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avatar-anna · 5 months

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Just a Taste

i was feeling inspired and i missed the young dadrry universe. enjoy!

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

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"Harry Edward Styles, don't you touch that!"

Harry's hand paused on his way to a mixing bowl filled with royal icing, a guilty look on his face. He really thought he'd been quiet enough to sneak past her. "Come on, Mama. Just a little taste?"

Y/n pinned her husband with a stare until his hand backed away. He went over to where she was rolling out dough with a rolling pin, a mix of holiday themed cookie cutters scattered around her. Flour coated her hands and arms, and a little had found its way to her cheek. Harry quickly wiped it away as he came around, his arms circling around her waist as he kissed the spot her flour had been.

He continued to kiss her until a smile appeared on her face and she finally stopped what she was doing to rest her hands on top of his, which had been Harry's goal, of course. She'd been up before he was to bake cookies, and he was feeling thoroughly ignored.

"Don't think by distracting me you'll get what you want," Y/n said, her eyes fluttering closed as Harry continued to nuzzle her neck.

"Think I want something else now," he murmured. Harry reached beneath her sweater, splaying his fingers along her heated skin. He knew every inch of her by now, each and every place that was the most sensitive and would make her arch into him or sigh contentedly. He wanted to reacquaint himself upstairs while they had time. "Come on. Simone's down for her nap. We can sneak upstairs for a little while."

Y/n all but melted at the promise in his voice, but she held fast. "I have to get this done. I told my parents I would bring cookies to their party."

Ah, there it is, Harry thought.

This was the first time Y/n, Harry, and Simone would be spending Christmas with Y/n's family. For the last couple years they spent the holidays in London with his family, but her parents reached out for a chance to start over and make amends this year. Y/n hadn't wanted to accept, but Harry encouraged her to at least hear them out. It had been years since she'd seen them, and even though things had been rocky when she left home, he thought both her and her family deserved a chance to set things right.

Plus, who would be able to resist Simone? She was the most perfect kid on the planet. It would be impossible not to love her, let alone hold any resentment over her.

"Everything is going to be just fine, my love," Harry promised. "Why don't you tell me what's really going on?"

Harry felt her body slouch as she exhaled a long sigh. Y/n turned in the circle of his arms and came to rest against him. She didn't say anything for a while, just relaxed against him while she gathered her thoughts.

She smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and over the top of her head, he spotted the gingerbread cookies she made earlier cooling on racks on the stove. They were his favorites, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on a couple of the miniature gingerbread men she'd cut the cookies into. Y/n had a knack for baking that really only came out around the holidays. Harry never thought he'd had a sweet tooth, but he had a weak spot for his wife's baked goods, and if his schedule was slow she spoiled him and Simone with all kinds of sweets. It was enough to make him work out for weeks after the holidays.

Before his thoughts got too carried away, Harry looked back at Y/n. He tipped her head up so she had to look him in the eye. He kissed her nose once, then her forehead, then her lips, until a small smile appeared. "Talk to me, Mama."

She sighed again, but this time she spoke. "I just...I want them to know that I'm doing a good job, I want them to know I'm a good mom."

"What? Baby, you're a fantastic mum," Harry said, a frown marring his features. That's what this is about? "You don't need their stamp of approval, Y/n."

"I know, I know. It's just that we're raising Simone so differently to how I grew up, and that's fine she's a great kid," Y/n explained. "I just don't want to give them any ammunition to judge how we're living our lives, you know? Making memories around the holidays were huge for me growing up. Christmas cards, decorating the tree, cookies, matching sweaters, and I—I don't want them to think Simone is growing up without that. I—I know it's stupid, but—"

"It's not stupid if that's how you feel," Harry said, cupping her cheek. His eyes searched hers, trying to decide if there was more that she wasn't saying. He'd become quite good at reading her, and he decided there wasn't. "But I don't think Simone is missing out on anything. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head. "She's happy, right? I know we don't lead the most conventional lifestyle, but she's happy, isn't she?"

"I'd say so. And hey, conventional's overrated. Remember when Niall dressed up as Santa so we could have a family picture? Or when we brought a Christmas tree with us on tour so we could put Simone's presents under it?"

Y/n grinned at the memories. "Or when the boys covered for us so we could sneak out and go to a Christmas market."

"I don't remember that one," Harry said as his brow furrowed.

Stretching up onto her toes, Y/n kissed his cheek. "That's because we never actually made it to the Christmas market."

"That's right! Simone was in Liam's room, and we stayed in, and you were wearing that little red set with the bows—"

Y/n kissed him properly this time, her arms crossing around his neck to bring him closer. His skin was soft and freshly shaven, a preference of Y/n's as she brought her hands to his face, though Harry had been trying to grow a little facial hair during his time off. He probably could've stayed like that all day, but he knew there was work to be done, and Y/n would be upset with herself if her icing went to waste.

"Let's get these cookies done and then head upstairs, hm?" he said even as Y/n began to kiss up and down his neck and his hands slid past her waist.

"Then get your hands off my ass, Styles."

"As soon as you untangle yourself from me, L/n," he said.

When she finally did, Y/n's lips were swollen, and her hair was a little messy. But she looked relaxed, not as tense as she had been when Harry came downstairs.

"Where do you need me?" he asked her, going to the sink to wash his hands before slinging an apron over his neck. "I can help with the baking part. I did work in a bakery, you know."

"Don't get me started," she murmured before offering the rolling pin. "Cookie cutting or decorating?"

"Mm...cutting. And maybe we save some just for us and Simone to do later?"

Y/n's grin was as wide as he'd ever seen it, which practically melted his heart into a puddle of goo at his feet. "Yeah?"

"Course, Mama. Between us, our little tyke is bound to be a baking genius."

Y/n rolled her eyes and swatted him with the towel that had been over her shoulder. They got to work, music playing on speakers, but low enough to hear Simone through the baby monitor if she woke up. Harry stole glances at Y/n as she got to work decorating the gingerbread men. He knew she was nervous, but he was thrilled that everything was starting to fall into place. Harry was home now that the band was on hiatus, Y/n was starting to mend her relationship with her parents, and Simone was about to get everything she asked Santa for and then some. At four years old, she didn't ask for much, but she had lots of uncles who were eager for a reason to shower her with gifts.

To Harry, everything was perfect.

Or, nearly perfect. Once the last batch of cookies were cooling and Y/n had decorated enough gingerbread men to take to her parents' house, Harry hauled her upstairs. "I still have that cute little set that you love so much," she murmured as she hastily pulled off his shirt. Excitement zinged through Harry at the thought, but he was too eager.

"Next time," he promised, falling back against the pillows, decorative ones Y/n had bought the week before.

"How do you want me?" she asked him, crawling to his side to run a hand through his hair. When he didn't respond right away, her brow furrowed. "H? Am I losing you?"

"No, I'm trying to think how much time we have before we're inevitably interrupted," he said.

"And then we have to get ready," Y/n said with a sigh, flopping on the bed next to him so that they were shoulder to shoulder. "Kiss and cuddle?"

Harry grinned. "You read my mind, Mama."

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hockeywhhores · 11 months

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girl next door- q. hughes

quinn hughes x reader warnings~ swearing, nothing else! summary~ it's nice to have a friend :)) genre~ friends to lovers word count~ 2.7k masterlist

growing up next to the hughes family meant that there would never be a dull moment. i mean the first time you met the boys, you were outside building a snowman when a rogue hockey puck came flying over your head and killed your snowman’s head. quinn was the one elected to go get the puck back. he shyly walked up to you, and you were slightly on edge from having a hockey puck fly past your head, at a speed that made it stick in the snowman’s head

“are you okay? i’m so sorry.” the brunette boy came over as best he could with his ice skates still on. he looked to be about your age, but you were new to this neighborhood and had no clue who anyone was.

“yeah, i’m okay. i think.” you said looking anywhere but at quinn. “oh here’s your puck.” you shoved the puck at him, still not wanting to look him in the eyes. quinn felt so bad for scaring you like that, and so he vowed to make it up to you.

“my name is quinn, by the way.” he said, taking the puck from you.

“(y/n).” you confirmed and went back to fixing your snowman.

when school time came around and you had yet to make any friends; he stepped up. quinn invited you to all of his hockey games, and you sat together at lunch everyday. you became quick friends with jack and luke, but nothing compared to the bond you had with quinn. all that being said, you thought the friendship had some downsides. he tended to miss lots of days of school, which left you pretty lonely, and you believed he was scaring away any guy who liked you.

you had fallen for total chad type and had a big falling out, which prompted quinn to threaten to beat the shit out of him if he said one bad word about you in private or public. you loved that quinn cared for you, but you still wanted to find a guy while still in high school.

the day quinn was drafted to the big leagues; you were there. the day you were accepted into umich; he was there. he promised to call everyday, but that was the one promised unkept. after a while you both just lost touch. you still texted each other birthday texts and some holidays, but it was now your last year of college and you didn’t text each other once.

after graduation, you were staying with your parents for a couple nights as your new apartment was getting ready. you would never forget the feeling of looking out your hold childhood bedroom window and seeing quinn in his driveway helping his mom carry in groceries. you just ran out the door.

“quinn!” your voice carried to him and turned to embrace you as you met him.

“(y/n)! oh god, i missed you!” he confessed, holding you for longer than friends probably should, but you let him.

“i missed you too! i have so many stories to tell you!” you excitedly said.

“i do too, but we are going to have to do it later. i have a meeting with my agent about some michigan photo shoot thing.” he confessed, staring at the ground. your eyes didn’t meet again after that.

“oh ya, totally! i’m actually really busy right now too…..” you trailed off staring back to your own house. you felt totally shut down by him. you understood he had a job to do, but with the lack of communication and everything else in your life; you couldn’t stop yourself from being disappointed. “i should actually get back to help my dad……..ya helping my dad. bye!” you quickly left not waiting to hear his own goodbye.

you spent the rest of the day sulking in your bedroom reading cheesy romcom book and throwing yourself a pity party. you had to be a fool not to see the feeling you had for him, but you didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good friendship (at the time). when a breakup happened in your book, you were quick to start crying. you hadn’t ever heard the voices of your parents and a guest downstairs, until the knock came to your door.

“come in.” you grumbled, wiping the tears from your face.

“what the matter, (y/n)?” asked quinn as he noticed the tears. he rushed to sit on the bed next to you. he rubbed your arm gently, as you cried harder after seeing him.

“i don’t know. i’m sorry for crying.” you said trying to stop yourself.

“you never have to be sorry for showing emotion. you don’t have to tell me, but i would like to help; what wrong?” quinn consoled you.

“you.” you mumbled.

“what did i do exactly?” quinn asked gently.

“you stopped messaging me, and i thought you never wanted to see me again.” you looked into his eyes as you said that, and saw him flinch a little.

“i’m really sorry for never answering you. i thought you had found a new life at umich.” he apologized.

“you didn’t even text me happy birthday this year. that really hurt.” you confessed.

“i thought you found a new guy.” he mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

“what? why?” you asked confused.

“you posed it a picture of you with some guy in a bar, and it looked like you were close with him. i just got really fucking jealous. i had wanted to be with you since high school and you never showed any interest back, so i freaked and just ghosted you. i am so sorry, (y/n).” he confessed his hand staling on your arm.

