Gaaawd!”, you cry out as he locks your hands above your neck, whimpering right under his sensual moves.

Osferth smirks down on you, eyeing you with a mix of devotion and lust. Nothing looks, nor feels, better than watching you come undone… despairly so. And when you lift your legs, he slaps your bum respectfully.

“That’s my woman”, he speaks in between greeted teeth.

His pace now increases and it needs no more than a few minutes before your screams are muffled by his lips as you reach your climax. As it doesn’t before he follows you, this time forgetting to come out of your legs, not deep inside of you.

But you know what? You love it. You smile to yourself as you feel that warm liquid going right into your uterus.

Fuck the consequences. Perhaps this is what you’ve always wanted.

***

• That lavender haze, I just wanna stay in that lavender haze…

Osferth knows a perfect place to take you. Aware of your fondness for lavender fields, it’s where he drives you.

Once more, you are asleep as you two hit the road. Like usually, Osferth drives fast, (almost) never surpassing the speed limit. It amuses him, though, how easily you sleep in a car. The sight brings him peace and contentment, because there are moments you talk in your sleep and it’s often sweet words.

“I love you, Osferth. Very much so.”

It’s like the day before when you get yourselves drunk. You are more open, sentimentally speaking, when alcohol holds the reins of your tongue than otherwise sober.

“I love you too, Y/Nickname”, he mumbles, taking your hand with his right one and gently holding it.

A sigh in contentment fills the car. Today there is no radio as Osferth opts to hear the sounds of nature, as it’s raining. A sound that gladdens his introspective soul.

After a few hours, he manages to get to the destination he’s planned. Gently, he wakes you up.

“Honey”, Osferth whispers in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek. “Please wake up. I want to show you something.”

“Mm”, you purr, smiling quietly as he places tons of kisses at your forehead, cheek and nose. “Do I, really?”

“Ay”, and as you detect excitement in his voice you open your eyes. “I think you’ll like it.”

You lean to peck his lips.

“How perfect you are”, you say, smitten.

Osferth blushes, a beautiful sight to behold.

“Never perfect, my darling. I fear you have bewitched eyes.”

You giggle. He makes you sigh like a little girl after all those years, having knocked down your Irish pride with just his way of being.

“Indeed. I believe you have bewitched my body and soul.”

“I think I may have heard something like that somewhere”, he smiles at you.

But Osferth doesn’t want to waste any more of your time as he’s anxious to see how you’ll react. And when you eventually comply to his wishes and see where you have been taken to, you are speechless.

And with teary eyes.

“…my love?”, he asks, reluctant.

Right under your gaze lies a field of lavenders, a mix of green and purple with grey clouds painting the horizon. Removing your shoes off your feet, you want to feel the grass against your skin, experimenting a type of liberty rarely felt.

You’ve always wanted to connect with nature like this, and you’ve never thought…

“Oh, Osferth!”, you turn at him and throw your hands around his neck.

“A-Are you ok? I am worried whether…”

“Shush, you fool. Can’t you see how I loved this? You are the best!”

His face goes bright pink. And he hasn’t even started it yet.

“Come here, I want you to see something…”

Without hesitation, Osferth leads the way and suddenly you two are walking inside this lavender field as if you are entering another world. You cast him a puzzling look, but await until you are at the center of it, close to a lake.

There is no time to admire this idilic scenario because suddenly Osferth goes to one knee and pulls from his pocket a velvet blue small box.

“My sweet temperance, lover and best of friends, good woman of gentle heart and sharp wit”, he begins and you cannot help a sob, specially when seeing him going emotional too. “This has been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it? Literally so. But it had the sole purpose of not only bringing you close to the wilderness as it was an old dream of yours because it reminds you of the Irish countrysides and we haven’t had the opportunity to go there yet.”

“Osferth!”, is all you can say in the midst of soft sobs his sweet words put you through.

“I am no poet so allow me to be straight at once”, he clears his throat, but to no avail, for he too weeps. “You are the love of my life, Y/N. I want to take you as my wife and love you, carnally and spiritually, for the rest of my days. Will…”

“Yes!”, you throw yourself over him, knocking him down at the grass. “A thousand times yes!”

And here he is chuckling, but not kissing you until he gets to slide the ring in your finger first. Only then, amidst this lavender field, Osferth takes his soon to be wife’s face and, holding it dearly with his hands, there he kisses it, passionately too.

A perfect ending for a new beginning…

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[butlerettes]

I was not able to write part 2. Oh well. This has fluff and more fluff. We are talking tooth rotting. I also want to thank you all for taking the time to read this story. I can't thank you enough. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a romantic New Year. Part two will be after the new year.

New York part one

Chapter 7

Austin:

Hey Beautiful

You:

Hey Handsome

Austin: 

Bad news 😭 I won't be able to come home this weekend

You:

I saw you are going to be on SNL

Austin:

Yeah sorry 

You: 

Don't be.  Are you nervous?

Austin: 

A little, gotta run.  Facetime later?

You:

Yup

You were a little disappointed, but you knew he was super busy.  You felt bad for him.  Back to work you went.  Your boss had come into your office to compliment you on the job and your team.  You will have another meeting later that day.   For now, though, lunch.

You are not a vegetarian because you eat turkey and chicken but don't eat red meat.  You learned Austin only ate turkey but would eat chicken sometimes, which was fine by you.  Today you felt like sushi. So you head over to Sugarfish.  One of the best sushi places.  You order the Bay Scallops and water.  You liked water and drank it a lot.  Waiting for your order, you pull out your phone.  You notice there is an email from Austin.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject:  Please!

Y/N,

I need you to fly to NY.  I want you with me.  PLEASE!!!

I got you tickets, here is how you pick them up at LAX.

I love you,

Austin

You can’t just leave.  You have work to do.  You have a few meetings and then…. What?

You don’t have to be here for any of those.  You are the head of the team.  They all know who your boyfriend is and would tell you to leave.  So at the afternoon meeting, you did just that.

Flying was not always easy for you.  You could not sit in a window seat.  Austin, being Butler, got you a window seat.  He probably wouldn’t have known.  Did you even talk about that? It didn’t matter.  You were going to see Austin in New York City.  You have only been there one time.  That was during a school trip.  You would be with someone you loved this time.  You wondered what you would do.  Well, you knew one thing. That’s just a given. He never had sex with you. He always made love to you.  Maybe having sex would come later.  

You got your tickets.  You did have to bring your laptop.  You were going to work a little.  It’s in your blood.  That’s how you got to be one of the head publishers.  You had checked your bag, and you had only one carry-on.  You were waiting for your flight announcement.  Your phone buzzes.

Austin:

I am so happy you are coming

You:

I am too.  I am a little nervous.

Austin:

Why?

You:

Because I am not a good flier

Austin:

Oh….

You:

Butler, it’s fine.  How else can I see you in under 7 hours?

Austin:

True, we will be flying back together

You:

We will?

Austin:

Yes, now hurry up and get here.

You:

I will fly as fast as I can.

Austin:

Love you, beautiful

You:

Love You too, handsome

Your flight was called to board.  You board, shaking a bit.  You could do this for Butler.  He did this for you.  You found your seat. It was a window seat.  You made yourself comfortable.  You had a book you could read.  You reach for it and settle in for the flight.  As you start reading, a young woman and her baby girl sit in the seat next to yours.  Babies on planes would have annoyed you, but this baby was quick.  “How old is she?” you ask the mother.

“Oh, she just turned six months,” she answers you.  “Oh, she is precious.” You say.  “Thank you. She looks like her dad.” replying.  You smile.  The baby reminds you of a conversation you had with Austin:

“If you were to have kids, how many would you have?” He asked. “Gosh, I haven’t given it a thought.  Maybe two or three, but I don’t know. What brought this on?” smirking,  you questioned.”  “I don’t know, I always thought that I would have at least two, but three would be ok.” “Butler?  Why are you asking?”  “I want to have kids, I am thirty-one now, and I am ready to be a dad, you know?”  “I get it. I want to be a mom. I am ready to be a mom.”

The plane landed, and you breathed a sigh of relief.  Although, you had to admit this flight wasn’t as bad as some.  You patiently waited for the mother and the cute little girl.  The mother thanked you for your kindness and wished you well on your vacation. Then, you got your carry-on and waited for the people to leave.  A lovely man let you go before him.  You were getting anxious.  You walked off the ramp expecting to see Austin, but instead, you got a guy named James.  "Hi, I'm James, Austin's assistant," He offered his hand.  "My dad's name was James. I guess you know my name?" You ask, shaking his hand.  "I will take you to the hotel, and Austin will meet you there later."  "Sounds good,"  you say.

After getting your bag, you and James get a taxi.  "I have never been in a New York taxi before,” you tell him with excitement in your voice.  He smiles and replies, “He told me you rarely take vacations and that you like the name James because of your dad.”  “He’s completely right.”

Your taxi pulls into the J.W. Marriott Essex.  James helps with your bag.  You walk into what looks like a 1920’s castle.  There is gold everywhere.  The elevators have detailed ornate on them.  Gold plates.  Chandeliers made of crystal.  The floor was white and creamed, checkered with gold flecks and marble lines around them.  This was all overwhelming, but James was there to help.  You take the elevator to the fortieth floor.  James opens the door for you, “If there is anything you need, I am just down the hall.”  With that, he leaves you alone in this big apartment called a suite.  The bedroom has a bed that is twice the size of yours, with a massive TV on the wall.  The dresser is the same length of the wall.  In the bathroom are an oversized tub and a standing shower that is made for two people. The living room, kitchen, and dining table are in the other room.  There is a fireplace with two white couches facing each other.  It felt unreal, but you were in awe.  

You were sitting on one of the couches with your laptop open. Reading a manuscript for another author you were interested in. Then the door to the hotel clicked open. “Where is she?’ Austin asks in a rich, husky voice.  Walking into the vast room, he smiles, “There she is.  The love of my life.”  Looking up from your work, “Hi.”  You stand up, and he comes over, grabs your face, and kisses you.  “I have missed this so much,” He says.  “Austin, it’s only been a few days,” responding to him. He pulls you away from him, “It’s Butler to you.  I know, but it has felt like a lifetime.”  You smirk, shaking your head, “Buuttler, I missed you too.”  “I need to have you in my arms and in my bed,” his eyes narrowed as he talked.   

You start to kiss again, and it gets hot and heavy.  He lifts you and carries you to the bedroom.  He continues to kiss you.  Throwing you on the bed makes you giggle, “I want you to move in with me,” he announces between kissing you and taking off his coat and shirt.  You widen your eyes, “Aren’t we moving a little too fast?”  “I don’t think we are. There is something about this that I need,” he explains, pointing to both of you.  He continues, “It’s almost a necessity, like I need food, water, shelter, air even.  I can’t be without.”  “ You’re right, Butler. I feel the same way, and I struggle to concentrate when you are gone.  It’s like my body is missing a limb. So, the answer is yes,” declaring you take off your shirt.

