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New Beginnings | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Rating: T

Summary: An unexpected pregnancy becomes a blessing. (Beyond terrible at summaries, sorry!)

A/N: Just another random fic idea I had in mind. I hope you guys love the idea of Sweet Pea becoming a dad as much as I do because that boy deserves so much happiness! Enjoy and please leave feedback if you feel anything should be changed xx


THE tiny apartment was quiet except for the sound of knife meeting chopping board and the pitter-patter of rainfall hitting the roof.

You stopped your task as you wondered how to break the news to him. It had been a month since you moved in with Sweet Pea, biker extraordinaire and all around bad-guy-who-was-really-a-softie.

Since your relationship began in high school, the two of you had had your share of ups and downs but you had managed to survive each ordeal, coming out stronger as a couple eventually.

Sweet Pea was amazingly supportive too and gave you space, time and his encouragement to finish your tertiary studies and return to Riverdale.

Upon your return, you took up a teaching position at Southside High, much to the displeasure of your mother. However, you loved your job and you loved the students you taught. Most of all, you loved the man who stood beside you despite it all.

That was why when Sweet Pea asked you to move in with him, you did not hesitate to take the next step. After a month of bliss, your heart was filled with terror and nervousness as you were now expecting.

Resuming your previous task of chopping cilantro, you thought about whether Sweet Pea would be happy to know he was becoming a father.

The microwave pulled you out of your reverie as the smell of a perfect lasagna filled the tiny apartment. You had hoped to lessen the blow of the baby news by making him a home-cooked meal.

Moving to get things ready, you finished laying the table when the door swung open and he walked in, dripping wet and looking like sin.

The tall Serpent removed his jacket before shaking out his raven locks and glancing your way, his face lighting up as he moved closer to wrap you in his arms.

“I missed you, Y/N,” he said as he dropped a kiss on your lips. “Something smells good. Been cooking up a storm, Princess?”

You laughed. “Somewhat. I thought we could do with a home-cooked meal today. Go get changed and join me.”

He grinned. “Yes, Ma’am.” He kissed you again before heading to change and was back in two minutes.

You both eased into conversation as you tucked in the meal, Sweet Pea voicing his gratification in a moan that reminded you of more sensual times.

Your inability to keep your hands off that man is the reason we’re in this situation, sweetie, you told yourself.

You decided to bite the bullet. “I’m pregnant, Sweet Pea,” you blurted as you paused to gauge his reaction.

His eyes had widened and his mouth was open, a forkful of lasagna hovering mid-air as he took in the news.

“You’re…you…a baby?” he finally asked.


He fell silent before he frowned and stood. “I need air.”

You couldn’t do anything as you nodded, eyes downcast as he headed outside. A swirl of emotions ran through you as you failed to keep your tears at bay.

Your hands trembled as you feared the worst. You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to register Sweet Pea walking in. You didn’t notice the alarm that crossed his face when he saw you crying.

All you knew was that your face was soon in his hands as his thumbs wiped the tears off your face.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for how I reacted. I guess I didn’t know how to react,” he said before sighing as he looked into your eyes.

You sniffled, unable to stop sobbing. Sweet Pea sighed before he embraced you.

“Y/N, you know my experience with fathers. I didn’t have the best life growing up. I’ve never belonged. I never thought I’d settle much less have a kid. But I’ll be damned if I become my old man and abandon my woman and child when they need me the most.”

Hope flared in your chest. “You mean, you want to keep the baby?”

He smiled. “You bet I do. After all, the little rugrat will have your beauty and brains and hopefully, only my brawn.”

You laughed as you pulled him in for a hug. “We’ll make it work, Sweets.”

“I know, Princess.”


SUNLIGHT streamed in the room, causing you to wake and turn to face Sweet Pea, who was still snoring softly and completely oblivious to the world.

You looked at him and felt your heart swell with love. Even though he was initially scared by your pregnancy, he never once forgot his duties as father-to-be.

You still remembered the times he held your hair back and rubbed your back soothingly after you had morning sickness.

You giggled when you thought about the times he got up in the middle of the night to bring you food you craved, wrinkling his nose as you savoured vanilla ice-cream and pickles. Or the times he returned home to massage your sore feet and calves before making you dinner.

The most incredible moment you both shared was in the doctor’s office during your first ultrasound. Sweet Pea’s reaction when he saw your unborn child was one of utter joy.

As soon as you left, he scooped you in his arms and swung you around, laughing.

“We’re having a baby!” he had exclaimed.

When you had entered your fifth month, Fangs and Toni had thrown you and Sweet Pea a small get together.

“So, you two think of names yet?” Fangs asked.

“Not yet. Besides, we still don’t know the baby’s gender,” you replied.

“I have an idea,” the other man said, looking slyly to Sweet Pea. “How about, Sweet Potato.”

Toni spit out her drink while Sweet Pea glared angrily at his friend.

You pretended to think about it. “It could work. Is that your only offering, Godfather? What do you think, Godmother Toni?”