“oh, quinn!” you jumped on him pulling him into a big hug. “i’ve loved you since high school too. why do you think i went out with chad. i was trying to make you jealous and you seemed so fine with it… until the breakup.”

“why do you think i was so ready to beat his ass. i hated him for how he treated you and that he was the one to kiss you in the hallways and hold your hand.” he said into your shoulder, taking in the scent of your perfume/body wash.

you pulled back and look deep into his eyes, and leaned into a kiss. he closed the distance between you too and you swear fireworks shot out. the kiss was innocent and held years of wanting.

“i love you, quinn hughes.” your breath fanning his lips.

“i love you, (y/n) (y/l).” he said back to you, pulling you back into a kiss. you pulled away again.

“you are never allowed to ghost me like that again. got it?” you proclaimed.

“i would never dream of it.” he smiled and kissed you again; this time for a long time.

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eliza-styx · 1 year

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The grand Kömsko (König/Gromsko) timeline & masterpost

The time has come to sum up the lore and history of the ship that stole hearts of many by complete accident and wormed its way into the subconscious of many Polish shippers in the cod fandom. This post is for you, if you wanna participate in our little cult but struggle a bit with realising what headcanons may be appropriate for Gromsko, if you’re not Polish yourself and some König ideas that we think make sense in relation to this ship.

It all started on the fateful day of December 9th 2022 when Ghostytoasty made the most random joke that was exactly the snowflake needed to start an avalanche of events

It led to Orin pitching an idea of enemies to lovers story for these two and my own brainworms picked it up to basically draft the whole fanfic in the conversation, at which point Shiba promised to make art for, if I actually wrote it.

Well, two days later, a child was born, the very first Kömsko fanfic to be posted on AO3

Shelter Me

written by none other than me aka ElizaStyx with the beautiful cover art done by MizuShiba

And thus the ship became reality.

It gained interest on twitter with artists like @/620_ne1 and @/Capitan_LX among others posting their own fanart of the pair

Shiba, of course also kept creating more beautiful art of the couple

Encouraged by the small cult that spawned amongst the people of the ghostsoap discord I started working on the sequel fic, a humorous and fluffy take on the pair dealing with being in love while also working for the rival factions

Carry You

meanwhile, Ghostytoasty got their own inspirational angst juices flowing and wrote a beautifully poetic MCD fic

The warmth that lingers as a shattered heart bleeds

Somewhere along the way, a side channel dedicated to Kömsko spawned in the discord and we begun to fill it up with the various headcanons and ideas that are now listed in a twitter thread by Capitan_LX but to sum up some facts to start your own juices flowing

Gromsko basic headcanons:

- born 11.11.1990, on the Polish Independence Day - brought up in roman catholic faith with very strict, religious parents and a younger sister we named Judyta, definitely was either an altar boy or sung in the church choir - wears a cross around his neck since childhood - history nerd, knows everything about history of Poland and will ramble all night long - has two music listening modes: Sabaton or Polish pop like Doda, hates disco polo - very patriotic, brought up basically brainwashed into believing in God, Honour, Fatherland above all else, had dreams of a winged hussar and that’s why he joined the army (but also dreaming of men, huh?) - struggled coming to terms with his sexuality because the catholic church teaches that homosexual love is forbidden, used to say very offensive shit in his youth but definitely had grown since then - swears in Polish even if he speaking in a different language - calling people idiots and other names is his language of love - never recieved gifts as a kid, cries every time König gives him something and König keeps showering him with gifts - knows English, Russian and German but doesn’t let on just how much German he understands because König loves to whisper sweet things into his ear that he thinks Gromsko doesn’t understand

König basic headcanons:

- born 15.08.1994, on the day of Assumption of Mary which is obviously a big religious holiday in Poland - is an only child, brought up by a single mom who struggled to make ends meet and worked several jobs but would give up anything to care for him, though often was absent overworking herself - severely bullied in school for being tall, awkward and having no dad, called slurs - became a bookworm to escape reality into fictional worlds - keeps a journal of his thoughts and the books he read - daydreams a lot and in the evening writes down many stories that he daydreams about during the day in his journal but thinks they are silly and never showed anyone until Gromsko came around (Gromsko adores them) - his love language is gift giving and he will look for excuses to give gifts - listens to heavy metal and death or black metal, loves Rammstein - gets into Behemoth and other Polish metal bands because of Gromsko - brushes his teeth at least three times a day, never smoked because it’s bad for gum health - decides to learn Polish in secret so Gromsko doesn’t know he understands when he calls him names - will listen to Gromsko ramble about history all night long - anxious mess 24/7, has severe panic attacks sometimes but Gromsko knows exactly how to ground him and calm him down

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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Giles x teen!reader - the family you need

Part 10:

You trailed along next to Joyce, hands in your pockets as you looked in the shop windows for anything that seemed interesting.

She glanced down at you before looking at the shops as well.

“Buffy said that you lived alone, is that really true? Do you have your own apartment?”

“Yeah, I’ve been living alone since I moved here, and for a little while before too. It’s pretty cool, I can eat whatever I want and nobody tells me off.”

“What about your mom and dad?”

You glanced at her and looked away.

“Don’t have a mom or dad..” you mumbled.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry I didn’t know. Do you mind me asking what happened?”

You gestured to a shop and she nodded, following you inside so you could begin browsing through the clothes.

“My dad died when I was 13, I never had a mom. Well, you know I did otherwise I wouldn’t have been born, but she died a long time ago, my dad realised me, and when he died, I went into the care of some other people, then I ran away, because fuck people.”

“Is the language really necessary?” She sighed.

“Sorry… but it’s true though. I like it on my own, it’s a lot better, I can do whatever I want, nobody cares.”

Joyce held out a hoodie she thought you would like and you took it to look at it.

“Now that’s not true is it?”

You furrowed your brows, looking at her in confusion.

“You have a few people that care about you.”

“Well I mean yeah, I’ve got friends. But I don’t really have parents that care about me, don’t have to worry about school, or what I’m eating, just me and myself, it’s a good life.”

“Is it really?”

You put the hoodie over your arm, and carried on searching.

“Well, I mean I don’t do the whole celebrate holidays thing, or birthdays, but I’ve never really done that since my dad died. My motto is live fast, die young.”

“That’s pretty morbid.”

“I’m a half demon, i don’t expect a long life span here. Plus it’s not like it’s going to matter when I die, I’ll go into the ground and be forgotten. Like everybody else.”

“That’s not true?”

You turned to look at her this time and she smiled at you.

“You wouldn’t be forgotten, you’ve got your friends. I would certainly remember you, and Mr Giles would as well.”

“Maybe for a while yeah.”

“We would all miss you, don’t you want to have a job? A family?”

“The world definitely doesn’t need more demon spawns running around.” You laughed.

She chuckled a little at this.

“Okay, maybe not a family of your own, but what about a job? A house? People you can call your own family?”

“I never really thought about it I guess, nobody wants to be around me, it’s not all that safe really, it’s only a matter of time before you all see that.”

You turned to go to the changing rooms to try the clothes on, and Joyce stood outside.

“I don’t think we will, it’s not all that safe to be in Sunnydale but we’re all here still. Just because something isn’t safe, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it sometimes.”

“Maybe, I guess I’m just so used to be alone I see it as a better thing for myself.”

“You’re scared, I understand that. But there are people around you ready to love you, and accept you for what you are (Y/N), you don’t have to keep running from that.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew the truth…”

You pulled a hoodie off and tried on another one.

“What is the truth?”

“It’s not important, but thank you though, Buffy should be glad she had a mom like you. If I had a mom, I wish she would be like you.”

You left the changing rooms and you beamed up at her.

“Your mom would have loved you.”

You smiled paying for your items before you went to help Joyce with what she needed help with.

You went back to Buffy’s house with her, and you stood in the kitchen while she made you something to eat.

“Can I ask you Mrs Summers?”

“Of course.”

You looked at the counter.

“Do you think demons can live in this world and not be hunted.”

“I think as long as they haven’t hurt anybody then yes, I mean look at Angel, he seems to live among us pretty well.”

You smiled, tail swishing a little under your hoodie.

“I think you’ve been through a lot, things you haven’t told anybody. One day you’ll be able to talk about what you’ve been through, maybe that day you’ll be able to see that there is a whole world in front of you.”

She smiled at you, handing you a sandwich.

“Life can be hard sometimes (Y/N), regardless if you’re a human or a demon, or a half demon, but that doesn’t mean a half demon is all you have to be.”

“Sorta like Buffy thinking all she has to be is the slayer huh?”

“God that girl, she’s so wrapped up in this whole slaying business she sometimes forgets she’s only human.”

You nodded your head.

“I get it though, you get told your this thing, and that’s all some people are going to see you as, they’ll come after you because of it, it’s pretty scary, and she thinks if she gets to them before they get to her she’ll be alright.”

“Does it ever go away? The fear?” Joyce asked.

You thought for a moment, taking a bite from your sandwich as you sat on the counter.

“No, it never goes away. It’s always there, but that’s what makes us better at what we do, Buffy slays monsters, I kill demons, we both know one day that could be our last day.”

“It’s just so dangerous…”

“Everything is dangerous Mrs Summers, unfortunately we have no choice over our fates, but we can take them by the throat and say today isn’t going to be the day I die.”

You smiled, and you took another bite of your sandwich.

“Buffy is a lot safer than you think she is, she has a lot of people around her helping her, and she’s a natural at what she does. I don’t think a slayer could be any safer than her.”

“I suppose you’re right, I just can’t stand knowing that every night she’s out there.”

“She’s not alone.”

“She isn’t?”

“No, if Angel isn’t with her, then I am. I wouldn’t let her go out there alone.”

“Thank you…”

You grinned and jumped down from the counter, grabbing your bag.

“Thanks for the food, and for the talk Mrs Summers, it’s been really nice.”

You walked towards the door.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to her.

“Stay safe.”

“I will.”

You left, making your way back to your apartment to put your new clothes away.

You frowned as you thought about your day, you were happy, of course you were, but spending the day with your friends mom made you realise what you were missing out on.

She took advantage of the fact she had a mom who loved her so much like that, she didn’t see how much she really had.

Sitting down, you picked up a photo of you and your dad, and smiled a little to yourself, remembering how good your childhood was.

You hadn’t really thought your life would change when you were growing up, you wondered if the child you would recognise the grown up you.

Setting the photo down, you looked towards the door as it as was opened and Giles came in carry a shopping bag.

“Giles would the child version of you recognise the adult version of you?” You asked.

He looked at you a little confused as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Well, I suppose not. For one I hardly look anything like I did when I was a boy, but people change.”

“Well, I know that Giles. But I mean like, if you were a kid, and you met the version of yourself that you are now, would you know it was you? Like would you just look at yourself and be like that’s who I want to be when I grow up?”

“Honestly I’m not sure, I suppose not. I wanted to be a fighter pilot, not a watcher, and if I knew the things I was going to do I’m sure I would have done things differently.”

You titled your head a little in confusion.

“I wasn’t all about research and books you know, I do have a past shockingly.”

“But you’re so… normal.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment considering the line of work I’m in. But thank you. What’s this about?”