Lying in bed, your head is resting on his chest, and your leg is draped over his legs.  Austin’s arm is tucked under his head for support, while the other is wrapped around your shoulder, slowly caressing it.  This has become the routine.  You both lay there soaking in each other's presence.  In silence, you come down from your high.  Austin is the first to speak, “I got you a ticket for Saturday’s show.”  “Thank you.  I have only been to New York once, which was not good.”  “Why wasn’t it good?”  “I was in high school, and it was more about the history and blah blah blah.”  He chuckles so hard both of his perfect dimples come out.  “It was,” laughing back. “I just find you sexy and cute at the same time.” You roll your eyes, “Whatever, Butler.”

#@purejasmine #austin butler #austin butler angst #austin butler fluff #austin butler x you #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut

[sunlightandsuffering]

Nico invents a story about a female teacher asking Eren on a date to push Mikasa to make a move herself since he wants her to date his teacher so bad bc he thinks Eren is cool

OMG YES!!!

Something suspicious is going on, but Mikasa just can't quite put her finger on it. And besides, how diabolical can a five-year-old really be?

There's no way he'd lie right? She's not raising THAT much of a little monster, right?

And yet, her mommy senses are tingling as the little boy in front of her, sitting at the table innocently chomping on his grilled cheese.

"What did you just say Nico?" "Mr. Yeager has a date tonight!"

Mikasa chops the knife down onto her own grilled cheese just a little too hard, a perfect diagonal slice right across the middle. "And how do you know that?" Nico shrugs, "He told the whole class, asked if his outfit was nice enough." Mikasa tries her best to restrain herself from doing anything too rash, because Eren has a date. And it's the beginning of the Christmas season, or maybe a better term for it might be, cuffing season...

Yes, cuffing season, the time Mikasa laments every year. It's the only time she ever feels genuinely sad about not being in a relationship. Normally, she doesn't care, why would she, she doesn't need a man, or a woman for that matter, she has Nico, and a good family and that's more than enough. But during the holidays it feels like the only thing people care about is that she has a partner.

Her mom is always asking after any boyfriends, and all of the Christmas activities she tries to take Nico to are filled with perfect nuclear families, a mom, a dad, a kid.

And now, to here the only romantic prospect she's been interested in in years has a date, with another girl, it doesn't exactly have her jumping for joy.

But the way her son is so excitedly chewing his grilled cheese while he chats about the merits of Mr. Yeager's date has her hackles up high. She knows her kid and she knows him well, whichever sperm donor she used had resulted in demon spawn because the little rascal is always causing trouble. "So Mr. Yeager really has a date?" "Yup," Nico tells her merrily, dipping his grilled cheese into the tomato soup she'd made, "He says she's real pretty too, maybe they'll get married mama."

At this, Mikasa grits her teeth, she's not exactly thrilled about the prospect, but she still doesn't entirely believe Nico's charade. Especially not when just yesterday, she'd found him marrying his teddy bears in his room, and she'd very distinctly heard, "I Eren, take you Mikasa and Nico to be my family forever." She doesn't believe her kid in the least, he wants a dad and she knows it, and more importantly, he wants Eren as his dad. "So you're telling me that in front of the whole class Eren asked you guys to tell him what you thought about his date?" "Yes," Nico says, a little more meekly this time.

"Did he say where they were gonna go?" "Umm," Nico swallows down a bite of sandwich nervously, "A restaurant." "Which one?" "He didn't say." Lies!

Mikasa hums as she ladles out her own bowl of soup, "Well maybe I should call him up later, see how it went, you know how we're such good friends Nico." "No!" Nico gasps, and Mikasa smirks, she's got him. She raises an eyebrow at her child, "Why not? I just want to know if Eren had a good time, I have some great restaurants I know for second dates." Nico deflates, "He's not going on a date Mama."

Take that demon spawn!

Mikasa smirks, "I know baby, now finish your soup, I'm gonna call Eren anyway."

Nico looks worried at her response, gripping his spoon tightly and Mikasa puts her child out of his misery, "I think maybe he deserves a nice home-cooked meal tonight, and we have so much extra soup after all." Nico absolutely beams, "Yes! Can I help make his grilled cheese?" "Of course Nico." Eren might not have a date tonight, but either way, it's still cuffing seasons and she doesn't particularly relish the thought that he might find one any time soon.

Might as well make her moves now.

#teacher eren and milfkasa #lys's drabbles #i don't know whats going on with this AU anymore lol #it's all over the place!

[leelei1980]

Made for You

Part 10- Christmas Lights

Veronica:

I am finally fucking done with exams! These past couple of weeks have been so rough, I knew it would be, I was expecting it to be but holy shit was I glad it was over. Thank God Eddie was here, the man is my total rock. He helped me study, calmed me down when I was about to have a total meltdown, gave me pep talks every morning before classes and was just absolutely amazing. 

I was so excited for our first real Christmas together, in our own place. My Mom was coming next weekend and I wanted so badly to have the place decorated and festive but we just hadn't had the time between school and lessons and homework and studying. Eddie was absolutely thriving here ,he had a job he loved , and he was in a band he loved . Wayne called him whenever he could and was planning on coming to our apartment soon. Eddie was so excited.  Wayne, though rough looking had a heart of gold and was such a great man. I was glad that he had dinner with my mom and Bill once a week. They had become good friends, and that made my heart happy.

I stomped the snow off my boots outside our door and walked inside and was surprised to see Eddie standing on a chair stringing Christmas lights all around the apartment. He turned to me big smile on his handsome face, dimples showing.

" Surprise!" He jumped off the chair and ran over and picked me up and swung me around.

I draped my arms around his neck and I kissed him " Looks like you have been a busy little elf."

" I have, do you like it?"

" I love it! Christmas is my favorite holiday. "I looked around the apartment, There were lights, homemade snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and mistletoe everywhere. There was even a Christmas tree stand in the corner of the room. I smiled and pointed up at the mistletoe. " Clearly you don't think I kiss you enough."

" I thought it was Romantic." He spun us around so that we were under a bundle, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Jesus, could that man kiss. When he pulled away he walked me backwards under another bundle and kissed me again .

" You know how much I love your kisses. This is wonderful, all of it."

" I know you wanted it decorated before your mom comes." He smirked."Think your mom will kiss me under the mistletoe?"

" Edward Munson!" I playfully pushed him  away. " You had better not put any moves on my mother."

He laughed." You're the only woman I want to kiss under the mistletoe. " he brought my hand up to his lips." Soooo I know that today was your last day of finals, and I know that you absolutely crushed them, so I was thinking maybe we can celebrate the start of your break with a night out?"

" Oooo, what did you have in mind Mr. Munson?"

He pulled me closer." I was thinking that maybe we go get a Christmas tree, grab some hot chocolate and walk around downtown and look at the Christmas window displays , then go to the park and look at the lights there, maybe we can pop into the venue we are playing at for New Years, check it out?"

" That sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea!" I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He squeezed my ass. " Thank you so much for putting up with me Eds. You have been so amazing."

" You don't have to thank me Darling."

" But I do, Eddie Munson. If you had not been here I would have been a total fucking mess."

" I will always be there for you Ronnie. Through everything."

" I know Baby, ditto." I kissed him one more time then smiled and let go." If we are going to end up at the bar, I am putting on something a little nicer than this sweatshirt and leggings." I ran into our room and threw on a royal blue v-neck sweater and some jeans. The second I walked out I saw the smile on Eddie's face.

" Wow. That sweater, looks really nice."

" It's pretty cozy."

" It looks pretty soft," he reached out and grabbed my boob," Yup it's soft alright."

I laughed. " You are such a dork."

" But I am your dork." He pulled me close then kissed me one more time. "Ready to go dollface?"

" I'm ready if you are!"  We separated and I put on my puffy coat and hat with a big Pom Pom on top. Eddie took his leather jacket off the hook by the door.

" Baby, you need something warmer than that."

" This is fine. I'll throw a flannel on under it." He grabbed a black and white flannel off the back of the kitchen chair then put on the jacket." There , perfect."

" I still think you should get a warmer coat."

" I would look like a total dickhead in a puffy jacket."

" Do I look like a dickhead in mine?"

" You look cute as a fucking button in yours, especially with that hat."

" Awww, thanks."

There was a knock on the door. We looked at each other , not expecting any company and Eddie answered it." Hey Harrington, how the hell are you? Come on in."

Steve stepped inside and closed the door, he pat Eddie on the back and gave me a hug.." Wow, looks like someone's in the Christmas spirit!"

" Eddie surprised me with this when I got home. He did a great job didn't he?"

" Yeah. I didn't know you had it in you. I picture you as more of a Grinch." He looked up at the snowflakes." Did you make those Munson?"

"Yeah."

" Nice, very  intricate. And Jesus Christ ! Did you hang enough mistletoe? Holy shit." He smirked .

" You better watch out Steve or you'll end up kissing Eddie again." I laughed." This time he could show you how he got the title of 'kissing wizard' "

" I'm all set thanks, now you I would totally kiss under the mistletoe-." Steve smiled.

" Remember what I said about the next time you try to kiss my girl? "

" Kick to the dick, how could I forget. I have a date later on so I'd appreciate it if all my equipment worked . Which is why I am here. Melissa and I were thinking of going out to dinner and wanted to know if you wanted to join us?"

" So things are going well?"I ask smiling again.

" Really well. She is amazing." I could tell by the smile  on his face that he was smitten.It made my heart so happy.

" See music nerds for the win , every time."

" Do you want to go to dinner Baby?" Eddie asked wrapping his arms around my waist.

I bit my lip." Thanks for the invite Steve, but we were just about to head out and get a Christmas tree. I'm pretty excited about it, it's our first together"

" Totally understandable."

" Can we meet up later? Eddie is taking me to the bar he is playing at on New Year's Eve. It's called the Den. You guys should come!"

Steve nodded," You wouldn't mind if we tagged along?"

" Not at all."

Steve smiled." What time?"

" Nineish?"

Eddie nodded." Yeah, wait till you see this place, way better than the Hideout. It huge."

" Can't wait! We will meet you there at 9! Have fun getting you tree!" Steve did a little wave then walked out and closed the door.