Fangs’ eyes widened as did Toni’s.

“You mean, you chose us to be godparents?” Fangs asked tentatively.

“Of course! You guys are family. Although, fair warning, Toni. You’re sharing the godmother title with Veronica,” you said.

The pink-haired girl smiled. “Not even Miss New York can keep me from spoiling my future grandchild. Besides, someone has to watch out for the little one or Fangs will end up teaching them something stupid.”

Lost in the memory, you smiled as you looked back at your beau and laid a gentle kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed, squirming as another contraction hit.

You had been getting minor contractions throughout the night but didn’t want to worry Sweet Pea for no reason.

Sighing, you moved into the kitchen to make coffee and as you fiddled with the coffee maker, a pair of arms wound around your waist. Sweet Pea’s scent engulfed you as he kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder.

His hands moved to caress your stomach lovingly.

“Morning, Princess,” he said.

“Good morning, my love. Sleep well?”

“Mmm,” he said before nuzzling his face in your neck. He turned you to face him and bent down on a knee, kissing your stomach as he murmured to your child.

You were perfectly content to enjoy this period of domesticity but fate had other plans. Contractions, followed by your water breaking, left you in frenzy as Sweet Pea bundled you in Fangs’ pick-up and drove you to the hospital.

He held your hand the entire time, murmuring words like “I’m here, baby”, “I love you” and “Just hold on” and upon reaching the hospital, snarled at the staff to “help his woman”.

After what seemed like hours, you were finally in the delivery room, nurses and doctors on hand while Sweet Pea sat by your side, your hand in his.

“Sweets, I love you,” you said, even as pain radiated through your body.

“Baby, I love you too. I’m here for you, hold on to me however damn hard you have to. Okay? I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”

You nodded, sweat on your forehead as you struggled to push. Having Pea there bolstered your resolve and after an eternity, the wails of a newborn were heard in the room.

You were a mess and you looked over to the doctor holding your child.

“Congratulations! You have a baby girl,” she said with a smile as she handed you your child.

You gazed in the face of the little angel who had hair like her father and your features. Your heart melted as Pea moved beside you.

His expression was one of amazement.

“We have a daughter, Pea,” you told him. To your shock, his eyes filled with tears as his body was wracked with sobs.

“Sweets? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “I just…a daughter. I have a daughter. And she’s beautiful.”

Sweet Pea looked at you, his eyes warm and full of love. “Y/N, you’re the only reason I live but today, you gave me another.”

Your heart burst with happiness as he wrapped his arms around you, your precious girl tucked between her parents.

The next few hours flew by as your daughter was the centre of attention. Your friends stopped by bearing gifts and gave their best wishes.

Surprisingly, even your Mum came to see you before you fell into a deep sleep. As you woke from your slumber, you were greeted with the sight of Sweet Pea cradling your daughter in his arms, rocking her gently.

You watched them for a while before you spoke. “Any thoughts on what we should name her?”

He looked at you and smiled. “Your option was pretty good.”

“Maya Barrett (L/N) it is.”

Sweet Pea rose from his chair and handed Maya to you before sitting next to you, a nervous expression on his face.

“I’ve been thinking. I wanted to do this for a long time but it never seemed appropriate. Y/N, you’ve given me everything I could ever need. You gave me a daughter and now, I just can’t imagine life without you both. What I’m trying to say is, will you consider marrying me, Princess?”

You had not felt more elated. “Yes, Sweets. I will marry you.”

His lips were on yours before you knew it. Just then, you remembered something he had told you a while ago.

“Remember when you told me you didn’t belong? You were wrong, Sweets. You do belong. You belong right here, with Maya and I.”

His eyes softened.

“You’re right. I can finally call someone my own. I’m glad it’s you, Y/N, and our child.”

In Your Arms

Prompt request: what about like tony stark my MANS is having a bad day so he needs cuddles and he awkwardly asks reader if he could be lil spoon and ofc he ends up passing out like best sleep he ever had in readers arms (already established relationship btw,,, maybe ready is his wife?) and then reader falls asleep too and when they wake-up natasha has #IronCuddles trending on twitter. thanks sm!!! i live for fluffy tony fics and u write the best!

Characters: Tony Stark, gender neutral reader

Warnings: none

A/N: @gazebros you are a literal ANGEL for waiting so long for this fic! I hope you like it! 

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Tony rubbed his eyes wearily as he stumbled through the halls of the Avenger Tower. The day’s mission had left him physically wiped and emotionally drained. All he wanted to do was collapse in a pile of soft blankets and Egyptian cotton sheets and forget about the troubles of the day.


He didn’t want to be alone.

Instead of making his way to his luxurious room, he found his feet following an invisible, magnetic path to yours. Despite being Tony Stark’s significant other for almost a year, you weren’t quite ready to move in with him.