You showed him the photo you had been looking at and he walked over, picking it up as he sat on the couch with you.

“I was wondering if child me would recognise me, or if I’m too demon now…”

“You’d recognise yourself, I know you would.”

“I didn’t know about demons then.”

“Really? Your father never told you?”

You shook your head.

“No, the most I had to worry about as a kid was trying not to hit the other kids because they were annoying. I didn’t know about demons, or about my mom, it was just me and dad, that was it, none of this spawn of satan, demon powers, looking like a demon.”

“Appearances change (Y/N), but I don’t think you as a person have, reading what your father wrote, you’re the same person you were back then.”

“I don’t think so…”

“Why’s that?”

You sighed, turning away from him.

“Do you remember when you were asking me all those questions, about like if I hurt somebody and stuff?”

“Yes.”

“I… I lied to you Giles…”

You closed your eyes, placing your head in your hands, eyes fixed on the floor.

“I have killed somebody… only one…”

Giles looked at you, furrowed brows as he turned a little to face you.

“I killed my dad… I’m the reason he died…”

“What happened?”

You watched as one of your tears hit the floor, clenching your jaw a little.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean for any of them to get hurt… and it’s my fault… I found out what he was hiding about me and I.. I was just so angry…”

“What did you do?”

“I told him how much I hated him… how it was his fault and that he was never nor would he ever be my dad… that I wished he had killed me like he was supposed to…”

Giles listened carefully.

“I ran away for two weeks, and then demons started coming after me. My dad came to find me and brought me back… he tried hide me and.. and he.. he threw himself into a demon to protect me… I lost it…”

“Control?”

You shook your head.

“No… the sword was still holding it. Dad told me I had a choice, but he said if I wanted to be human I could never draw the sword.. I watched him fall down, and I threw away a human life, I killed every single demon…”

“It’s not your fault he died.” Giles whispered.

You looked at him, a few tears running down your face.

“If he’d done what he was sent to do he wouldn’t have died…”

“And you wouldn’t be here right now, he made his choice to protect you, that’s what a father does (Y/N), he protects his children, he loves them, and raises them right, just like he did for you.”

“I said I hated him Giles! The last thing I said to my father was how much I hated him!”

“And he knows that isn’t true, he knew you loved him, he wrote about it every day in his journal.”

You laughed a little, sniffling as you wiped some of your tears.

“I used to tell him that he would always be my favourite person, because I was too awkward to tell him I loved him, but he was my favourite person.”

Giles smiled.

“See? That is emotion, that’s human. Just because you chose to draw the sword doesn’t mean you became a demon in the process, it just means you have more power than any.”

You stood up, shaking your head, and you began to pace back and forth.

“I.. I’m not human! I’m a demon… even if I refuse to admit it… humans don’t have the flames of Satan…”

“You are more human that most humans I’ve met.”

Giles walked over and he placed his hand on your head, and you looked at him with tears running down your face.

“I didn’t mean for him to die…”

“It wasn’t your fault, demons killed him not you. Don’t beat yourself up over something you had no control over…”

“I.. I miss him…”

You crouched down, burying your face in your arms.

“I know, but no matter what your father will always be with you (Y/N).”

Giles knelt down, offering you a handkerchief so you could dry your tears and you looked at him.

“Everybody here has someone… I don’t have that anymore… and I.. I’ll never have that…”

He sighed, running his hand over your head in a soothing way, trying to comfort you.

“But you do, it’s already right here in front of you. We all care about you. Your friends all love you, and if your dad could see you now, he’d be so proud of you for all the friends you have.”

“I don’t want anybody else to get hurt…”

“Nobody else is going to be hurt, because you never hurt anybody in the first place. You protect people, you’re a saviour, somebody who saves other people.”

You sniffled a little.

“I’ve known people become evil for far lesser reasons, yet you’re still good, despite every reason you’ve had to turn your back on the world, for what people have done to you, and you’re still here trying to save it.”

He smiled at you.

“Whatever is going to happen, we’ll work this out together.”

You nodded and he stood up, and you did the same thing.

“It’s going to be okay.” He said quietly.

He didn’t really believe it, and he could tell that you didn’t really believe it either, but you did smile a little, a quiet way of thanking him

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

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Chapter 4

Word Count: 895

I didn't realized how much time passed after the incident with the sniper, MI5 managed to lure her into a trap where Mycroft Holmes was the target; I thought for a very brief moment that the gap between both services had closed, at least for a few moments, I planned most of the operation I was even there when we shot the sniper, thankfully we got her alive, the interrogation didn't worked at all, the little information we got was encrypted and both the MI5 and British Government, have been working on everything. I do know that Mycroft Holmes left the country and based on what I heard back in the day, I believe Serbia is his destiny, I just want everything to be ok

"Something troubling your mind?" My sister finally came to visit me, it was time, I had to meet my nieces. Lisa got married on 2010 with an Aussie, nice chap, was in the military and everything but she's my sister, and I felt jealous of him, being honest I really didn't spend much time with her when I was a child, I got separated from my parents when I was very young, is a long story I might tell later

"Just thinking about everything really, the whole attack and the message", to give my sister some credit, she managed to climb up through the Australian Government and have a good position on it

"How have you been?, I brought your nieces so you could meet them but right now they are asleep"

"Don't worry, I'll see them later but, tell me, how was it?, carrying twins" I was surprised when I got the call from my brother-in-law that I was an uncle of two girls

"I mean, nothing you don't hear about, you have pain and suffer but in the end it was worth it", I swore that her eyes lighted up when she talked about her girls, "Robbie, I came because I wanted you to be a Godfather, for both of them, Zach and I are planning to have the christening after the holidays in Scotland, I couldn't thought of anyone but you"

I was flabbergasted I couldn't speak, for me it was more than an honour, "Are you serious?, of course I would love to, and the christening happening in Scotland, thank you" I was about to cry that even a tear fell off my right cheek

A few hours passed and I got to meet my nieces Alexandra and Caitlin, they look so much like their mother, fine nose, grayish eyes, small lips and were redheaded, that bit was from their dad, I fell in love for them knowing that the possibilities of me making a family were reduced to almost none

*WEEKS AFTER*

Christmas was here, the holidays were here and I was in Scotland, my mothers family house; I get to spend time with my family mothers twice every year, on the summer holidays and on the Christmas holidays though in these holidays I split up between Balmoral and Sandringham; having a Dukedom is not that easy and, although my siblings are also members of the Royal Family, I am the one representing them due to the Dukedom, it is a hereditary title I got from my Grandfather, my mom's father, he died in 2001 and since then I have been known as the Duke of Surrey

"Robbie, sweetheart, dinner's ready" my grandmother called

"I'm coming gan-gan, just finishing some work I have to deliver tomorrow" I grabbed my tux jacket and headed to the hall

"But tomorrow is Christmas, are you really going back to London tomorrow?" I heard her comment on, she doesn't like my job that much due to this incidents, working on the holidays

"Unfortunately yes, I'll come back for Lisa's daughters Christening" I saw her face change, "aw, but don't worry, you'll see me around more often, I asked for a small holiday extension so I'll be here, also, I will come in the summer, that is something I have never missed, have I?", I saw her share a little giggle; summer holiday used to be the time when my mom's parents spent more time together, we never missed a single summer holiday since he died, we all made a vow to gan-gan

"It is good that Lizzie give you a bit of time off, you have been working so hard in this Jubilee preparation I thought you were going to explode"

The night went on as any normal family would have Christmas, following royal tradition we opened that night our gifts, I played Christmas carols on the piano and people joined to sing, of course the drinks were on and we all were a bit boozed up but no one cared, we where with each other and we couldn't enjoy it more

Christmas arrived, I left Balmoral at 7:00 in the morning, my next mission waited in London, although I was officially removed from MI5, they still made use of my abilities every now and then, this was no different; Arriving at the MI5 headquarters I greeted everyone in the room and sat down for the instructions

"Admiral, we are going to need you to spy on someone" the director general commented, "you cannot screw this mission, we need eyes in the British Government"

"And will you explain on whom I need to spy?" I replied

"Who do you think, The British Government itself, Mycroft Holmes"

@anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek

#bbc sherlock #mycroft bbc #mycroft holmes #original male character

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 224

The Things They Carried/The Caretaker

“The Things They Carried”

Plot Description: while investigations case involving two soldiers just back from Iraq, Sam and Dean run into Coke and reluctantly agree to let him help

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I would simply never voluntarily join the military. RIP this girl but I’m different

There are so many scenes my boss could have walked through the break room and it HAD to be while Sam was silently researching the Mark of Cain and Dean loudly accuses him of looking at porn???

Dean is being so season 3 right now. He thinks his time is running out (though this time he doesn’t know how long he has), and he just wants to go about things like normal and wants Sam to just be alongside him

I still don’t LIKE Cole (you know, the marine I’ve spent too long complaining about even BEING in the show), but I can be compassionate that he’s lost his dad and will likely lose his best friend to things involving the Winchesters’ business

“Medium build and brown hair” can describe SO MANY DUDES…

I know you wanna protect your friend, but like…he smashed a wine bottle, cut a guy’s throat, and drank the blood off the convenience store floor, so…

What if Kit kills Coke and then I never have to deal with him again?

Wtf, that thing looked a lot like the memory worms from Doctor Who, but instead of erasing your memory, it makes you wanna drink blood. And now one’s in Cole, and he’s TOTALLY okay with Dean electrocuting him to get it out

Dean being so conflicted about almost killing Cole. It’s wonderful. Dean who searched for the Father of Murder for a bunch of last season and this season, who’s been killing all his life, but now that it’s someone who needs help but who’s also TRIED TO KILL HIM AND SAM, he’s conflicted? Gorgeous

This rapid dehydration is taking a really long time

Dean’s so fascinating. He’ll tell everyone and their mom that they’re not allowed to give up, that they have to fight…but himself? He’s not worth, it in his mind

I hope this is the last we have to see if Cole. Dean was able to save him, but Sam couldn’t save Kit.

Can he stop calling them Sammy and Deano??

“The Caretaker”

Plot Description: The terrifying Skovox Blitzer is ready to destroy all humanity

I could never be an Eleven or Twelve companion. I’d literally rather disappear from my normal life for as long as I’d be with the Doctor than do this part time gig thing they all have. It looks EXHAUSTING

That said, I’m still enjoying the very platonic sunshine & grumpy dynamic between Twelve and Clara. Probably because the sunshine one is still a little cynical and the grumpy one has a taste for the wondrous, and they truly like being together

I forgot the premise of this one is that the Doctor gets a job at Clara’s school while she’s trying to juggle being a companion with her job and budding relationship with Danny

It’s funny that she’ll call out the Doctor for trying to be mysterious when she’s not stupid enough to not see he’s trying to be mysterious, and then Danny does the same to her the very next scene and there’s no reflection of that

The opening credits are still REALLY bad

Well, he’s no Ten when it comes to going under deep cover. Where’s your pocket watch that holds all your actual memories?? Though…now that I think about it, at least you’re not just saying “Physics physics physics physics physics physics”

I’m fascinated by Twelve’s perception of humans. “It’s assembly now, go worship something” WHAT, sir??!!