" I'm so fucking excited for our first Christmas , Sweetheart." Eddie smiled and pulled me closer. The smile on his face, the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, I couldn't handle the cuteness. I closed the gap ,my lips softly kissing his, to start , then I lightly bit his lip. I could feel his lips turn up into a smile. He crushed his mouth to mine, I parted his lips with my tongue and gave him every thing that I had. I wanted to show him just how much I loved kissing him, how much I appreciated him and his thoughtfulness. The kiss turned into a fucking frenzy, it was sloppy and messy ,but it was fucking hot.

" You're the only one I want to kiss forever Munson." I smiled up at him.

He smiled back, his lips pink and puffy from the kiss." I want you to keep kissing me like that forever Princess." He lightly kissed my forehead." Wow, I'm all fucking heated up now, you don't have to worry about me getting cold, just lay a fucking kiss like that on me and I'll be good to go!" He took my hand and we headed out to go get our tree.

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" That one looks a little patchy to me, " Eddie tilted his head to on side and stared at it again." Yeah, a little bare towards the bottom."

" Baby, we have looked at like 20 trees."

He put his arm around my waist." But Princess, it is our first tree, it has to be perfect!" We continued our walk around the lot." There it is! Look at that fucker there, that's it!" He let go of my waist and walked around the tree."Yup, it's perfect."

I smiled at how excited he was." It looks a little big. Do you think it will fit in the apartment?"

" Sure it will." He smiled.

He was so goddamn cute." Ok, it's settled. We'll take it."

" Sweet, I will go pay the guy." He ran to the booth to pay and a few minutes later came back to load it into the van. He grabbed the top of the tree and I grabbed the trunk. When we got to the van Eddie opened the back doors and looked inside, hands on hips. " I think we are going to need to just shove it in and tie the doors closed as best as we can. I think that will be easier then trying to tie to the roof."

" You got it boss."

We shoved it in and did our best with the back doors, laughing as we did it. When Eddie was happy with our work we drove, slowly back to the apartment. We unloaded it and I ran ahead to unlock the door. We carried it in and laid it on its side, put the stand on it then tried to stand it up. It was so tall and full , we had to cut the very  tippy top of the tree.

" It's a nice looking tree, you were right, it's a little big." Eddie put his arm around my shoulders.

" I don't think there is room for a star." I looked up at him, we both burst out laughing.

"We will think of something, babe." He kissed the top of my head." Ready for adventure number two? Checking out displays and lights?"

" Yup!" I took his hand, and we left the apartment again.  We slowly strolled down the sidewalk, checking out all the window displays, the little shop's really went all out. It was so nice, walking down the street, Eddie's arm around my shoulder, I snuggled in and wrapped my arm around his waist. When we got to the park that was downtown we wandered around. It was beautiful, every tree, every statue even the fountain was covered in lights. It looked amazing.

" It's so pretty."

I looked up at Eddie, the childlike wonderment on his face. I knew that Eddie missed out on a lot of things that I had taken for granted, I think that is why he wanted everything to be absolutely perfect . We could start our new traditions." We should do this every year. Get our tree then check out lights around town."

" We should. We should bring Wayne here when he comes, He would love it. Every Christmas Eve after  he took me in we rode around town and looked at Christmas lights to kill time. Once the clock hit 8 we would head home so I could 'get to bed so Santa wouldn't skip our house.' I would put out Oreo cookies and milk then go to bed. I swear, I would wake up at 3 in the morning then every hour on the fucking hour, poke my head in Wayne's room and ask if it was time to open presents." He chuckled. " One time I tried sneaking out to the living room and Wayne heard me and chased me back in my room. I would have to wait until 6am, make him a coffee first then I could open presents. To a kid like me waiting for coffee to brew was like waiting eternity."

I laughed." I can picture you sitting on the couch fidgeting away."

" Ready to bounce off the fucking walls with excitement. I would tear into those presents. It was mostly practical things like socks and clothes, but I would get a few toys. We didn't have a lot but we made the best of what we had. I made Wayne homemade gifts, I used to draw him pictures or give him the little Christmas gifts that we made in school. He loved them. We had a cheap little artificial tree that we would put up and decorate. Wayne did the lights and garland and I would make decorations and stick them on there." He smiled.

" That sounds nice." I smiled." That's why you are so good at paper snowflakes."

" I would make a shit ton of them then Wayne would make me sweep up all the millions of tiny  pieces of paper from cutting them out. " Eddie laughed.

I pulled him in for a hug."I can't wait to decorate our tree tomorrow. "

" I know!" He kissed my forehead with his cold lips.

" Are you cold baby?" I pulled away and unzipped my coat, pulled him in for another hug and wrapped my coat around him.

" I was fine but I will take any excuse I can to get closer to you. We can share our body heat." He leaned down and kissed me. " How is it that your little body is like a goddamn furnace but your feet are like fucking ice cubes?"

I laughed" I think it's a girl thing. They warm up so fast when I stick them under your legs."

" Yeah." He smirked.

" Want to go to the diner and get some grub before we meet Steve and Melissa at the bar?"

" That sounds great. Fries and shakes?"

" Yup!"

"Perfect, let's go." We went to the local diner, we didn't go out to dinner very often but when we did it was at the diner. It was cheap and the food was awesome. We got our usual-, burgers, fries and shakes , then wandered hand in hand to The Den. There was already a line of people waiting to get inside.

" Wow!" I smiled up at Eddie. " You guys are going to have a giant crowd."

" It's going to be fucking EPIC." He took my hand and dragged me to the end of the line. " Sweetheart, your hands are freezing."

" I'm fine Eds. I can cuddle up to you if I get cold. I have gloves in my pocket if I need them, I just prefer holding your hand."

He leaned down close to my ear." I know a way to warm up your hands real quick."

I smirked and looked up at him." Oh yeah?"

" Yeah. Put your hands in my pants."

I burst out laughing." Your so fucking smooth Munson."

He winked at me and smiled." Sooth as fucking silk baby."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and slid my hands into his back pockets." Challenge accepted."

" Your cheating, I meant like in my pants."

" Eddie! Veronica!" We heard Steve's voice before we actually saw him, frantically waving from the front of the crowd.

Eddie waved back." See you inside!" He smirked." Look at Steve's fucking puffy coat. Makes him look like a douche right?"

I turned and looked then laughed. " A warm douche."

" You will never catch me wearing a coat like that. I am plenty warm enough."

I took my hands out of his back pockets and slid them under his jacket and shirt, onto his back.

" Jesus! I was warm." He shivered.

" They should be warm ,they were on your hot little ass." I smiled up at him. The line started to move so I let go of him and we moved forward. We saw Steve and Melissa head inside. We waited about ten minutes then it was finally our turn, we flashed our ids , I got a big X marked on the top of my hand then we went inside.

This place was huge, 10x the size of the Hideout.There was a giant dance floor and booths lining the wall. Some tables along the edge of the dance floor. The stage was massive.

" Damn Baby, this place is legit!" I looked up at Eddie and he had the biggest smile on his face.

" This is like a real fucking gig Princess."

" I know!!" I excitedly clapped my hands together. " I'm going to have to get a cute dress to wear for New Years Eve, now that I know how fancy this place is."

Eddie stood behind me and slid his arms around my waist." It better not be too cute, I won't be able to protect you if I am on stage."

" Steve and Robin will be here, and I did fine protecting myself last time!"

" That you did Dollface."

"Hey guys!" Steve made his way over to us, Melissa sticking close and holding his hand. " So this place is the real deal, Munson."

" I know, fucking awesome right?"

" Yeah. Now I can't wait to come watch you play, especially now that you are playing songs we can actually dance to."

" Gotta play what the crowd wants to hear. It's not horrible though, lots of rock."

I gave Melissa a big hug. " Hey girlie! How was dinner?"

" It was wonderful. Steve to me to that cute little Italian place on Main Street . It was very romantic."

" Awww! Has he made you dinner yet? He is a very good cook. "

" He has! He made me Alfredo. It was so good."

Eddie smirked and draped his arm around my shoulder." Well not to toot my own horn but I made a box of Mac and cheese the other day.I threw in a couple slices of American cheese, fuckin primo."

" Your so goddamn cute." I booped him on the nose and kissed him. " We are both working on our cooking skills."

Eddie pointed at me. " Her Veggie Lasagna, amazing."

Steve looked at Eddie wide eyed." You ate vegetables?"

" I know right? She's real good at hiding them in different casseroles. Half the time I don't even know they are there."

Steve laughed ." I never thought I would hear Eddie Munson say the word casserole." We all laughed.

The DJ was cranking the tunes and Melissa hit the dance floor while the guys went to get beer. I was so excited for the opportunity to actually dance with Eddie again. He was always on stage while I was dancing.

As soon as they got through the line they headed over to us.

" This place is nuts!" Steve smiled." Can you imagine what New Year's is going to be like?"

" I can't fucking wait." Eddie smiled then chugged his beer. " You gonna shake your ass Sweetheart?"

" Are you going to shake your ass Eds?" I smirked as I pinched his butt.

" I don't dance baby."

" Would you slow dance?"

"Absolutely.

" Perfect! I'll be right back!" I ran off to the DJ booth before he could ask where I was going. I put in my requests than ran back. They had found a booth in the back and I snuggled in beside Eddie, he put his arm around me then kissed my forehead.

We told Steve and Melissa about our giant Christmas tree and how beautiful the lights in the park had been.

" We should check them out, maybe when we go skating tomorrow. You guys should come with us!" Melissa smiled.

" I would kill myself on skates!" I laughed.

" Don't worry, I wouldn't let you fall Princess."

I looked at Eddie surprised." You skate?"

" I'm no figure skater but I manage." He smirked .

" No shit?"  I smirked back at him then heard the familiar first notes to a song I had requested." Come on baby, time to dance! " I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the booth." You guys coming?"

Steve smiled " This song belongs to you guys. We will sit this one out."

I smiled softly at Steve then dragged Eddie out to the dance floor. His arms slid around my waist and he pulled me close. I melted into him.

" I never thought I could like a Madonna song until we danced to this at the prom." Eddie slowly rocked us back and forth to rhythm of 'Crazy for you.' I felt his hands slide from my waist to grab my ass.

I looked up at him." I'm crazy for you, touch me once and you'll know it's true."

He looked down at me and sang," I've never wanted anyone like this, it's all brand new. You'll feel it in my kiss, I'm crazy for you."

I sighed." I am absolutely, and completely crazy for you Eddie Munson."

" And I am totally and insanely in love with you Veronica Montgomery."

I reached up and wound my hand in his hair then pulled him down for a kiss , oblivious to anyone else on the dance floor and wrapped up in the moment and in Eddie's arms.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb

[kitchenisking]

It's the second Night! hope everyone is enjoy it as much as I! 🥰

On A Timer by Simplistically_content - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2637, sterek)

“Gonna prove that I have every reason to be smug,” Derek promised. “Now,” he went on, knees resting on the edge of the sofa cushions, hands resting on Stiles’ hips. “Remind me what happened first...”