If you saw two kids just playing on a phone outside a gate, why would you assume that there was DEFINITELY a third in the abandoned building behind that gate? And that’s what you get, blasted to bits by a robot looking alien…

Ok but the Doctor becoming besties with Jane Austen and going on holidays together but then getting abducted by other aliens before forming a band with Buddy Holly IS an episode I’d like to see

Omg the Doctor thinks Clara is dating the other English teacher and not Danny…

“Why are you talking like an idiot?” would be a WILD thing to say to a temporary school caretaker you barely know…if it wasn’t Clara to the Doctor I’d be aghast

Oooo Danny’s getting suspicious of the caretaker, me thinks

Sorry. Back on the comparing Ten and Twelve again. You’re not going to get “I think you’re giants” lines from Twelve about humanity, even if he does care for humans just as much (DEEP deep down). But you also wouldn’t get “You’re weird” “Yes, I am. What about you?” “I’m a disruptive influence” “Good to meet you” “And you” “Now get lost” from Ten with any student he was trying to save

OH MY GODDDD HE THINKS SHE IS DATING THE OTHER ENGLISH TEACHER BECAUSE HE SEES ELEVEN IN HIM. STOP. And she’s so excited he approves of Danny 😭

Doctor…you put one of your time bombs or whatever ON A FIRE ALARM?!?!

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. This…this has got to look and sound SO CRAZY to Danny, and Clara��s just scrambling to do some kind of damage control, to hold on to both parts of her life as they crash into each other at lightning speed

Not Danny calling the Doctor Clara’s space dad 💀

Ugh this hurts. This is probably the first time Clara’s said she loves Danny and it’s just after he’s figured out (some of) her big secret and as the Doctor is insulting him

(Omg he saw Clara hanging with a guy with a bow tie and went, ah yes, THAT is her boyfriend)

Why does she need to explain Danny to the Doctor?!

They really didn’t build Danny up enough for this betrayal of sorts to feel earned

They’re both putting Clara in this impossible position. It’s so unfair. Look. I GET why these two would hate each other but don’t take it out on Claraaaaaa

One day, I hope Courtney “Disruptive Influence” Woods gets her chance to go to space

It truly took me til now to see how much the other English teacher looks like Matt Smith. It’s not just the bow tie, it’s also the floppy hair (though the teachers’s has a bit of curl to it)

Courtney has nothing to worry about…it’s not the end of the world (unless the Doctor can’t defeat the Skovox Blitzer). Her parents are literally arguing that there’s been improvement since last year when she was a VERY disruptive influence

I DIDNT THINK TODAY WOULD BE THE DAY COURTNEY GOT TO GO TO SPACE 💖 I’m sorry she didn’t enjoy it as much as she wanted

We’re getting so close to ACTUALLY getting Missy.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Ghoomketu ki Ghummkkar Gathayein/ Wandering tales of the wanderer-I

The kickstart...

As I recall my childhood, I realize that in those times we rarely travelled as the word goes, probably because both of my parents were working and possibly didn't have the time or as I suspect it to be main reason, the inclination to travel or even go to once in a blue moon fun trip outside of Delhi where I was brought up. During that time the only place we visited during our summer holidays was Bhopal, M.P and that too because my mom's family resided there. Not that we got to see even that city properly with my mom mostly preferring to remain indoors with my aunt and not relishing the prospect of going out. I got to see the city in my later years, when I was residing there to complete my masters degree.

We remained almost out of touch with my dad's family , I only saw two of my cousin brothers on Rakhi, It was one festival they would follow religiously and would turn up at our house on every Rakhi to disappear till the next one, we never visited or saw their houses even once, this continued till my marriage, after that their visits were less frequent and some time later, these stopped all together. I still don't know there whereabouts, and I also did not try to find more about them for reasons I have yet to fathom.

I remember visits to mom's birth place, Indore, M.P once or twice, when I was of a age to create and store memories. If there were more those happened when I was very young that I have no memories of. I have fond memories of a once only visit to my mom's village Jallapur in M.P for a cousin's wedding when I was in 12th standard, In my filmy mind, I was carrying a vision of a filmy village, with thatched roof huts and girls wearing choli; decked up in silver jewellery; carrying pitcher upon their head and going to fetch water. I was so very excited to finally see a river at close quarters ( that turned out to be dry) :) and went all around the village searching for a well, till that time I hadn't seen either in real( that didn't exist :). I had a lot of fun there with my cousins thoroughly indulging me and my sister. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to go back again.

Allahabad was the first place that I visited without my parents. And this happened because after completing my MSW, I was looking for a job and while searching of one came across an NGO, called Disha, they were looking for a trainer to be a part of a team of who would conduct trainings in various districts of UP for ANM’s and VHW’s on the use of interpersonal techniques to provide information on reproductive health and usage of contraceptive methods.

I applied and was selected, I was so excited, not because of landing my first job, but more so because of the travel it comprised. This is how my expedition began..as a professional...and as a traveller too...

The Journey-Chitrakoot...

To be continued...

#travel #traveladdict #traveler #traveller #nature #vacation #travels #travelphoto #explore #trip #adventure #travellife #tourism #beautifuldestinations #traveldiaries

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trixtersurvs · 1 year

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002.

Do you have mean comments that replay in your head and haunt you? Not really. I think a lot about embarrassing stuff I've done that people probably said mean stuff about later though!

Did you go Black Friday shopping this past Black Friday? I did actually. Briefly, but we still went out

^If so, what was the best deal you got? They had a great deal on 3 wick candles at Bath & Body Works... it was like 5 for $25!

Have you ever seen a spirit? Yes

Are you happy that the year is coming to an end? It's not ending now, it just started, but I wager I'll be pretty happy when it ends based on how the first month and a half has been going

Have you ever bought a designer purse? No. I don't carry a purse

What color was your senior prom outfit? I wore red at senior prom

Would you ever consider a career in writing? Yes, it's literally what I want to do

Have you ever purchased a YouTuber’s merch? If so, what did you buy? I don't think so

Are you better at spelling or writing? Both

If someone signed you up for karate lessons, would you take them? Yes! I loved karate when I did it in college and would love to get back into it

What was the last movie you watched? Would you recommend it to people? I truly could not tell you anything recent. I watched My Policeman before the holidays and it was a great film that I would highly recommend

Do you update your Facebook relationship status when it changes? I mean, yeah, but I don't rush to do it. I'm rarely on Facebook

Do you want your own house someday? Of course. I just need to find the right place to settle down. I'm not set on staying where I am right now forever

Are you superstitious? Not at all

When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get? Either Coke or Dr. Pepper, though sometimes I absolutely fucking crave McDonald's OJ

Have you ever thought about your wedding? Yes... I get in my daydreams sometimes about it

Would you rather see Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood in concert? Taylor Swift for sure

Growing up, did you see your cousins often? Yes

Where was your first job at? CVS

Ever seen your parents make out? Unfortunately

What’s your dream height and weight? I would love to be a little taller, like 5' 9". I don't worry too much about my weight, I'm pretty comfortable with where I am with that

What do you do when your house loses power? Get the candles out, baby!

What piercing do you hate? Cheek piercings but not being of how they look. I actually think they're cute but they're terrible for you and really shouldn't even be done

Were you raised in a religious house? Not really

Do your parents get mad when your on the computer for hours? They used to when I was still a kid

Have you ever been asked for a nude picture? Yes

What’s your favorite thing about your crush/bf/gf? His smile and his eyes, physically. Personality wise, I love his sense of humor and how kind he is

What’s the worst thing? His snoring

What song can bring you down? Lately, it's been "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron

What would you do if your parent hit you? Depending on which parent it was... I'd have a different reaction. If it was my mom, I'd be very concerned about her mental wellbeing. If it was my dad, I'd sock him right back

Ever see yourself going to jail? No

Last song you sang? I was singing "Growing Sideways" by Noah Kahan in the car earler

Has the last person you kissed slept with more then 3 girls? Without a doubt 😂

Ever been tested for any STDs? Yes, I get tested once a year when I have a long-term partner just for the sake of doing it

Do you think it’s weird when girls change in front of their bf/gf? No?

Get a new camera or new phone? New phone, I guess. I don't really need either

Last person that saw you naked (can’t be yourself): My partner

Ever kissed someone half-naked? Yes

Is being sweaty nasty? It's not nasty. It's natural but yeah, it feels icky when you're the sweaty one

Are your parents embarrassing? My dad is. My mom can be sometimes

Do you prefer dating a virgin? Or a guy who’s been around? I don't have a preference and what a weird thing to have a preference about anyway...

Are you blond? No

Do you like bacon? Yes, it's the only pork I'll eat usually

Do you have an annoying dog? I don't have a dog at all

What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? Hmm... I got really into Adventure Time comics for a while but I couldn't say for sure that that was the very first one

What is your favorite thing to do on your phone? Talk to people on it

What color was your first phone? I believe it was blue and silver

Was your first phone a flip phone? No, it was one of those Nokia brick phones

If you’re a girl, have you ever had an embarrassing period story? I'm not a girl, but I do own a vagina and the worst story I can think of was in 7th grade math class. I had put on a pad that day and it leaked all over my seat. We had to wear uniforms in middle school and I was wearing khakis, so the blood was really visible. I tied my hoodie around my waist and was leaving class hoping no one would notice but then the person who was supposed to sit in my seat next was talking about how there was blood in the chair. I had to evacuate quickly after that

What was your worst experience in high school? Hm... honestly, my parents grounding me for like 6 months for getting a bad grade in a class. I'm traumatized from how often they did that to me

#002.

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(sorry my tumblr app glitched so im not sure if this was sent twice) taking a chance for the requests! how about a seokjin or namjoon arranged marriage au with this: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” 🎄 happy holidays!!

↳ Playground Promises

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The bell rings.

Moments later, children are sprinting from the doors and flooding the playground. You watch in fondness as some climb the monkey bars while others sit and dig into the sandbox. All of them were forging their first friendships they’ll remember forever and you were their witness.

This is one of your favourite times of day. You enjoy seeing the kids have their fun, listening to their laughter and giggles, watching their games of tag to play pretend. But today, your enjoyment is interrupted by a certain male teacher that comes to stand behind you.

Tall. Dark. And handsome. His broad shoulders carry the weight of the third-grade class and practically the entire elementary school. But you’d never admit that out loud.

“It’s a bit chilly out today. You should’ve brought your coat with you.”

You hum.

Every staff member, married and single, swoons over Kim Seokjin. It’s hard not to. But if others knew what your relationship was with him, you’re sure you’d never hear the end of it. The kids would make a big fuss and so would all the staff and faculty, and you’d rather avoid that.

“I didn’t know you were on playground duty today.”

“I switched with Sana,” he says and leans over to smile. “Thought you could use some company.”

You scoff. “She’s perfectly fine company.”

The corner of his plump lip pulls. “If you want to talk about the mathletes program. And I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

Before you can respond, a boy approaches the two of you with pink cheeks and wind-swept hair. “Mr. Kim, can I go to the bathroom?” the third-grader asks in the midst of catching his breath and the older man nods.

“Go ahead. But don’t run in the hallway, Lucas.”

Said boy grins and dashes off.

Seokjin turns to you and lowers his voice. “My mom’s been asking about the kids.”

Your brows furrow. “Why? They’re a good bunch.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t mean your class’ kids, I mean our kids.”

You blink owlishly. “There are no our kids.”

“That’s the problem.”

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Wasn’t getting married enough for them?”

Seokjin shrugs with a faint, mischievous smile. “They want to go out for brunch with your parents this Sunday. Are you free?”

“When am I not free?” you retort lightly, but slip your phone out of your pocket to check your calendar anyhow. Seokjin glances over to your screen and once you finish, you slip it back into your pocket. “I have some marking to do, but I’ll probably finish by then.”

“Okay.” The pair of you turn back to continue monitoring the children playing and you’re glad to revel in the silence that’s been created between you. But after a beat, Kim Seokjin pipes up again. You don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s quite the talkative guy. “Hey, Y/N.”

You look over and he meets your eye.

He asks, “Am I your lock screen?”

Your face heats. If you were once cold, now you were warm from head to toe. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mumble. It was just a picture from the other day and you wanted to change things up on your phone. You had nothing else to use. It was convenient. That’s it.

Your entire relationship with him is built on convenience. At least...on his side it is.

Still, Seokjin grins and fortunately, he doesn’t tease.

You rush to change the subject. “A-Anyway, yeah, Sunday works for me. But we should probably talk about this after work.”

“Why? No one’s around.” His smile is spread from ear to ear and he leans in, whispering, “Are you that scared of people finding out we’re married?”

Immediately, you whip your head in all directions. Luckily, there’s no kid or nosy faculty member. You turn back to him, glaring. “I already said, I like to keep my private life under wraps.”

“I remember. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were embarrassed of me.”

You scoff and a murmur unintentionally spills out of you, “That’s impossible.”

You don’t notice Seokjin’s smile.

It’s been three months since you got married. It was a summer wedding. More importantly, it was an arranged marriage. And not because you were both wealthy and needed to be wedded to get the inheritance under some arbitrary contract rule or because it was your grandmother’s dying wish. No. You live a much more mundane, normal life than the dramas, movies and books.

It was your mom who threw a fuss. She was scared you’d be alone and unmarried, an old maid like your aunt — you didn’t say it, she just heavily implied it. But following her practically senile meltdown, you agreed. Partly to appease her worries and partly just out of curiosity.

You always wanted to get married. And deep down, you always wanted your own kids. But at the rate you were going, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to meet someone on your own.

What you didn’t expect on that blind date was for the other person to be Kim Seokjin, third grade teacher. Down the hall from you at the school. Someone across the room every lunchtime. Your dads were apparently long time colleagues, but Jin was still as equally shocked as you were during that first meeting. Yet, he easily agreed to getting married when you brought it up. Even when it was only after two months of occasionally seeing one another outside of your workplaces.

You still don’t know why he said yes.

“Ms. L/N!”

You’re torn out of your trance by a little girl at your knees.

She pouts. “Jennie won’t let me play on the slide!”

“Did you ask her to share?”

“Yes!”

Before any more can be said, she drags you over and Seokjin trails after you. There’s another girl with brown braided hair climbing on the slide, and she swivels her head over as the two of you approach, eyes the size of saucers.

“Are you taking turns, Jennie?” you ask her, and she vigorously nods.

“I am!”

“Well, you’ve been on it for a while. How about Lisa takes a turn next.”

“Okay,” she draws out and gets off of the slide before turning to her friend. “Here you go.”

It’s always little problems you have to solve — from sharing to knee scrapes and monkey bar accidents. Sometimes it’s difficult for the children to compromise, difficult for them to apologize and difficult for you to find a good solution. But you undoubtedly wish your own issues were this simple.

While you’re stuck in your thoughts, you miss Jin watching you fondly.

“You’re good with kids,” he says as you move out of the way of running children and walk back to the perimeter.

“I wouldn’t be doing this job if I wasn’t. But I deal with older kids much better.” There’s a reason you teach fifth graders and not any lower than that. Seokjin knows it too.

“Remember when we had to supervise that kindergarten class together?”

You shudder. “It was a nightmare.”

“You weren’t that bad,” he tries to say but then laughs. You feign a glare, and he adds on, “Okay. I’m sorry, but I still mean it. It’s not as terrible as you thought. You’d make a good mom.”

At that, your glare vanishes in favour of furrowing brows. You really shouldn’t, but you can’t help it when curiosity pries — so you break your own rule against discussing private matters at work.

“Do you want my kids?”

Seokjin is wide-eyed and he turns to you. “Why not? We’re married.”

“Yeah….but…”

“But? Do you not want kids?”

“No! I definitely want them,” you declare, almost a bit too boldly. He nods and you explain, “It’s just...I don’t know if you’re serious.”

Seokjin blinks. “I’m being perfectly serious.”

“I mean I don’t know if we’re serious.” You add, “Enough to have kids.”

“What’s more serious than being married?” Jin has a genuinely inquisitive and amused expression, head quirked to the side.

You inhale a sharp breath and his gaze coaxes you to go on, so you do. “It’s just that you agreed so quickly to be married to me. It doesn’t….feel real. I don’t know if you wanted to marry me, if you did it on a whim, if this is some kind of joke—”

He frowns. “This isn’t a joke, Y/N. I wanted to marry you.”

Your mouth hangs open. Your eyes are rounded.

“Wh—”

“Mrs. L/N!” You’re interrupted by your fifth-grader, Park Jimin. He sprints to you, huffing and puffing, before leaning his hands onto his knees to catch his breath. “Have you seen Taehyung?! We’re playing tag!”

“No, I haven’t.”

Jin suddenly points to the left. “He went that way.”

Jimin books it.

Silence fills the spaces between you and Seokjin again, but it isn’t like normal. It’s filled with unanswered questions and the suspenseful cliffhanger of an unfinished conversation. The laughter of kids on the playground and field resound around you, but for the first time, you don’t listen to it.

It fades into the background as you turn to Seokjin, wanting to know more. “What did you just say?”

The man smiles softly. “You have to know.”

“I don’t,” you assert. “So tell me.”

“I’ve always liked you.”

You blink and he continues, “Since you substituted for the art teacher and I saw you squirt red paint all over yourself. It’s something I couldn’t forget. Plus, the way you draw those stick people.” Seokjin laughs heartily and you’re trapped in your spot, unsure of how to react or what to say. He reads your expression and softens. “Did you really think I would rush into a marriage if I didn’t have feelings for you?”

“I…” Your mouth is agape. “I don’t know. Why did we never talk about this?”

Seokjin shrugs. “You never asked and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I knew you married me for convenience.”

“That’s not true,” you retort within a beat. This whole time, you thought he married you for convenience sake. But it wasn’t entirely like that for you.

Seokjin’s eyes are big and you swallow down your embarrassment. “Isn’t it obvious every single breathing person loves you? It’s hard not to.”

Slowly but surely, a grin spreads into Seokjin’s puffy cheeks and he’s smiling from ear to ear again. “Well, you’re very good at hiding it then.”

Suddenly, the bell rings.

All the children reluctantly climb off the equipment, some dusting their hands while others grabbing their friends, and they rush into their lineups. There’s a few stranglers lugging their legs while groaning. But busy in their small playground worlds, no one turns around to notice you leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Seokjin’s mouth. It’s shy and brief, like the first peck exchanged between two for the first time. And you pull away just as fast, lips left tingling.

“We can continue this later, Mr. Kim.”

You stride off while Seokjin’s left smiling. After a breathless moment, he chases after you like children who have just made promises of their first love on the playground.

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smellingofpoetry · 2 years

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Christmas insecurities

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Some Christmas love to wash all the worries and insecurities away.

Square/s Filled: "Christmas proposal" (@spnchristmasbingo)

Warnings: AU, a tiny bit of angst, fluff

Words count: 1441

A/N: Hi there! Here we go with a new Christmas story. I hope you'll like this one too. I would like to thank you for the support you're all showing me. I really appreciate that. I just want you to remember that the requests are now open, so feel free to send me an ask if you want. Enjoy!

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

That was their first Christmas together, officially at least.

They had already spent a few holidays together as a friend and as a couple. Now they were spending it with her family. Dean had dreaded this moment for as long he could remember.

What if they didn’t like him? What if they thought he wasn’t enough for their daughter? What if they thought he had nothing to offer her?

All those thoughts had invaded his head and kept him awake at night. He hadn’t had the heart to voice his fears to her, not when she looked so excited at the only idea of him meeting her parents.

When finally the time had come, he was a wreck. He hadn't been this nervous since as a kid when he held for the first his baby brother. He was so terrified to drop him that he started to sweat. Both times, it hadn't been pretty.

He had calmed down just when her mom had brought some pie, and he and her dad had bonded over some good whiskey. They seemed to like him.

Him.

Of all people. Him.

He was so freaking excited about it, but he had to tone it down a little because he had some dignity left.

He was Dean Winchester, after all.

But even he could get hurt sometimes, and that happened too because, after the excitement, the pain had arrived.

Christmas was just around the corner, and they decided to go out with her sister and some of Y/N’s old friends. They were in a bar downtown, nursing some beers. It was cozy, easy and he was looking forward to meeting this other part of her life.

Until the big question came out, and an uneasiness settled on the pit of his stomach.

“So, Dean, what do you do for a living?”

“Uhm…I’m just a mechanic.”

He mumbled, forcing a smile. After that, he went quiet. Of course, she had to see right through him. Y/N knew that as much as he loved his job, that was a sore subject for him. It had been since some ex of his made him doubt his worth. It was just one comment that he still carried with him.

She smiled at him reassuringly, taking his hand between hers. She leaned towards him, pecking at his cheek.

“Do you wanna head out?”

She asked him quietly in his ear before glancing up at him. Dean looked down at her nodding his head in agreement. He couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. So, after the greetings and the promise to see each other again before the holidays, they were out of the bar and in the cold air.

He could finally breathe again, and that was a relief. Y/N clung to his arms while slowly walking down the street towards her house. She leaned more into him, trying to warm herself up. Dean put his arm around her shoulders, shielding her from the cold.

“Thank you.”

She whispered so low that he wasn’t even sure that he heard her right. Dean furrowed his brows, looking down at her - confused.

“For what?”

“For coming here with me and being so sweet and nice with my family, it means a lot to me. I didn’t tell you, but I was nervous about it.”

Dean stopped in his tracks, turning towards her. She let go of him, missing already his warmth. Suddenly, a thought came across his mind. Was she nervous because she wasn’t sure they wouldn’t like him? Was she embarrassed by him? Dean bit the inside of his cheek, trying to push away all his insecurities.

“You were?”

He asked instead. She nodded, fidgeting with the scarf.

“Yeah. Uhm… it’s been a while since I brought home a guy. The last boyfriend… Uhm… let’s just say that he didn’t like them that much, so we ended up spending the holidays always with his family.”

She dared to glance at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Dean looked at her surprised, his fear suddenly melted away. All that time, worrying himself about him meeting her parents, and it never occurred to him that she could have been as nervous as him about it. He looked down at his shoes, trying to avoid her gaze.

“I was scared that they wouldn’t like me.”

He admitted in a whisper, the tips of his ears turning pink for the embarrassment. She smiled before closing the distance between them. Y/N cupped his face with her hands, encouraging him to look at her.