Ghosts of Christmas Past. by devilscut  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 15261, sterek)

Christmas Eve and Derek's at the Stilinski house after receiving a text from Stiles to meet him there urgently. He finds the teenager asleep under the Christmas tree and on waking him up he discovers that Stiles has found a huge missing part of Derek's past and a loving reminder of the Hale Family. The resulting emotional upheaval leads to revelations between the Alpha and his teenage pack member which leads to kissing and touching..

Christmas morning the Sheriff finishes his shift but what he finds beneath the Christmas tree is the last thing he ever expected.

The boom boom boom of your heart by aprettysmalldose  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7258, sterek)

~*hisses*

i want a fic in which stiles has no feelings for derek like hasn’t even thought of it as a possibility, because he’s just, well, derek, he’s derek and tbch stiles doesn’t spend much time thinking about him at all since people are fucking dying, y’know, but then someone brings it up, like makes some passing remark that throws stiles and derek into a romantic/sexual light and then stiles cant sTOP thinking about, he goes to bed at night and dreams that derek is sleeping next to him and jerks off to the image of derek wanting him, and by week number three of this new found whatever you want to call it, stiles is a fucking mess and the next time he sees derek in person, derek shoots him a look during a group conversation and stiles meeps~characterdevelopmentwrites~

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE 

with porn 'cause that's how I roll howla

Gotta love the classics by aprettysmalldose - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3979, sterek)

“Or you could just blow me,” He says, casual as all fuck.

Yup. That's pretty much the fic.

Mouth by ViragoWrites - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3261, sterek)

The first time Derek and Stiles made love…things did not go exactly as planned.

A New Type of Air by nooodisaster - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1132, sterek)

"Rrrraaagggggrrr," Stiles growled into the wood. 

He hadn't moved from the spot where they'd finished, which this time, was right up against the wall of his bedroom. Drool was starting to dribble down his cheek and onto his Killers poster. That was something he'd like to avoid, but moving seemed completely impossible after what they'd just done. The part of his brain that processed things like movement and language was busy at the moment processing just how well Derek had fucked him. 

Stiles felt like his whole body had been torn open, banged around, and stitched hastily up. He could still feel the cum Derek had pounded inside of him, and how red his hole was by now from the abuse. So that was why he was immobile, mute, and drooling on his wall. There was really no other option.

Control by stilesune - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4853, sterek)

It started off as dirty talk. Stiles had three fingers in Derek's ass, stretching him nice and good, taking his own pleasure from the whimpers that Derek let out every time Stiles' long fingers slipped over his prostate. He wondered aloud what it'd be like to watch Derek fall apart just from that. He told Derek he'd get him a vibrating plug, make him wear it one day. But Stiles would be in control of the remote. Would turn it on whenever he felt like it. It could be when Derek was getting groceries, or at work in a meeting, Stiles didn't care. With the werewolf refractory period, he could turn it on every half hour if he wanted to until Derek's stomach cramped from coming so much.

That's about as far as that conversation got before Derek flipped Stiles on his back and rode himself to two orgasms before Stiles reached his first.

Accident by Nival_Vixen - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4627, sterek)

Derek accidentally sends a shirtless photo to Stiles instead of his computer.

Stiles doesn't mind at all.

When Things Go Right by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 12580, sterek)

Stiles is nervous for the mating run. What if his soulmate is disappointed? Scott’s convinced that Allison will catch him, but Stiles isn’t so sure of his best friend’s girl, and the results could be upsetting for everyone.

Sometimes When We Touch by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: Mature, Words: 14010, sterek)

Stiles Stilinski can handle a lot of things at once, including being an unemployed recent college graduate and finding himself with a very unexpectedly expecting werewolf boyfriend barely five months into their new relationship. 

It's a lot, honestly, but Stiles is going to figure it out. 

He can deal.

What he can't deal with, however, is the fact that Derek keeps flinching every time Stiles touches his stomach.

#stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #fanfic #fanfiction #kitcheniskingficrecs

[phanfictioncatalogue]

First Meetings (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

airport meetings (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is having a bad start to his morning, and you would think a stranger crashing into him, literally, would make things worse, but actually, it makes Dan's morning somewhat better when Dan sees how attractive the man is.

all i want for christmas (is you) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: He finds himself huffing out a small, high-pitched laugh that he couldn’t even dream of passing off as part of his natural register. “Hah… yeah. Mhm. Nice. Morn… ing. Yup. Sure is.”

Dan’s smile falls a tiny bit, a hint of confusion flickering behind his eyes. Unfortunately, that’s an expression Phil is all too familiar with receiving.

AU where Dan is Phil’s Christmas coworker crush, and awkward boys are awkward.

A million little suns (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan is just trying to get as far away from his home town as possible at Christmas when he gets stuck in a snow storm. He’s rescued by an enigmatic stranger who take him back to his cabin in the mountains. What Dan doesn’t know is that his rescuer is prolific, best-selling writer of erotica, Ricky Blitz. Will Dan end up with a porn-worthy situation all of his own? (hint: yes)

Porn with feels and some Christmas magic.

Beautiful Liar (ao3) - withawhimper

Summary: A devastating revelation from a cute stranger sitting in the bar where Dan is supposed to be meeting his boyfriend rocks Dan’s world- but it turns out that might not be such a bad thing

canon in d (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: dan goes out to a bar and a stranger buys him a drink. what happens next may surprise you! [not clickbait]

Colour me rosé (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary; nineteen-year-old Dan Howell is looking for a sugar daddy to help him achieve the dream of luxury and romantic affirmations. Phil Lester, newly 24 and very rich, is searching for a romantic and sexual relationship. When stumbling upon the other on the internet, similar interests and all, have they found their match?

Exit, Exile (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at the airport.

Fix the Connection - jestbee

Summary: Dan has had a crush on the IT guy in his office for ages, not that he’ll ever admit to it

Guilty Pleasure (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a BDSM club and decide to play. Dan is a rigger and a masochist. Phil is a sadist and a rope bunny. It’s perfect.

i jump for my phone every moment it lights up (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan left YouTube behind to become an actor, but years later when coronavirus hits and forces him into self-imposed quarantine he rediscovers an old passion of his - AmazingPhil. He hadn’t counted on becoming internet friends with him, or falling in love for that matter.

just another stupid holiday (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan hates Valentine's Day. He thinks it's a stupid holiday and wants nothing to do with it. When his co-worker Cat mentions some guy named Phil who happens to be single, who Dan eventually meets when he comes into his coffee shop, Dan thinks maybe this Valentine's Day might be different.

Just Making Sure - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan unpredictably meets his favorite radio personality, Phil, by being late for the train journey home. It is quite the encounter as they both had the worst possible day ever before meeting.

Like Father, Like Son (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Phil is a good teacher, he is. He just can’t control Samuel Howell. And turns out he can’t control Samuel Howell’s single dad, either. (Or, the one where Dan's a single dad and a bad influence, and Phil's the teacher who has to deal with the consequences)

Questionable - allthephils

Summary: Dan’s date went very badly and Phil’s didn’t go at all. Good thing they found eachother.

Record Store Day (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan’s claimed a copy of one of the RSD exclusives available at the small indie record shop that he owns, but someone else wants the same record.

slutty, slutty soulmates (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary:

Easy, not stupid. And maybe Dan does have some standards. Not like he’s thinking about settling for anything while he looks the guy up and down, so many of his boxes ticked it’s honestly a little overwhelming. or soulmates and where not to find them

Stranger Danger (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan thinks he’s the most awkward guy on the tube until he spots a guy that seems to be in an even worse condition than himself.

up for the new buzz (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan remembers getting his ears pierced and how he’d felt so adult at the time, like he’d done something revolutionary and rebellious. But it hadn’t been in a place like this, it had been tame in comparison to the type of world he’s just walked into with no idea if he’s out of his depth.

With enchantment on your side (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan finds photos, and then he finds the person in them

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #firstmeeting #firstmeeting masterlist

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #20 Xmas party

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

TL note:

Hojoki is “An Account of My Hut or The Ten Foot Square Hut’’ and sometimes referred to as “Visions of a torn world”, a short work by Kamo no Choumei. Lots to say about it, but just know it’s classic Japanese literature, containing philosophy and Buddhist teachings. This book, according to wikipedia, is part of the Japanese school curriculum. Now imagine if someone were to give you classic English literature you read in highschool like Animal Farm or The Great Gatsby as a fun christmas gift. You can imagine why someone wouldn’t want this. It was kept as Hojoki in my translation due the official English title being too long compared to how short the line delivery is.

In Japan, Christmas has more the connotation of a romantic holiday where couples spend time together. Knowing this will make sense as to why a character brings up something later on.

Sarukawa: Aaah~ Whatta meal~~

Terra: I’m so full~~

Amahiko: The food was delicious, Iori-san. Thank you very much

Rikai: Wasn’t it a struggle to make this much?

Iori: It took me 48 hours to prepare all of it.

Rikai, Terra, Sarukawa & Amahiko: 48 hours!?

Amahiko: A-are you alright?

Iori: Absolutely not. I fainted like five times.

Amahiko: That definitely isn’t okay. Please don’t make any more food while you keep fainting.

Fumiya: Rikai

Rikai: Yes?

Fumiya: Where’s Ohse?

Rikai: Aah.. He didn’t come, huh. Even though I called out to him.

Amahiko: I had gone to his room earlier but he wasn’t there

Fumiya: I see

Terra: Well, can’t say he’s a fan of getting together like this, right? Not much we can do

Fumiya: Yeah

Rikai: Now then! Let us start the main event, the present exchange!

Terra, Fumiya, Iori, Sarukawa & Amahiko: Oooh~~

Terra: Nice~

Amahiko: How exciting

Iori: I wonder what I’ll get

Sarukawa: Ain’t doing it

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Amahiko: Hah?

Terra: There he goes again

Iori: Saru-chan…

Sarukawa: I ain’t gonna exchange presents with a bunch of giddy guys like you

Rikai: No, you’re doing it too

Sarukawa: Ain’t gonna

Rikai: You are. I know.

Sarukawa: Not gonna.

Rikai: You say so but you will. I already know since I found out. You’re only wasting our time like this so just be straightforward and admit to it, Saru

Sarukawa: I keep saying that I won’t!

Terra: Fine, then Sarukawa-kun will absolutely not be participating in the exchange with us, okay?

Sarukawa: OBVIOUSLY I’m gonna do it! Why the hell are you guys only leaving ME out! I’m gonna go fetch the present so just you wait! Merry Christmas!!!!

Rikai: It’s such a pain to do this every single time!!!! Why won’t he just say he will to begin with!!!

Fumiya: Sure sure sure

Amahiko: Isn’t it quite sexy though

Iori: Saru-chan stormed off but, how about we start the present exchange already?

Fumiya: Let’s do it

Amahiko: Who will go first?

Fumiya: Terra will

Terra: Eh, me?

Iori: Terra-san what kind of present did you bring? Can’t wait to see!

Terra: Eh? I didn’t bring anything

Iori, Rikai & Amahiko: Hah?

Rikai: Huh, what do you mean? You didn’t bring? A present?

Terra: Yup

Rikai: Why!? I told you that today everyone will be exchanging presents, didn’t I?

Terra: Yup. But that I won’t give anything and will only be receiving stuff instead, no?

Rikai: Excuse me?

Terra: Eh, isn’t this how Christmas is supposed to be? A day where you normies shower your beloved Terra-kun with tributes one by one

Rikai: That’s in your head! What kind of manservants party is that!

Iori: Just what kind of day did you think Christmas was?

Terra: Eeeh~ I was wrong~~ Then there’s probably no reason for me to stay here

Iori & Rikai: EEEH!?

Rikai: How self-centered can one be…

Sarukawa: Oi! Got the present

Amahiko: Sarukawa-kun!

Rikai: Nice, Saru! Everyone, let us continue the exchange!

Terra: Right. The mood got a bit spoiled but let’s liven things back up

Rikai: That’s not for you to say

Sarukawa: This is what I got for y’all

(Sarukawa places a box)

Rikai: Huh?

Terra: Eh?

Amahiko: What might this be

Sarukawa: Knuckle dusters, an iron pipe, metal bat, stun gun, jackknife, pepper spray, tomahawk, chain-sickle

(PIIIIIIIIIII)

Rikai: OI What’s with all these dangerous articles that look like they were confiscated from a criminal group’s hideout!

Terra: Don’t tell me these are the presents?

Sarukawa: Yeah. My gift’s buncha weapons

Rikai, Terra, Iori: WEAPONS!?

Iori: Eh, I don’t want this

Terra: Don’t want it either-

Sarukawa: Small fry like you guys are gonna need this. It’s for self-defense

Iori: Don’t need it

Terra: Don’t need it either

Terra: Why would anyone want to get weapons for Christmas

Rikai: Besides where have you been even obtaining these articles

Sarukawa: Haah? You can find them walking around these parts

Rikai: Don’t just take them home!

Iori: Where and what are you always up to?

Sarukawa: The hell how dare you only complain, even after I went out of my way to get all this stuff, so goddamn rude

Amahiko: I’ll take them

Rikai, Terra & Iori: He’s taking them!

Terra: Alright onto the next

Rikai: Let’s proceed

Fumiya: Iori, you’re next

Iori: Yes siiiir~ My present to you is this-!

Sarukawa: Haah? A collar?

Terra: One to wear?

Iori: No, no. I’ll be the one wearing it. This is what everyone will be using. A remote.

Rikai: A remote?

Iori: You see, this is a remote collar.

Rikai, Terra & Sarukawa: A remote collar?

Iori: I will be using this new collar from today on, so I ask everyone to please carry this remote around and press onto the button when you want to call me over.

Iori: By doing so it will send out super powerful electric shocks to the collar, then the pain will make me jump up, and I’d be able to instantly rush over to where everyone is

Rikai, Terra & Sarukawa: THAT’S FUCKED UP!

Terra: I am NOT using this!

Rikai: Doesn’t this make it some kind of torture device!

Iori: My present is a torture device.

Sarukawa: Why would anyone want to get a torture device for Christmas

Amahiko: Now then, it is my time to shine everyone!

Rikai, Terra, Iori &  Sarukawa: Hm?

Amahiko: For this year’s Christmas, Tendou Amahiko’s gift is none other than this-!

(Amahiko takes off his clothes)

Amahiko: Me

(Silence)

Amahiko: Hm? What’s wrong, everyone. What are your opinions?

Terra: Put on your clothes.

Iori: Why did you undress

Sarukawa: The hell’s that thing wrapped around your body

Amahiko: A ribbon, because I am the christmas gift here.

Amahiko: Now, everyone. Try it

Amahiko: Please do as you wish.

Amahiko: Why don’t we start a Christmas party for adults?

Amahiko: Ah ha ha ha, Merry Christmas

(PPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII)

Rikai: CEASE AT ONCE!

Terra: Put on your clothes!

Sarukawa: Fucking moron!

(Sarukawa kicks Amahiko away)

Rikai: Haah… good grief. There hasn’t been a decent present at all so far

Fumiya: What did you get, Rikai?

Rikai: I, obviously, have picked a proper present to bring, which is this.

Fumiya: Hm? Books?

Terra: What book is it?

Rikai: It’s Hojoki

Terra, Iori, Sarukawa: Hah!?

Rikai: Reading this would serve as an incredible enlightening experience. Everything you must know has been penned down. Please do read.

Terra: Eeh..you’re not joking?

Sarukawa: Ain’t this mental?

Iori: There’s people that would pick Hojoki as a present for Christmas?

Rikai: Let us read. Even reckless zoo animals like you people will be able to properly get a grasp on common sense.

Sarukawa: Yer the one that needs it the most here

Terra: Geez get to the last one already! Fumiya-kun!

Iori: Fumiya-san! Please give us a decent present!

Fumiya: Mine’s predictable but, since it’s Christmas I pretty much got some cakes

Terra & Iori: Cake!

Rikai, Terra & Iori: Ooooh!

Iori: Amazing!

Rikai: It has been worthless junk one after the other until now, I’m grateful!

Sarukawa: What kinda cakes ya got

Iori: I wanna see it

Fumiya: Strawberry shortcake

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: Ooooh!

Fumiya: Chocolate cake

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: Ooooooh!

Fumiya: Mont Blanc

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: Oooooooooh!

Fumiya: Tiramisu, cheesecake, brownies, gateau chocolat, millefeuille, lemon meringue pie

Terra: Isn’t that a lot?

Fumiya: Eclair, egg tart, fruit tart, choux cream, milk crêpes, baumkuchen, bûche de noël, florentin, chiffon cake, charlotte, ameowrous couple’s heart throbbing loving embrace cake.

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: THAT’S A LOT!

Iori: Did you get THAT much now!? There’s no way I’d be able to eat all of it!

Fumiya: It’d be strange if you couldn’t

Rikai: For you, you’re the one that really loves sweets here.

Fumiya: Rikai

Rikai: Hm?

Fumiya: I really love sweets

Rikai: That’s what I just said? Why did you repeat it

Iori: Well whatever, it’s a concerning amount but I’m happy there’s cake. Let’s dig in

Terra: Same here

Sarukawa: Oi, where you keeping these cakes

Fumiya: Eh? There’s none left

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: Hah?

Fumiya: I couldn’t hold back so I ate all of it

Fumiya: My bad

Rikai, Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: EEEEEEEH!!!!!!!!!?

Iori: Eh, that’s it? Did everyone get their turn?

Terra: Weapons, a torture device, a naked pervert, Hojoki and cake that someone already ate all of it. Geez! Do this PROPERLY!

Rikai: That’s not for you to say

Amahiko: Oh my? What might that be

Iori: What’s wrong?

Terra: What a relief, he put on clothes

Amahiko: Take a look outside

Terra: Woah! What is that!

Iori: Eeeh! How!?

Sarukawa: Amazing!

Rikai: Let’s have a closer look!

Terra: Uwaah, amazing!

Rikai: How splendid!

Amahiko: It’s sexy

Sarukawa: It’s a Christmas tree!

Terra: How though? Who did this?

Amahiko: No idea

Rikai: Ah, Ohse-kun!

Ohse: !

Rikai: Please wait! Why are you fleeing!

Fumiya: Ohse, did you make this?

Ohse: Yes, I’m sorry for acting for my own convenience, I was informed about the present exchange so…

Terra: It’s amazing! You really can make anything!

Amahiko: It’s sexy, Ohse-san

Rikai: It became more like Christmas with this.

Iori: Grrrrr

(Everyone is praising Ohse)

Iori: Grrrrrrr

Fumiya: Ohse, what’s this?

Ohse: Ah, those are extra decorations for the tree. Everyone can put on decorations, if sits well with all of you

Rikai: Let’s do it!

Terra: You too Iori-kun. Join us already

Iori: Grrrrrrrr

Terra: Don’t grrrrr me now

Iori: I’m the one that’s supposed to service everyone~

Terra: C’mon

Iori: I get it. Geez~

Rikai: Wait, Ohse-kun. Why are you heading back, let’s do it together

Ohse: No, if someone as shitty as me participates then surely I’d trample over everyone’s enjoyment

Amahiko: There’s no such thing as that. Please, stay with us

Sarukawa: Get your ass here already

Ohse: Uuh….

Terra: Out with it if you got something to say

Amahiko: Ohse-san

Ohse: Hnng…

Rikai: Ohse-kun. A single word will do.

Fumiya: Ohse

Iori: Ohse-san

Ohse: Hnngh…. then…

Ohse: It looks like everyone is enjoying Christmas night but,

Ohse: Doesn’t anyone here have a lover

Terra: Eh..?

Iori: Eh?

Rikai: Eh?

Sarukawa: Eh?

Amahiko: Eh?

Fumiya: Eh?

(Silence)

Ohse: I’m sorry, I’ll kill myself.

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #ito fumiya #minato ohse #terra #sarukawa kei #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori

[dinuxia-bhm]

Hi, it's me again... Back from the dead...

Listen I know Christmas is over, and we're halfway into the first month of the New Year, but I still want to finish this Christmas fic. Better late than never I guess... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'm really sorry about the delay. I've been suffering from a serious writer's block. That's when I realized I suck at writing romance. I've done my best thoughts. Hope you'll like it And thank to @sharksinflowercrowns again for inspiring this fic and everything else...

Deck the Halls of Wittebane Manor...

CHAPTER FIVE…

"LUZ!" A purple haired girl came running towards Luz as soon as she entered the market with her brother, on the next day.

"Sweet potato!" Luz immediately held out her arms as her girlfriend practically launched herself into them. "Oh I'm so happy to see you!"

Hunter stood there nearby, watching the romantic reunion of the two girlfriends. Luz and her girlfriend, Amity, were always like this. It was a little too romantic for his liking. He rolled his eyes seeing them being so mushy but a hint of an affectionate smile remained on his face.