“They, really, really like you.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not supposed to tell you this, so you better look surprised tomorrow, but Sam and your dad are coming over for Christmas.”

“Wait, what?”

“My parents heard that they were spending Christmas by themselves since we were here and asked me to invite them over.”

Dean’s eyes filled with tears. Y/N smiled at him before his arms engulfed her in a crushing hug. She knew how much his family meant to Dean, so she was sure he would have loved the surprise. She kissed his stubble cheek before letting him go.

“I thought we both deserved to spend the holidays with our families. I can wait to be all together.”

She admitted with a smile on her lips while starting to walk again – her hands tucked in her pockets. Dean stood still in his place, watching her move. His heart was so full, that he couldn’t remember when it was the last time he felt that way.

And at that moment, he knew.

“Merry me.”

He all but blurted out. That wasn’t how he imagined asking her, at all. He always thought that it would have been more magical, special. Not in the middle of the street at night while freezing their asses off. He would have gone down in one knee, wearing nice clothes. He would have had ready a hell of a speech.

Instead, here he was.

He saw her turning around slowly, the surprise on her face evident. Dean saw her swallow before taking a tentative step towards him.

“I know, I know that I could have done better than this. You deserve more than this, but I’ve been waiting for the right time for three months now.”

He admitted, seeing her eyes widen at the surprise. He put his hand on the inside of his jacket, fishing a small box from the inside pocket. He looked at her and then at the box in his hand, clearing his throat.

“I’m carrying this with me for a while now. I’m surprised that you didn’t find it already.”

He nervously chuckled, taking a step closer to her. Y/N stood still. Her eyes were glued to his freckled face.

“Look, I’m aware that I don’t have much to offer you and I’m far from perfect. I know that maybe loving me isn’t always easy, but I can promise you to always take care of you – to love you.”

Dean whispered while with trembling fingers opened the box in his hands. Inside there was a simple ring with a small diamond on the center. Y/N looked down at the ring, gasping.

“It’s not much, but it was my mom’s…”

“Oh, Dean…”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears at his words. She rose on her tiptoes, gently kissing his lips before putting her arms around his neck.

“It’s love, not you. Love isn’t supposed to be easy, but you are worth the trouble. I couldn’t care less if you’re not perfect, because I’m not either and I don’t need much more of what you already gave me.”

She said, laying the palm of her hands on his chest right where his heart was beating fast. Dean smiled at her, caressing her cheek with his fingertips.

“So, is that a yes? You know, just to make sure.”

He asked her, making her giggle. She nodded her head enthusiastically.

“Oh, it’s a hell of a yes!”

Dean’s smile grew twice as big. Y/N leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. Dean reciprocated the kiss, hugging her close to him. His arms around her middle, not ready to let her go just yet. They parted just enough to breathe, their foreheads touching while their breath mingled.

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

He whispered, pecking her lips again before taking a step back helping her put the ring on. They all just watched at her ring finger. A smile on both faces; Dean caressed her hand still clutched in his while the snow started to fall on them, washing all their worries and insecurities away.

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sigurdjarlson · 2 years

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how would tomgreg meet the parents go on both sides? tom w ewan and greg’s mom (forgot her name love you greg’s mom) and greg with tom’s parents. (bonus tom with greg’s dad??)

I feel like Tom’s parents would like Greg. He’s weird and awkward but he’s generally nice to people. They probably only care if he makes Tom happy

Tom seems like he probably has the best relationship with his parents out of anyone in the show tbh? We’ve never heard him speak badly of them and he’s absolutely thrilled to see them at the wedding.

(He still calls them mommy and daddy even like lmao) and they seem just as happy to see him. They call him Tommy 😭🧡 He also wants to go see them for holidays earlier in s1 but shiv keeps shutting him down.

His mom is his lawyer (this man is a mamas boy I know it) and he’s extremely distressed that “his mother is dying of thirst” on his wedding eve 😂 (and he had to carry a briefcase! The audacity)

But I could see Greg being kind of taken aback by how openly affectionate they all are with each other. He’s NOT used to it. His immediate family isn’t like that, The Roys definitely aren’t like that.

Like his grandpa as we know has the emotional range of a stump and his mom seems like she might have some of that harshness/emotional distance too

(I mean look at how starved he is for attention. That doesn’t just come out of no where. Marianne doesn’t seem like the warm and cuddly type. Not saying she doesn’t love him because from what we know I think she does. She’s just..her fathers daughter.)

But I could see Greg getting very attached to Tom’s parents if they did show him affection and basically welcome him into the family with open arms. I read a fic where he plays catch with Tom’s dad and argh </3 because he’s never gotten that from his own

It would go well I think. I could see Tom’s mom scolding him for being too harsh with Greg sometimes too. :P like she didn’t raise you to act like that Thomas.

Now Marianne and Ewan…

Well, Tom has already met Ewan in person at Thanksgiving. (I’m not sure the fuck your grandpa convo counts as a meeting but it’s definitely a horrible first impression LMAO)

He actually pisses Ewan off I think? When Ewan is talking about the war or whatever Tom chimes in with “I thought Canadians only fought on ice with hockey sticks haha” or something like that and Ewan gives him the dirtiest fuckin look lmao

He then proceeds to get more heated about his rant and Tom hilariously just looks at the ground after that like oops… (doesn’t help on the drive there Tom said quite emphatically “fuck your grandpa”)

But you know I think the dislike would be mutual and not just because he doesn’t like Tom. I think Tom would be bothered by how Ewan is with Greg. Look at his family and then look at Greg’s, you know? It makes him angry and I wonder if pushed if he might even say something in Greg’s defense

Or at least to Greg when Ewan isn’t around.

Marianne is a harder nut to crack because we know so little about her. She comes off rather distant and harsh on the phone? It could be because Greg is pissing her off in those moments but i think that might be her default state with him.

(I mean look at how starved for affection Greg is)

She does care about him though. She’s concerned when he calls her in the middle of the night (and then annoyed when it turns out to be that he lost his job on day 1).

And while she does refuse to give Greg money and I personally think that was cold..she does tell Ewan to feed Greg when he goes into town and mentions Greg is broke according to Ewan.

So I think she does love her son but like any Roy (ignoring she’s still a hirsch) she seems to struggle with showing it.

It’s interesting, she obviously was the one who raised him since his dad took off. Nic mentions he thinks she kind of sheltered Greg and held him back even and I thought that was an interesting tidbit. I don’t see it but if Greg spent a lot of his life taking care of her like he is with her debts..that would make sense. (Also “she’s a bit of a headcase” so she has some kind of mental health struggles. Maybe an addiction? We don’t know)

Greg shows quite a bit of frustration with her but he does love his mom. He pays her debts off. He gives her a card (and god I know the deleted scene doesn’t count but him panicking and saying he needs to call his mom during the “shooting” because he thinks he’s going to die? </3)

But on a less happy note than the Wambsgans + Greg…

I personally find the idea Marianne just immediately hates Tom kind of funny in a horrible way but she also would have a few understandable reasons to do so depending on how much Greg tells her?

Either way I think she immediately picks up on the weird vibes between them.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she had her suspicions Greg was gay. She probably didn’t care, idk why I just don’t think she would? (It’s his dad she’s mad at not all gay people..probably) But I could see Greg being terrified she would be so he hasn’t come out to her

They just don’t talk about it. I feel like that’s a thing with Greg. He just..doesn’t talk about things that really truly bother him. (Minor inconveniences yes but deep rooted issues like his dad? He never brings it up). It’s like if I don’t think about it I don’t have to deal with it. Maybe he gets that from his mom.

But yeah I could see her seeing Tom, a man married to her cousin and seeing he’s clearly infatuated with her son and THAT rubs her the wrong way. That reminds her of Greg’s dad. So, she’s just immediately like ugh I don’t like you.

Also let’s be real it looks even worse than it is on the outside?

Tom a man two decades Greg’s senior, his boss and a man who’s married to Greg’s cousin…

Depending on how much she knows or witnesses, all that on top of how harsh (and crude) he can be with Greg…I think any mother that isn’t heartless would be rightfully concerned?

If I was a parent I’d be concerned that it’s you know..it’s cruise situation esque shit. If only because he’s Greg’s boss.

However she does notice Greg is infatuated with Tom too and her first thought is this man is clearly manipulating and using her son. Maybe it’s for some business power play or maybe it’s just sex but she doesn’t like it.

Also Tom tries way too hard (in her opinion) to make her like him and it makes her dislike him all the more lmao.

And of course with Tom being married she’s obviously looking at her son and thinking he’s gonna get his heart broken. She doesn’t know how in love Tom is with Greg. She’s thinking he’s never going to leave his wife because she’s Shiv Roy and he’s gonna continue to string her son along until he finds a new boy toy to take his repression out on.

(this is all the funnier if they actually haven’t even started fucking yet but she’s convinced they are)

Tom is probably genuinely confused why she seems to hate him. Greg says she’s just like that but she seems civil enough with other people. He feels like he’s talking to a even more aggressive version of Caroline, her dropping barbs and what he highly suspects are thinly veiled threats.

Literally everything he does backfires though. He gets her flowers and she’s allergic. He offers to buy her something and she accuses him of seeing them as a charity case. He’s being nice to Gregand she’s thinking god what a fucking lech.

She does not like him. He’s going to hurt her son and while she isn’t the best or warmest mom she does love Greg. (And sheltered makes me think she does have some protective instinct in there). He’s her only son and she raised him alone presumably.

Greg is mostly confused and thinks his mom is just being ridiculous about the whole thing. He’s not in love with Tom? Tom isn’t in love with him? Wait..

Also..Greg mentions Tom has a dog (his mom likes dogs) but he foolishly mentions he’s penned up most of the time and as a woman who lets her dogs on the bed she’s disgusted. LMAO (Greg’s like jeez mom it’s Shiv who does that not Tom but she still blames Tom because she wants to)

And her Greg has always been a sensitive boy. Always so eager for affection she never quite knew how to give him.

Greg’s dad? Hm..it’s hard to say because besides him being gay and taking off on Greg we know nothing about him.

Did he ever try to contact Greg? Did Marianne put a stop to it maybe or did he just give up? Did he just walk away and never look back? Was he a good dad when he was in Greg’s life or a shitty one?

So it would depend a lot on what kind of person he is but I think Tom would immediately dislike him just because he’s a deadbeat who abandoned his son with his clearly unhinged mom in Tom’s opinion

Whether he’d like Tom idk. He might try to fuck Tom for all we know. He might hate Tom because he’s an obvious closet case who’s maybe stringing his son along. Who knows 😂

For all we know he could not care about Greg at all or be a major asshole. Hell, maybe he comes back into Greg’s life solely because he sees his son is successful now and he’s come mooching.

Maybe he does genuinely feel bad about leaving Greg and want to make amends.

We just don’t know and I want to know so bad!!!