"Alright girls, this is where I take your leave." He cleared his throat, partly to remind them that he was still standing there. "You can go wherever you want and do whatever you like as long as you don't cause any trouble. I'm heading off to get some supplies for the renovation. Good bye." He waved slightly and started walking away in the opposite direction.

Amity sighed, rolling her eyes. "Good to see you too, Hunter." She said sarcastically, still holding onto her girlfriend.

"Don't mind him… You know how he is." Luz shrugged watching her brother disappear into the crowd. "Now come on, we have so much to do!" She dragged a giggling Amity into the Bonesborough marketplace.

Hunter continued to walk ahead with his hands in his pockets. He casually looked around to see if he could find anything for the house. The entire marketplace was quite overwhelming.

Today the market was even more crowded than the last time he was here. Shopkeepers trying to sell their special Christmas merchandise, people rushing to buy last minute Christmas presents, a choir singing in the corner of the street, together with the endless chattering of people gave him a bit of a headache. The sooner he finishes today's work the better. He didn't want to be here for too long.

Once again he happened to walk past the town Christmas tree. This time he didn't stop to get a peek of the top. Instead, he stopped to look around in hopes of finding an adorable little bespectacled figure carrying a small Christmas tree. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea why he felt kinda sad or even why he thought she would be here another day. But most of all, he was confused why he wanted to see her again.

Of course she offered her help to decorate the house. But the house wouldn't be ready for decorating for at least two more days. He kept telling himself that it was only because his sense of gratitude encouraged him to return her favor. Yes, even before she actually did him a favor. Yes, that was definitely it. Everyone does that. Right?

He shook his head to clear thoughts and proceeded on his quest for seasonal decorations. Admittedly, Hunter had never ever done this before, but how hard can it be? He was there when his mom and sisters decorated the house back in Gravesfield, and he also helped a bit. Now he just had to do the same thing but without guidance. That's not a big deal at all. He huffed in determination.

'Ok, let's see. What do we need for Christmas?' He questioned himself in his mind. As if the universe heard his thoughts, he came across a huge Christmas tree sale, before he finished his thought. "Yup. A Christmas tree."

He checked out the trees for a couple of moments before heading inside the store which seemed to have put up the sale. Sure enough, it was a flower shop. He heard the bells chiming as he opened the door and came to stand near the front desk.

"Just a minute!” An all too familiar voice came from the inside of the shop and for some reason, a stupid grin spread across Hunter's face as he recognized it.

"Seasonal greetings! Welcome to Parks' Gardens. How may I help y- Oh my gosh, Hunter!" It was Willow who came to the front desk from the back of the shop. She seemed so excited to see him. That just made him smile even more.

"I can't believe you're here. I mean, of course you're here. You're staying here for Christmas after all." She chuckled lightheartedly. "But you're here. In my shop. I certainly wasn't expecting… Hunter, are you ok?" Her happy and bubbly tone changed into a concerned one when she noticed that Hunter wasn't responding to anything. He seemed to have frozen on the spot. And it was certainly not because of the cold weather outside.

"Oh, uhhh- yeah! Yeah…" Hunter broke out of his trance when he recognized the concern in her voice. He saw that her head was tilted in confusion. That's when he remembered he had been wordlessly staring at her. "I wasn't expecting to see you either." He nervously added. Why on earth was he feeling nervous?

She giggled softly covering her mouth with her hand. Her laugh sounded like music to his ears. She was so freaking adorable. He was very proud of the fact that he had been the one to cause such a reaction in her. He wished nothing more in his life than to hear her laugh again.

"Ok…" She said between giggles. "So as I was saying… What brings you here?"

"Oh yeah…" Hunter remembered why he actually came there in the first place. "I was looking for Christmas decorations… you know, for my house. Yeah… for the house."

"Oh right… You saw the Christmas trees, of course." She shook her head as if she was expecting something else as an answer, but she had to be satisfied with this one. "So, did you pick one?"

"Wait. We're supposed to pick one?" Hunter was genuinely confused. To him, all the trees looked the same. Why would he have to pick one?

"Well yeah… Of course you pick a tree." Willow shrugged as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean you don't necessarily have to do that… If you don't have things like height or space to consider. But selecting a Christmas tree can also be like selecting a pet, you know." She walked ahead, opening the door, heading outside to the Christmas tree sale. "Well, at least to me." She shrugged standing in front of a huge tree.

Hunter did not understand a word she said. Partly because she wasn't quite making sense and partly because he was distracted looking at her inspect her Christmas trees.

She continued to explain as Hunter came closer to her. "A Christmas tree symbolizes life and immortality. When you put up a Christmas tree in your house, it brings joy and a sort of lively vibe to your house. It's a very important duty for the tree to make sure it brings that feel to wherever it's kept. So it's sort of like you're bestowing it the responsibility of bringing the Christmas spirit to your house. You should trust the tree for that."

"Are you saying that Christmas trees are like people? Like a soldier with a duty to fulfill?" Hunter looked up at a tree and a weirdly graphic image of a walking talking tree crossed his mind.

"No silly…” Willow giggled. "It's not exactly like that. But I do like to think that all plants are like people. I've always felt this weird connection with plants. Like, I would talk to them. I would take care of them and they're kinda like my friends." She said looking around and absentmindedly twirling in the middle of the field full of Christmas trees.

Hunter was flabbergasted at the sight in front of him. The falling snow, the green trees, the faint glow of Christmas lights and in the middle of all this, Willow. She looked so at peace within the trees. Truly in her element. Heat rose to his face and his ears and cheeks became red. Yet, he couldn't help but smile looking at the beauty in front of him.

"So…" Willow approached him again, making him realize what he was doing. "Have you picked a tree yet?" She asked eagerly.

"Oh yeah… Of course, I was picking trees. Normal Christmas shopping stuff." He smiled a bit before pointing at a random tree. "That one right there."

Willow looked over to where he was pointing and to his surprise, she giggled again. Goodness she had to stop doing that around him. At this pace he was pretty sure he's gonna die of cardiac arrest or something. "Are you sure? Because that's not a Christmas tree."

"What! Really?” He turned around a bit to look at the tree he chose. Sure enough, it was not a tree at all. He pointed at the cut out sign shaped like a tree which was kept outside the shop in order to advertise the sale. Hunter mentally facepalmed. He definitely looked so stupid right now. He didn't know why it was happening. But when he's with Willow, he can't really seem to pay attention to anything else but her and only her.

"Is this your first time getting a tree?" She asked, interrupting his train of thoughts.

"Yeah… I've never really done this before." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. It was not entirely untrue, but something told him that even if he had done Christmas shopping before, with Willow around he wouldn't have been able to choose a tree.

"Alright then, can I pick a tree for you?” She asked, looking up at him with a gentle smile.

Hunter nodded and she proceeded to look around to find the perfect tree for him. He watched her fondly, as if she was the most precious thing in the world, not understanding why he was feeling that way. After a couple of minutes she waved at Hunter to come over to where she was standing.

"So, what do you think?” She asked, pointing at a tree she picked out for him.

"I think it's perfect." He automatically replied, even before looking at it. "I mean, you're the expert. So if you think it's good, then it's perfect." He added thoughtfully.

"Ok then… Can you take it with you or should I deliver it to your place later today?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't drive here today. I just came for a walk with my sister who wanted to meet her girlfriend." He rolled his eyes at himself for not bringing his car today. "Sorry… if it trouble-"

"You apologize too much." She shook her head and she giggled again. She was in a roll. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled much around someone. "You don't have to worry. It's standard procedure. We deliver it to your doorstep." She said playfully in a generic advertising tone.

"Oh that's great. Thank you so much." He said pulling out his wallet and taking out his business card. Before handing it over to her he took out a pen from inside his jacket and scribbled something in the back of it. "So uhhh, here's my card. It has my number if you want to contact me." He gave her his card and she silently pocketed it. "It also has my address written in the back of it. And also my personal phone number, in case the one in the front was busy." He added sheepishly and as if on cue his phone started ringing. "That's the one ringing right now. Excuse me for a minute." He answered the call as she waited for him to finish it.

After a while he put his phone back in his pocket and turned to face her. "Sorry, that was my sister. She said she was going home after shopping and she wanted my help to carry bags." He rolled his eyes. "I wish I could stick around but I kinda have to go now." He said apologetically.

"That's alright. I'll make sure to have this tree delivered in no time." She reassured him walking back to the entrance of the shop with him. "By the way, are you still up for decorating the town?"

"Of course!" He answered immediately, regretting how loud his voice sounded. "Sorry, I mean, yes… Yes I am." He cleared his throat to seem nonchalant. "Just give me a call when you need me." He said walking to the streets into the market. "See you soon. Byeeeee" He waved as he disappeared into the crowded marketplace.

Willow smiled as she walked into her shop, closing the door behind her. She reached into her pocket and took out the card he gave her. Her smile disappeared as her jaw dropped in shock as she recognized the name on the card.

#huntlow #the owl house #willow park #hunter the golden guard #toh willow #toh hunter #winter toh #hunter toh #willow toh #wintery junk #christmas fluff

[theageofsims]

I feel like I lost a whole handful of screencaps for the No Skills, No Problem Scenario and I probably did as I started playing it about 5 months ago? I don't even remember. Anyway...

I really liked this scenario which didn't come as a surprise because it's along the lines of Rags to Riches and that's literally my most favorite challenge (so far) in all of my simming experience though I haven't done one since Sims 3 (actually that was my only one).

It was difficult until suddenly it wasn't, but in the very beginning I was like... this chick is gonna be outside FOREVER. At one point Carly was strung out on coffee so I literally had her inventory filled.

I clearly forgot she was lactose intolerant a bunch of times so I was surprised when she ate a canned custard thing and ended up throwing up (I feel like it's so hard to have your sims barf in Sims 4?...)

Anyway -- I didn't care if she got into a relationship or not, but I kind of started developing a story with Knox because I wanted Knox to be THAT DUDE -- but the MOFO WAS NOT THAT DAMN DUDE! Knox was like the biggest asshole I had ever seen in all of my life. He kept calling her to inform her that he found some chick cute, then another, and another, and another. By the first call and the first chick I was like FORGET YOU, KNOX... but to have him continue? Ugh. It was like a broken record every time I turned the game on he kept on calling. And Carly actually made romantic gestures towards him to test his reactions and he was repulsed by her every time. I just could not.

Then Mortimer happened. I lowkey was like Mortimer deserves to step out on Bella because I was throwing shade to Bella in my The Age of Sims story. Stories shouldn't mix... but that's what my brain instantly thought of.