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Slashers React - S/O being a witch or wiccan

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, BILLY & STU and LOST BOYS

btw I am a wiccan myself so I hope you enjoy the hcs :)

JASON VOORHEES

Holy fucking shit, you guys are a POWER COUPLE, never in my life have a thought of a better couple

He may not understand at first but once you explain it to him he adores it. Abiding by the laws of nature is something he already does, so the fact that you do too and share a lot of the same opinions of nature, melts his heart

Clearing a little area in the forest making sure it is hidden away for your alter is a dream job for him

Nature walks all the time but it has more meaning now, knowing you’re a wiccan or witch

Herb, flower, mushroom or plant picking is something he will always do for you, leaving them at your alter

LOOK he found a cool rock or a weird piece of drift wood or animal skull, perfect for you :)

Finds it very sexy when you are doing witchcraft, especially if it’s in the forest

You would slow dance to the rain and light candles everywhere

Gardening would quickly turn into one of his favorite hobbies with you

Teaching him about the holidays you celebrate gives him reasons to spoil you on those days, he would bake with you, make potions with you, bring in your moon water in the early morning for you

Your crystals are his favorites, all the pretty colors and unique patterns, he might steal one and carry it around with him, rubbing it when he misses you

Anything you do to appreciate his land and the cabin you share makes his undead heart flutter

The absolute best partner for a witch or wiccan

The crystal that suits him is an Amethyst - It is a grounding stone, bringing peace and calmness but is one of the best protection stones

MICHAEL MYERS

Major head tilt, squints

Once you explain it him he still doesn’t get it, and he doesn’t care

He will just examine your stuff, poking it and moving it around pissing you off

oh great, more holidays to celebrate

Secretly thinks it is kind of cool, but he will never tell you

Maybe thinks you’re a little crazy because he heard some other person in the mental hospital going on and on like you do

If you tell him he is blessed and has gifts he will have a hard time accepting that, but he would think about it forever because there had to be an explanation for how he could never die

He will bring you home something from a cemetery probably because he still doesn’t get it

He will just stare from the shadows of a candle lit room watching you do spell work

When he's pissed beyond reason, never sage him, never place crystals on him, never get him to drink tea, you might die

He will find a crystal in his coverall pockets for protection and he will never give it back to you, it’s his now and he will cherish it

The crystal that suits him is Black Obsidian - It is a pure black stone that has a mysterious aura, heavily used for protection, it is also a very powerful stone, good for healing and truth seeking

BO SINCLAIR

Again, another bad partner for this lol

You’re a what?? He has heard of witches before but never wiccans. Coming from Louisiana it has a very heavy history on witches and voodoo, good and bad. He honestly might be shitting his pants inside but keeps it cool, just please tell him you’re a good witch. His momma always told him to never ever mess with witches.

Thinks you’re crazy for believing in that stuff

If you feel the presence of his mom and dad, never bring it up to him, the only way you could do it is say “You’ve got some angels looking over you Bo” and leave it at that

You will make him learn to appreciate nature and taking him for walks is the best thing to do, it calms him and you can teach or tell him stories about what you believe in

He would tell Lester to grab some antlers or skulls for your “ummm idk what she does, she just needs them”

If you’re in some lingerie while doing witchy work, he will ease into it more

Bo would be the guy who yells about the sage smoke stinking up the house, while he is smoking a cigarette, b a s t a r d

Jokes about his bad energy filling your alter will happen a lot

He honestly thinks its cool though, after a while, seeing a beautiful powerful soul doing something you love warms his heart

He’s going to try to understand but he will laugh and make fun

If there are people in town he’s going to hunt that night, he will have to deal with you placing some sort of protection rune, stone or necklace either in his pocket or around his neck, Bo won’t like it at first but showing you care so much for him melts his heart and he will protect it with his life

His crystal is Smokey Quartz - It is used for strength and fortifies nerves, protection, a stone that represents Pride, but also brings calmness which we all know he needs!! The smokiness of it just reminds me of the colour of alcohol or his cigarette smoke

BILLY & STU

Both genuinely curious and love it

They don’t really understand it but they are willing and ready to try

Taking you on nature walks probably wont be as relaxing as they promised; Stu will climb a weird tree and end up hurting himself, then you will find some neat looking mushrooms and they dare each other to eat it

Find it hot but are a little spooked

Billy would hate the smell of sage but Stu doesn’t mind it all

They find it sweet when you try to put protection stones in their pockets when they go to kill

Stu will bring you an average rock from the sidewalk and say hey this is neat, here you go

They are defiantly into trying witchcraft with you

Stu will love your home made teas

Billy will never make a big deal about what you do, he just thinks it is neat and willing to go get whatever you need for your work, and ngl he is more interested in dark magic

They will defiantly interrupt you will you are meditating or doing spell work so always try to do it when they aren’t home

Will ask if you could do tarot readings on them and if you use a crystal ball

The crystal for them is Jade - a good protection and supportive stone, seeks love, passion and nourishment. It is also good for dreams and astral projection

THE LOST BOYS

They are no strangers to the supernatural of course but they don’t know what a witch is beyond what they’ve seen in movies

I feel it would be very 50/50 on caring or not, this stuff isn’t even on their radars

Dwayne, I think would handle it the best. (correct me if I am wrong) He is of Native American descent, so he has heard lots of stories about shamans and he is the most spiritual out of all the boys

Once they see you doing spell work or setting up an alter they are much more interested

If you are already turned, you are arguably one of the most powerful, David will not admit it but he knows it

Marco will 100% bring you random things he likes, not at all related to witchcraft but he thinks it could be, man doesn’t get it

David finds you extremely sexy, him and Dwayne will probably be the only ones that actually get it, and David loves the power

They pretty much just leave you to it

A lot of moon and shadow work will be your main witchcraft with them

If you are cleansing the cave with sage Paul and Marco will make drug jokes and ask to smoke some

ngl I think Paul might be the most scared of you, but he will never show it, He doesn’t understand it and thinks you going to spray him with holy water or make him have nightmares

Dwayne will be the one to take you to the surrounding forests and go on some nature walks with you, collecting what you need

David - black tourmaline: a very powerful protection stone, pure black, great for purification and helping with anger. Star - rose quartz: the stone of love and purity, heals the heart, and dissolves worry and fear turning those feelings into love. Marco - Emerald: a crystal just as blue as his eyes. A stone of hope, encouragement and joy, turns negative energy into strength, love and compassion. Dwayne - fire agate: This stone has a very deep connection the earth radiating calm, stability and strength, also very good for power and protection. Paul - rutilated quartz: a crystal that seeks truth and authenticity, giving strength to the truest souls and uplifts and brings joy.

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coexiising · 3 years

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Good Neighbors - Chapter One

SUMMARY ✦ You were excited to learn that someone was finally moving into that old house next to your own. The Skywalker-Amidala family seemed like a great addition to your friendly neighborhood, with their two twin kids and happy personalities. Though, the more you get to know your neighbors, the closer you get to the husband of the family: Anakin Skywalker.

WARNING(S) ✦ Modern! Anakin Skywalker, Alternate Universe, Infidelity, Eventual Smut, not so slow burn, Eventual Romance, Neighbors, and they were neighbors, anakin looks so good in a suit, sneaking around, forbidden love

NOTE ✦ I’ve been wanting to write a Modern! Anakin fanfic for a while now, so here we go! This will be a multi chapter fic, I don’t know how many yet but expect a lot because I’ve got some ideas to play out! This chapter is more of an introductory, but expect some more spicy drama in the next coming chapters.

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As tradition goes every year, you could smell the smoke coming from the middle of your neighborhood's culdesac while you made your way outside your garage with your mother, who held a large tray of potato salad in her hands that she insisted she carried herself over to the white tables in the distance. It was hot outside, early July was coming strong this year with the heat, reaching a staggering eighty nine degrees outside and it was already well past noon. Though, you should’ve been expecting the heat, since it seemed to creep up on you every time this yearly cookout happened.

It had been a little tradition, jokingly deemed a ‘holiday’ by your younger brother, that had been going on for as long as you could think back to. You could remember being five years old and running around with the neighborhood kids and jumping into your pool after eating the bountiful amount of food that was supplied for the families that participated. It used to be a handful of them, three or four families that came and had a small little barbeque together. But over time that changed, and now it became a whole neighborhood thing.

The dads of the block always started earlier to get everything set up, which was really the long white tables where food could be set and setting up the large grill on the pavement. And the moms always slaved away in their kitchens making some type of side dish, whether it be fruit cups, potato salads, or whatever. You were twenty two now, almost done with your undergraduate degree, and you wondered if you would ever find this sense of friendliness anywhere else when you eventually moved from your home. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to leave, it was just more convenient for you to stay and you didn’t mind your family that much. They were supportive, there for you no matter what, and your home was close to your University anyways.

“I wonder if Lisa is going to wear that ugly dress she bought the other day,” Your mother stated, making short, languid strides next to you. “She brought it to the house a few days ago when we were having a little wine date and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was definitely not twenty five anymore and that dress did not hug her in the right places.”

You laughed, jokingly hitting your mom on the shoulder. “Mom, come on, it can’t be that bad.” She didn’t respond, only grinning towards you with a hint of playfulness filling her eyes behind her thick, black sunglasses. Your eyes scanned the crowd already forming, kids on the outside running around with a ball. You knew a lot of them, even held some of them as babies after they were born. But when you took another glance at the group, you saw that there were two you didn’t recognize. A boy and a girl, both looking similar to one another and the only difference being the slightly different shades of their hair. “Mom, who are they?” You asked, pointing to the girl and boy who were now fighting each other for control over the soccer ball.

“Oh, they’re the kids of the new neighbors,” Your mom answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You looked over at the house next to your own, a two story one with white coloring and many windows. It had been for sale forever and it became quite the local news when someone actually bought it. You guess you hadn’t realized that the people who bought it were now occupying it. “They’re twins, I think. The mom and dad are on the younger side too. Courtney says that the husband is working at that law firm down on first street and apparently the wife wants to run for senator in a year.” How the hell did she know this much about everyone? You shouldn’t even question it at this point, since she was friends with all the neighborhood moms who loved to gossip.

Looking around for any unfamiliar faces, you were surprised to see none. Were they not coming out for the cookout? It seemed like the perfect place for them to meet everybody. “Oh!” Your mom exclaimed. “I forgot the tongs on the kitchen counter, could you go get them for me, please?” Without a second thought you nodded, turning on your heel and making your way back towards your house. As much as you loved your mom, you were sometimes annoyed with her forgetfulness, especially because you asked her if she had everything three times before you left just a few moments ago. Oh well, it wasn’t that big of a deal, you would be in and out in no time.

You walked up the well cut grass of your lawn to your front door, sandaled foot almost hitting the concrete when you heard the creak of another door. It belonged to the door of the house beside you, the light tapping of shoes making their way onto the patio filled your ears, feeling somewhat foreign since you weren’t used to hearing anything from that house. You wondered what it looked like inside, if everything was rusted and worn. It had to have been almost ten years since someone lived there.

But when you turned to finally get a look at your neighbor, your thoughts were completely halted.

Your mom was right, he, most likely being the husband, was on the younger side. He had to be in his early thirties, still a lot of youth painting his broadened features. His skin was lightly tanned, it was hard not to notice the way that the sun seemed to do a good job in painting his long, muscular arms that reached to close the door behind him. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and black pants, though it wasn’t like something that you had seen other dads wear before, it was more formal, more pristine like he was trying to make an appearance. But if the story checked out, he was supposed to be a lawyer, it was his job to look professional. You continued to look at him, almost shamefully so as your eyes trailed from his clothing to his face, taking in the sharpness of his jaw and the blues of his eyes that very much reminded you of the light blue sky above you now. And then to his hair, which was cut short and had a golden glow to it.