But Mortimer was shady as hell because he kept quitting his job every time Carly met up wit him and then before you know it MC Command Center showed me that he had Cassandra and Alexander... and like two toddlers and an infant. I'm like... Carly can't be these babies step-mother. I don't know why I thought that, but I was like HELL... no.

Mortimer actually froze to death which was terrible. I had Carly take his remains back home... for Bella and his like army of children to deal with.

What else? Oh there were other dudes. Some of them even died from old age. They were just friends, but still. She got on really well with that Kim guy (from the Lewis family?)... yeah I had high hopes, but that didn't work out.

Clement showed up on one of her dumpster dives on Christmas Day, but I didn't think it'd amount to anything... until it did.

At one point I saw where he lived and I'm like... this dude has got money. If they marry, does the scenario end? Yup -- it does.

Carly ended up with 600,000 which is 200,000 more than you need to finish the scenario.

I was alright with that after all the hell I went through with Carly -- just from the dudes that kept treating her like garbage.

Who was I most disappointed in? KNOX. Because Knox was supposed to be THAT DUDE.

I don't know about Knox other than the fact he's from Eco Lifestyle, but I literally thought homeboy was a decent dude. He's an asshole and I officially do not like him... unless he comes correct in a future challenge/scenario.

#blurb

[lost-tardis-room]

tentative alignment chart of my doctor who ship opinions. it should be noted that a significant amount of these i mean compelling in a 'that's interesting' way not in a 'i ship this' way b/c i also think the doctor is ace and/or aro Most Of The Time it makes sense i swear. explained under the cut cos oh boy do i have thoughts

like ten and river was set up quite compellingly but obv we dont really see much more of that (i think its in some audios but i haven't heard those) and then idk eleven was weird abt it sometimes. and thirteen and yaz was only compelling for like...... the last three specials in which i was losing my mind over 'not such a bad date am i' etc but doesnt make a lot of sense cos there was like zero lead up to that lol.

doctordonna qpr is of course peak, tendonna as a ship is not, tenmartha is..... weird........ like i just cant see a way to keep everything canon that happened and make that not weird. elevenamy and amyrory are like..... ok. like sure amy was a little bit in love with the doctor but it was handled in a kinda boring way imo.

tensaxon is on one hand INCREDIBLY HOMOEROTIC but im sorry i just cant with last of the timelords like sorry but he just genocided earth. like i understand the tension but just eueuuegh. but then end of time part two rolls around and yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. twelvemissy is fantastic because she is trying so hard to cast off everything she's done and she Wants the doctor to love her even just a little bit in any way because she has nothing else left and they are the only people who could possibly understand each other. spydoc is interesting because its kinda an extension of the same - spymaster goes and burns down gallifrey after discovering their secrets because OF COURSE it centers on the doctor, just as everything always does, and he just wants her to understand everything and to realise that despite everything they belong together, the last of the timelords. but of course super messed up because of course.

twelveclara i dont think makes sense romantically but they're just so unhinged about each other especially on clara's part..... its like they're not romantically involved because they have to pretend to themselves that they think about each other a normal amount and in normal ways because otherwise they'd have to realise that whatever they've got going on is messed up.

tenrose has its moments. like it really does. the way he looks at her at the end of the christmas invasion. obviously bad wolf bay. but a lot of the time its like...... they really are just friends!!! but also its a codependant lesbian teenage situationship. except for when its platonic. ninerose has a few moments as well but not as much nine is too emotionally repressed. ninejackrose tenjackmartha has SO MUCH GOING ON i didnt even know where to put those on a dynamic scale because they dynamic has So Much Going On yknow but like........... theres something there......... it sure is happening.........

rose and tentoo is....... fine i guess. like roses ending was so tragic as it was but it was such a strong ending? and bringing her back for journeys end was really cool and i liked it but tentoo commits genocide and then tens like yup uhmmm so i'm dumping him here with you. without asking. but he's me and you're in love with me so its fine bye i'll go cry by myself. which was weird. idk. rose and mickey were only interesting as the counterpoint to roses obvious adoration for the doctor vs her normal teenager relationship with mickey.

river song and missy is crack ship lol but i do think it would have been so fabulous is we'd got some screen time of them together.

#anyways #i'll probably change my mind on most of these lol #doctor who #i wont tag everyone thats obnoxious #the doctor is greyaro and ace i will die on that hill but the Only actual romantic ship i like is thoschei cos its the most interesting #thirteenyaz just does something to me and i dont even know why it wouldnt have worked. it wouldnt have but ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh there were som #Moments™ #i spent wayyy to long making this btw #like. damn i dont even ship 95% of these i just think they're interesting hypotheticals

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

556 of 2023

Christmas is on my mind

Created by joybucket

What book would you like for Christmas?

I have something Christmas-themed to read on the way.

What clothing item would you like for Christmas?

I don't care for clothing items, I can afford my own.

What color tree do you have, and what color tree do you want?

I, have a small green tree and it's perfectly enough.

What's your favorite Christmas album of all time?

No, thanks.

Who is someone that you think should be more famous?

Can't think of anyone particular, just this French band HRFTR. They're not Christmas-themed, though :P

When was the last time you read the BIble?

20+ years ago, and never touched it since.

Do you own a Bible?

No, I don't.

Do you visit coffee shops often?

Ya, every time in the Netherlands lol. Cheers to those who understand the reference.

What was the last drink you had that was really good?

Vanilla-flavoured hot chocolate from Starbucks.

What was the last drink you had that wasn't very good?

Can't remember.

Do you try new drinks often?

Not that often, honestly.

When you go to a coffee shop, do you usually order the same thing or try something new?

Yea I wish I could say I order weed, but nope, I don't. :P

What's your favorite pizza topping?

Mushrooms, bell peppers and lots of cheese.

How many pairs of gloves do you wear in the winter?

One, it's enough.

Do you believe in angels?

Yeah, they came in the form of cats.

Have you ever seen an angel?

Yup, I even have two. Kittehs be angels.

Do you think you've ever felt the presence of an angel?

Yeah, every time my kitties are snuggling.

Do you feel content with your life?

Yeah, I do. Even despite the chronic illness.

What do your favorite pair of Christmas earrings look like?

Jut some green hoops and studs I wear all over my ears since each of them is pierced multiple times.

Do you own reindeer antlers?

I own what? It's abstract where I come from.

What's one random act of kindness that you want to do this year?

Anything, just anything that is a true act of kindness.

What's one Christmas DIY craft that you want to do this year?

Never thought about it.

Do you bake cookies this time of year?

No, I don't anymore.

..and if not, do you want to learn?

I don't have to learn. I already know how to bake cookies, I just don't fancy doing it.

Do you think you could do a good job decorating a gingerbread house?

Never tried, maybe it would be a good training for my disabled hand.

Are you going to leave milk and cookies out for Santa?

We don't do it in my country. It's abstract to me.

Does it feel like Christmas to you this year? Does it feel magical?

It doesn't as much as it used to feel when I was a child.

What gets you in the Christmas spirit?

Shopping for Christmas goodies.

Do you make Christmas lists still?

No, I never did.

Would you ever get married in the winter?

Too late, I got married in spring.

Do you know anyone who's gotten married in the winter?

Nah, all my friends got married at normal time of the year.

Are you wearing red or green right now?

Yea, my trousers got green in them.

Do you own red pants?

Not anymore, I think.

WOuld you rather wear gold or silver?

Silver. Definitely silver.

Do you like your city's Christmas decorations?

Yeah, my city is pretty creative about them.

Are you happy?

In general, I am.

What's your favorite Christmas movie?

I hate movies, but I would choose Love Actually, even though I hate romantic movies.

Have you finished Christmas shopping yet?

Hell I haven't even started.

Do you feel loved?

Yeah, I always do.

#survey

[harrysmimi]

Do You Also Remember?

Synopsis: Harry and YN have mutual friends and they decide to meet after years.

NOT PROOFREAD

More of my work

It was three years later that Harry and his friends were finally going to be able to see each other.

After graduation, everyone have either got married or moved to different countries. Harry have done neither of those. He stayed in London. He was going to get married but he found out his partner was cheating on him the day after he proposed which was a stinger. All his friends were finally back in London with their kids and partners for Christmas.

Three years doesn't sound like a long time, nor it felt like it has been very long but the change in everything and everyone made it feel and look like a very long time. Mainly because their Friend Group Chat was still alive like it was made yesterday. They all managed to keep it alive and still be in touch with eachother.

Harry have already met up with Niall and Louis, it was just Liam, amd Brielle left who were yet to get to London. Those were not all of his friends, there was another friend, YN.

She was youngest out of all of them but she was the one who introduced Brielle to Liam and from there everyone got into a big group. YN used to be very out going and bubbly. She knew her seniors and was friends with them actually that should say a lot about her. Plus she was very sweet and kind. But now she hardly ever talks in the group chat. It is weird to see her like that but she occasionally engages herself in conversations which no one caught on but Harry always did.

They dated for almost a year after all. But they broke up when he graduated and had to go live in Japan for half a year. None of them wanted to break up but situations were making it more and more miserable so both of them decided to call it quits on their romantic relationship. He haven't talked to her much since, or anyone from the group really.

But anyway, rest of the gang was in town and they crashed at Harry's his house was the closest to the airport and he lived alone in a huge ass house all by himself. What better way to celebrate Christmas?

Their little kids were having a great time tearing down his Christmas tree. Harry did not mind at all. He loved his tiny godchildren, he can sacrifice not one but many Christmas trees for them. Just two little lads, Bear and Freddie were enough to make a huge ruckus.

"Hey," it was Niall whining when one of the kids jumped up on him using him as their personal trampoline. Harry laughed as he helped his friends in kitchen.

"Did YN call?" Brielle enquired.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, ow—" Niall whined again but he continued talking, "she said she's got some last minute work to do so she wouldn't be able to make it tonight."

"What, she's got work during holiday?" Liam sounded surprised.

"Yeah, I think she works freelance." Maya shared, "I was talking to her the other day and she said she could like edit my pictures and stuff for me."

"Yup, and definitely makes more money than any of us." Louis laughed.

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"She's got a huge ass house, bigger than yours, she lives in with her two cats." Louis explained.

"How do you all know so much about her and I don't?" Niall gasped, "I though her and I were best friends."

"Like she ever talks to anyone of us as much as she does to you," Amelia rolled her eyes as she helped setting up the table.

"Harry why don't you call her and ask her to come over, we can wait for her." Maya suggested.

"I—you want me to call her?" He stuttered.

"Whoa Mr. Attitude, call her," Louis commented. "And didn't you two had a lovie-dovie thing back then?"

"I just— there is no point in arguing here," he sighed and grabbed his phone heading out to the living room. He called YN.