Right as you were about to turn and get into your house, the ball that had been with the group of kids came flying your way, hitting against the door next to you and making you jump at the loud noise. It was lucky that it didn’t fly through a window, or your parents would’ve gone ballistic. You could hear some of the parents start to shout at the kids, telling them to stay away from the houses if they were planning on kicking that thing off of the ground. The same kids you were questioning earlier ran up your lawn, most definitely to retrieve the ball that would’ve hit you dead on if you hadn’t been gawking at their father.

“Luke, I told you to not kick it that way!” The girl, Leia, yelled towards her brother, a little stomp in her step as they made their way towards you. You picked up the ball and held it in your hands, kneeling down and waiting for the kids to approach you. Luke shook his head, shaggy hair falling into his eyes and saying, “It wasn’t me! It was that other guy over there. Why do you always blame me!” You laughed, the dynamic almost reminding you of you and your brother when you were younger.

Handing them the red rubber ball, they both gave you a small ‘thank you’ and Leia muttered a tiny ‘sorry’ and they went on their way. Watching as they went, you didn’t even realize that someone else was walking up to you. Still kneeling, you looked up and saw that it was your neighbor, looking down at you with a tiny, pleasant smile on his face. You blushed, realizing the awkward position and stood up, ignoring the heat coming to your cheeks and offering a smile to him as well. Being this close to him, you could see that he was tall as well, standing a good couple inches over you. Usually this would’ve made you feel intimidated, but for some reason it made you want to draw closer to him. You mentally scolded yourself for thinking this way, knowing that he was your new neighbor, and not to mention he had two very cute twins and a wife who was probably beautiful.

“Sorry about that, I hope they didn’t scare you that bad,” He said, taking a glance at his kids who were already starting another round of whatever game they were playing with the others. His voice was low, but there was a sense of calm to it. It wasn’t rough or gravelly, almost like honey as he spoke to you. “I haven’t seen you here before, do you live here? I think I’ve seen your mom and dad around but we were waiting until the cookout to introduce ourselves.” Kind of a stupid question to ask since you were standing on your porch with your keys in your hand, though you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Yeah, um,” You thought back to the day you saw your neighbors two cars parked in the driveway, was that a Sunday? No, it was a Monday. “I’m usually around here more but last week I had to pick up a couple shifts at work to help my friend.” Your coworker and friend came down with the flu and had to find someone to cover her ships ASAP, and you weren’t doing anything important and stepped in to help.

He nodded. “Makes sense. I’m Anakin Skywalker, you already met my kids but they’re Luke and Leia.” Skywalker. A strange last name that confused you for a moment, realizing that you’ve never heard of anything like that before. Then again, you hadn’t heard of the name Anakin either, but somehow the unique name fit him.

“Y/N,” You responded, giving him a nod.

“Y/N,” He said, like he was testing the name out on his tongue. You tried to ignore the feeling you got when you heard it come out of his lips, which were very nice by the way when you took a second to glance at them. It sounded good in Anakin’s voice, and you found yourself wanting him to say it over and over again if he would. There was a moment of awkward silence between the both of you, a random amount of tension that you didn’t know if you were imagining or not. Then Anakin opened his mouth again to say, “My kids were looking at the pool in your yard the other day when they were exploring our backyard.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said. “They’re welcome to come over any time and use it if they want.”

“Are you sure?”

It was normal for the people in the neighborhood to use it if they wanted to. It was a big underground pool that had been built when you were a little kid. “Yeah, everyone does. Just make sure to ask someone before and they’ll most likely say yes. We like to get the most out of it every summer.” You realized that you were supposed to be back with your mother, she was most likely getting antsy as to what was taking so long. So you took the opportunity to leave, even though you wouldn’t mind staying and talking to your new neighbor for as long as he wanted to. He wasn’t just attractive, you thought that he was nice too.

“Well, I need to get something from the house and get back to my mom. See you later, Mr. Skywalker.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Just Anakin is fine.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Right, see you later, Anakin.” He gave you one last smile and right as you turned around, you could’ve sworn you saw a wink. You turned on your heel, ignoring the eyes he clearly had on you and making your way into your house. The moment the door was closed, you leaned against the wood and closed your eyes, replaying that last moment over and over again in your head. Had he really winked at you? Or was that just your mind spinning some kind of fantasy?

Oh, Christ.

It was hard to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

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25&28 w tkachuk (if not taken)

25. spending time with family / 28. “Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?”

quick note: happy birthday, Matthew 💕 decided to use an OC for this one as it fit a little bit better. enjoy!

quick warning: just alcohol I believe. suuuper fluff.

song pairing, just for fun: It’s Not Christmas ‘Til You Come Home by Norah Jones (for a sad, mopey, brooding Matty)

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“Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?” Keith bellowed, nudging Matthew’s arm with the same hand that held his vodka tonic. The matching drink he poured for Matthew still sat in front of his son on the kitchen island, untouched. That’s how Keith knew his son was really struggling.

“I prefer Grinch,” Matthew grumbled, resting his chin on his fist. “And my holiday spirit left with Leighton.”

Taryn clicked her tongue in pity from the barstool next to him and stood to wrap her arms around her brother’s shoulders. “I know you miss her,” she said as she squeezed him tight. “We miss her, too.”

Matthew attempted a smile and patted his sister’s forearm appreciatively. Brady, on the other hand, took less sensitive approach.

“Yeah, plus you’re way more fun when she’s here,” Brady pointed out, pouring himself another drink.

Matthew rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” he murmured sarcastically, followed by a lengthy sigh. “I just don’t know why she had to be the one to travel so far for this game. I wish somebody else could have.”

“Because it’s a big bowl game, Matthew,” Keith stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “And we all know she’s the best at what she does. It’s Christmas Day. There’s gonna be a lot of eyeballs watching this afternoon. You should be proud. And understanding. She works in sports and you’re a pro athlete. Of anybody, you should get it.”

Matthew dropped his head back in dramatic fashion. As much as he hated to admit it, his dad was right. He absolutely loved that his girlfriend worked as a sideline reporter for college football — they understood each others’ insane work schedules and had a special bond over their passion for sports of all kinds. He loved listening to Leighton’s reporting because she was a hell of a lot smarter than he was, and also a lot smarter than most other reporters… plus, the fact that she was an complete smokeshow, and all his, was the cherry on top.

But her job stealing her away from him at Christmas just wasn’t fair.

“Speaking of which, her game is starting soon,” Taryn said, glancing at the oven clock. She clapped Matthew’s back and ordered, “Come on, let’s go.” Taryn led the way into the living room as each family member found a seat in front of the TV.

As if Matthew could have ever forgotten, Leighton was working a bowl game in Phoenix. He had initially tried to force his way into joining her on her trip, but she refused to allow him to spend Christmas Day alone in a hotel room or waiting for her somewhere squeezed into the sold out stadium. She insisted on Matthew’s going home to spend the holidays with his family, who barely got to see him at all during the NHL season. Though they’d promised to have their own Christmas when they both returned to Calgary late on Boxing Day, they were both brokenhearted at the prospect of spending their first major holiday apart.

“It just won’t be Christmas without you, Leight,” Matthew sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers during their final goodbye at the airport.

She took a deep breath and tried to hold herself together at his statement, her fingers smoothing the short hair at the nape of his neck. When she looked back into his face, her eyes shone with tears.

“I’m sorry,” Leighton whispered, not trusting her voice to carry her words. Matthew shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the space between her brows. “I’m just gonna miss you is all.” Leighton squeezed his neck tighter, and after one last searing kiss, she pulled back with a sniffle.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” she told him. “Like always.” She reached for the handle of her rolling suitcase beside her and said, “I really have to go.” Matthew nodded.

“Okay. Be safe,” he said quietly, pulling her into his chest once more. “I love you, Leight. Merry Christmas.”

He felt her choke on a sob before she whispered, “Merry Christmas, Matty. I love you so much.”

And with that, she threw him a tight smile with red, watery eyes and forced her feet to carry her inside to the check-in counter, before she gave in and jumped back into Matthew’s car and returned home with him, like every muscle in her body was screaming at her to do.

Though he smiled when Leighton first appeared onscreen, looking even more beautiful than usual, Matthew then immediately replayed the memory of their crushing goodbye a few days prior, and his face fell once more. His mom, seated next to him, took notice, and wrapped her hand around his, smoothing the other over his cheek with a sad smile. He squeezed her fingers and gave a halfhearted smile of his own.

Michigan edged out a win over Florida after an ultra-competitive game, which Matthew couldn’t even enjoy because his heart ached each time Leighton was shown on the sideline. He sighed after each report she gave, and by the end of the game, when it was time for dinner, he had given into the drinks Keith was offering and was now well into the process of drowning his sorrows.

He did his best to contribute to the conversation at the dinner table, but after the plates were cleared and they returned to the living room to play board games and watch Christmas movies, Matthew fell quiet once more. No one called him out for it — they felt the weight of Leighton’s absence, too. She had become an integral part of the Tkachuk family dynamic, and not having her there just felt wrong.

By the time it was nearing midnight, Matthew was lying motionless on the couch, watching Home Alone but not laughing at any of the parts that made him chuckle each time it was on. He was just about to force himself upright to pour one last cocktail for the night when there was a knock at the door.

Everyone fell silent.

Brady and Taryn looked at each other at the same time, and Taryn whispered, “No way…”

Matthew looked to his parents, cuddled together on the couch across the room. Chantal appeared just as surprised as her children did, but Keith’s eyes had a distinct glimmer in them. He gave half a shrug and said from behind his glass, “Well, why don’t you go answer it?”

It couldn’t be. No. It wasn’t. Was it? There was no way. Taryn was right. No way.

Halfway through a second knock, Matthew swung open the door to find a certain sports reporter on his doorstep, still dressed in the same ensemble she had worn on the sideline, covered with a pea coat and a Flames beanie.

A breathy chuckle escaped through her smiling lips and rose through the air as a puff of white steam.

“Hi, Matty,” Leighton said simply.

For a moment, Matthew was completely and utterly frozen in place, convinced his mind was playing tricks on him. When he blinked and realized that his girlfriend was still standing before him, that she was truly here in St. Louis, he lunged toward her and buried his face in her neck — she would have fallen over for certain if not for how tightly his arms wrapped around her waist.

Leighton felt tears on her barely-exposed skin as she wrapped her own arms around Matthew as best she could. She turned her head to press a kiss to his cheekbone and said softly, “Did you really think I was going to be able to survive spending a whole Christmas without you?”

He laughed in disbelief and admitted, “I almost didn’t. Just ask them.” He nodded toward his family, who were now all huddled in the entryway together. She giggled and smiled brightly at them, the family who had long treated her as one of their own — including the probable future father-in-law who had schemed to get her to them as soon as humanly possible after her game had concluded.

Before she could step inside to greet them, though, Matthew firmly grabbed her face in both his hands and gave her a long, tender kiss — the kind that told her just how much she had been missed.

“I can’t believe you’re here. God, I love you, Leighton,” he whispered, nuzzling her cold nose with his warm one. “You’re all I wanted for Christmas this year.”

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