"Hello?" Her voice rang through his phone as soon as she answered his call. Honestly, Harry thought he have forgotten her voice but it was like he just talked to her yesterday.

"Hey," he started, "aren't you going to come to dinner today?"

"I, I, Uhhh— I've got some work so I really can't make it. I'm sorry but next time..." Her voice trailed off as she was done stuttering through jer guilt of turning down his dinner invite with other friends.

"Can't you like take a small break? I'm sure your boss will understand." He suggested.

"I work for myself," she chuckled, "that's why I've been putting off this, this uhhhh— project. You know how much I procrastinate."

Yeah, she never procrastinated of all he knew. All of her work in college was done two days before due date and she was one of those top students academically. She was straight up lying there and Harry caught it. He didn't wanted to push her though, if she doesn't want to come she doesn't have to.

"Oh it's okay then," he said, "but we'll be going to get breakfast tomorrow as well if you'd like to join. I'll send you the address, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agreed, "see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah," he repeated before he hang up. He texted her the place they all have decided for breakfast next day immediately.

......................................................................

Harry honestly was not expecting her to show up for breakfast. She was first one to reach there before Harry, everyone else were busy getting their kids ready so Harry left early.

"Hello, goodmorning." Harry greeted her.

"Mornin'!" She chirped. He noticed a stroller with the blinds on to shade whoever was sleeping in there from sun.

"Who do we got here?" He asked sitting right in front of her.

"Oh that's, that's Tara my daughter." YN shared. "She just fell asleep."

And that made his heart shatter into tiny little pieces.

"That's an adorable name," he still smiled, "can I get a peek if you don't mind?"

"Yeah!" YN nodded and removed the blinds from the stroller. She looks just like YN as she's fast asleep, now he remembers when YN had showed him her childhood pictures and it was the same person!

"She's very adorable." Harry looked back YN.

"Thanks!" She smiled an awkward smile.

"I didn't know you had boyfriend."

"Oh no, I don't. I got married and then divorced." She shared, "what about you? I know we haven't talked in a long while."

"Yeah, pretty much the same, didn't got to get married though nor do I have a kid yet." He said.

"Oh no I'm sorry, what happened?"

"She was cheating on me, thanks to Brie she caught her on time." Harry sighed.

"Oh," was YN's awkward reaction but Harry didn't find it awkward at all. That's the truth why be awkward about it.

"What does her name mean?" He asked.

"Star. It means star." YN smiled glancing over the stroller as she noticed slightest flinch from her baby, she moved the stroller back and forth for a moment.

"She looks just like you," he complimented earning a smile sheepish from her. "What happened with you and your ex-husband?"

Just as YN was about to go on with her story she was interrupted by the rest of them arriving. Luckily both the kids were very tame today, also luckily the place wasn't crowded and they got the table big enough for all of them. They all met YN and Tara, she was up by all the ruckus everyone was making, especially Louis and Niall. They all ordered together.

"She is so adorable YN, I wanna steal her!" Brielle gushed over the little baby in YN's lap with still sleepy eyes trying to comprehend where she exactly is.

"How old is she?" Maya asked.

"She'll be one on first of February." YN shared.

"Oh, Harry you found a birthday twin!" Niall announced.

"Yeah," Harry cooed looking at the little girl now staring back at him with doe eyes. Seeing Harry smile she shied away behind her hands making everyone coo.

"We should all go to London eye I haven't been there before and then go for shopping?" Brielle suggested.

"You've been to London eye before? Did you even lived here for three years?" Liam looked very surprised.

"I was architect student Liam, I hardly got time to sleep!" Brielle rolled her eyes.

When food was served, Tara did not wanted to get off of her Mummy's lap. She was not trying to be subtle at all, stealing the strawberries from Harry's plate of pancakes. Even stealing bits of waffles from her mum's plate.

YN didn't notice Tara was actually taking from Harry's plate until he moved the dish closer to her so it is easier for her to take whatever she wanted.

"Oh Tara no," YN stopped her, "I am sorry."

"No it's alright, she's nust taking the strawberries." Harry waved her apology off offering Tara a small of strawberry himself.

"Awh! Tara hou can eat all of my food," Brielle suggested still gushing over the chunky baby in her friend's lap.

Tara was too busy stealing berries from her new friend's plate to pay mind to anyone in the room. By the end of the meal she had made a big mess of her cardigan, hands and her mouth. She looked adorable though now that she is fully awake. YN had to change her up in the car so she told everyone to go ahead and not wait for her but Harry did. Well, he had to as Niall took his car.

"Nice car by the way," Harry leaned by the closed door of passenger seat, open back door acted like a barrier.

Now Harry got the gist of how rich she actually is, with a custom Range Rover with a custom wrap on it. It would cost him a fortune but he's happy for her. He's definitely sure she has turned her dream to be an editor into her full time job. Plus she's been working since she was in college. He's very proud of her.

"Thank you," YN smiled.

"So what happened?" He asked bringing up the conversation from earlier.

"It's awkward and dumb." She shrugged.

"No it's not, I dunno what happened but it wouldn't be dumb. Awkward? Maybe yes, but mot dumb." He assured her.

"After we broke up I went back home for a week. My dumbass forgot I had fading hickeys my mother noticed." She started explaining, "they got to that I'm obviously you know, yeah, so their first instinct was to get me married before they sent me back to complete my studies. He didn't wanted me to be pregnant and have Tara, accused me that she is not his child even before she was born. So I filed for divorce which my parents did not approve of either so I ditched everyone and everything and moved back here. Had her and now we live happily here."

"I'm sorry," Harry crooned sadly, "but did you not tell your parents about me?"

"I wanted to," she glanced him for a brief moment which enough for him to know what she was implying on. She was done changing up Tara and she was now all bundled up in another cardigan, and a puffer with a frog beanie. New pair of tiny sock-shoes on her tiny feet to keep them warm. She was strapped into her car seat.

"Get in. Or are you going to walk?" YN asked.

"Oh yeah," Harry rushed and got into the passenger seat. YN caught on sudden shift in his mood and overall vibe.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, just, just—" he sighed, "I'm sorry this all happened because of me." Harry felt guilty as he was definitely the cause of those hickeys on her as they were still sleeping together a week before they called it quits for real.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about. Do you remember we ended things on good terms? So it's all fine." She assured him.

"You had to go through so much, you didn't deserve that." He looked down at his lap fiddling with his fingers.

"I got the most wonderful daughter though, that's what I like to focus on now." She smiled looking over at him once she stopped at a red light.

"Why did you stopped talking to all of us out of nowhere?" He asked, "no wait, that was a dumb question."

"I really did not get the time to. My ex-husband and in-laws were absolute assholes plus I wanted to keep working." She still explained, "and I moved back to India immediately after I graduated so the time difference was crazy."

"Mhmm I see." He nodded.

The whole ride, Tara was babbling and cooing, Harry made up random conversations with her as if they're sharing secret tea which YM was obviously not a part of.

Entire day, Tara was being way to cute and interacting with everyone, especially with Harry. He's a charmer obviously, even little babies swoon over him. For the longest she was clung to him like a koala everywhere they went. The best part for her was that Harey wasn't tired of carrying her around, as if he have four kids at home.

She was of course spoiled by her uncles and aunties everyone got her little presents and toys. Even Harry did. It was going to a pain for YN as she's definitely going to litter the house with those toys. But allas everyone went back to Harry's, cooked together and had a massive feast.

YN was last to stay with Brielle to help Harry around. But Brielle ended up leaving as her long distance boyfriend was in town. YN was just leaving too.

Harry walked her out to her car waited for her until she was done strapping a sleeping Tara into her car seat. She was definitely going to sleep tight tonight with how much she got to enjoy and crawl around and play.

"Will see you on Christmas then?" He asked.

"Yeah," YN nodded, "I take a week off so yes."

Harry nodded as he was at lost of things to say until YN closed the back door, "YN?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you also remember that we broke things off saying if we get a chance we'd get back together?" He asked.

Now this has been on his mind ever since everyone made plans to get together for Christmas. He missed her all of a sudden.

When he broke his phone and had to go back to his old one until he got a new, he found all their pictures together. Some very private, some with friends and many of them just cuddling and random videos of them fooling around all alone, especially cycling around the neighborhood late at night like maniacs.

It was probably stupid, but he had hold onto the change of them getting back together for his life. He did tried to move on but what he do when she had his whole heart with her? He was actually grateful that he never got to marry the girl he was with after her. It felt really juvenile to not be able to move on when all he used to do before he met YN was sleep around with random people, never gave committing to someone a chance. But when he did, he did not wanted to back off. Not even for his life.

"Yes, I, I do." She nodded and he looked at her with hopeful patient eyes, "but Harry I don't know if we could. I, I've got a daughter now and she's my first priority right now."

"I never wanted to be your first priority love." He shook his head, "but it's okay. At least I can make peace with myself that I made an effort to ask you."

"You're making me feel bad now." She sighed, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"You don't have to. Remember we ended on good terms," he smiled, "but my offer still stands," at this point he's just messing with her in attempt to not make her cry.

"You're hilarious?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Am I?" He smirked, "at least you still find me funny."

"God you're annoying." She groaned sniffling on her tears. "But you know Harry on a serious note, I have a baby now."

"I know, and she's as adorable as you if not." He smiled leaning on his side on YN's car, he still stood half a feet taller than her and she literally always had to look up at him when talking. "I'm not asking us to pick up where we left. Just a little date maybe? We can go get coffee or something." He casually pushed YN's hair behind her shoulder like he was used to doing all the time as he spoke, she stared at him as she thought about what he said. And to Harry she looked even more gorgeous with red tones under the skin of her cheeks and nose due to cold weather, beige beanie with a white pompom on top of her head. He gave her glasses a slight push over the bridge of her nose as he waited patiently for her answer.

"You sure you're fine with this? I come with a child now." She shrugged giving sheepish look by the choice of her own words.

"I don't mind having her in my life, she's a part of you why would I mind having her." He said casually.

"Okay."

"Okay, as in I've got a date?" He asked getting excited.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Oh god," he sighed happily and next thing she new his lips were on hers, but he was quick to pull away, "I'm sorry—" but he was cut off with YN pulling him in for another kiss slotting their lips together for longer than a kiss should last. Harry pulled away chuckled softly as he rested his forehead on hers, "I'll pick you up tomorrow by five?"

"Mhmm." YN of course agreed and was rewarded with yet another kiss from him.

Harry's got a date with YN!

N O T E :

I died a little writing this 🥺 and I kinda wanna turn into a small blurb series if y'all want me to write anything based on similar context.

You can let me know in the comments or DM me anytime. ❤️

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