Without even thinking, Tony carefully turned the doorknob and tiptoed inside. The lights were off except for the faint glow of the TV screen. Tony grinned as a trashy reality show played a lullabye for your sleeping form.

He slipped off his shoes and shirt and sank onto the bed. You stirred, opening your eyes at the intrusion. A sleepy smile overtook your face as you realized who had woken you up.

“Hey baby,” you hummed, your voice taking on a gravely quality. “M’glad you came back safe.” You held up the blankets behind you, inviting Tony to take his usual spot as the big spoon.

Tony tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wanted to be comforted tonight, not be the comforter, but he didn’t know how to ask.

“Actually…I, uh…” he stuttered. His eyes darted nervously around the room, and he could feel his throat closing up.

You quickly sat up, and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you,” you whispered, touching his nose with yours.

Tony sighed into your embrace, relishing in the warmth of your breath against his skin. “Love you too.”

You scooted back and pulled Tony down in front of you, wrapping one arm around his waist. Tony quickly nestled into your embrace, tucking his body under the plush blanket. The tension in his body visibly melted as you peppered soft kisses against his shoulder blades. You could feel his heartbeat slow as his breathing evened out. Smiling against his skin, you felt your own eyes close as you both drifted off to sleep.


You probably would have slept until noon had your phone not woken you up. A barrage of dinging caused you to groan as notification after notification kept pouring in.

Tony mumbled under his breath as he opened his eyes. You both giggled as you unwrapped yourself from each other’s arms.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in ages,” Tony sighed contentedly. He pulled you on top of him for a kiss as another notification dinged on your phone.

You glared at the offending object on the end table as you broke away from Tony’s kiss. “I’m going to shoot whoever is texting me,” you promised. Tony smirked as you grabbed your phone and unlocked it.

Your jaw dropped open as you finally saw what all the commotion was about. “Uhhh, Tony?” You held the phone up to his face.

On Twitter, the hashtag “IronCuddles” was trending, along with a picture of you and Tony snuggled together in bed.

“What the-?” Tony asked. “Who?”

“Take one guess,” you prompted. Tony looked back up at the original tweeter and scoffed.

“Geez, I wonder who BlackWidow4ever could be,” he groaned.

You both stared at your slightly open door and shouted,


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whizeacres  asked:

Congratulations on 500!! Sorry about the vague and nondescript prompt but I would LOVE to see your take on an idea I had yesterday. Basically it's Harry & Draco as Hogwarts professors and they were the only two staff members to get the train to Hogwarts (obvs before he students) and they end up sharing a cabin on the train and you can make it cute or angsty or whatever you feel like , I would just love to see YOU write this :) x

Is it bad form to answer an ask with a 3.7k word response? Probably. Oh well! I really hope you enjoy this (it took me long enough to finish. I’m going to cross-post this on ao3, so the link should be here.

Without further ado, here you go!

For the millionth time since leaving the Headmistress’ office in May, Harry wondered if he was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if he’s had much choice however, as he was incapable of saying no to his old professor.

He never intended on becoming a professor. He’d had enough terrible ones in his time at Hogwarts that he was turned off from the profession. But again, after his accident, he’d had little choice. Three years of Auror training and two years in the field had left Harry with nothing but nightmares, lingering depression, and a half-working leg.

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So, this year has been a doozy–from a whirlwind, non-stop work schedule with insane hours, to buying a house, moving, and then immediately needing to do renovation repairs, it’s been a super stressful and annoyingly hectic year. 

I’ve not been able to write as much as I wanted, and I’ve had time to read even less. And I VERY MUCH miss both! I don’t often ask for fic recs since I always feel bad for probably not having time to sit down and actually read them… 

BUT! I get two weeks holiday vacation from work at the end of the year! So now I need ALL THE THINGS to read! 

Send me your favorite Dragon Age smutty literature–no preference for pairing (though extra brownie points if it features one my babes: Alistair, Fenris, or Cullen–in particular). I’d prefer one-shots OR your favorite smutty chapters of a long fic. Can be from your favorite fanfic writer or a shameless plug of your own work. Whatevs. I just–I NEED the smut! You can send them via ask or by replying to this post!

I plan to soak in my brand new bathtub and read while live-blogging my reactions. Heheheheh! Block the tag #peach’s smut-reading extravaganza or #PSRE if you don’t want to see it!

Thanks in advance for your fanfic recommendations! 

anonymous asked:

I felt so bad for Varian, but at the same time, why else could Rapunzel have done? Either way, for better or worse this is going to grow Varian up big time. Also, thoughts on Nigel? I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to think he’s just the semi-annoying advisor or something more sinister... it bugged me that he was the one who ordered Varian out. I get Duke of Wesseltown vibes from him whenever he talks “If we don’t do something soon we’re all going to freeze to death!”

Yes, it’s definitely not Rapunzel’s fault that she had to choose between duty and a promise. I feel really bad for her, though, because she’s going to blame herself for this.

Nigel has been Frederic’s trusted adviser for a long time, possibly longer than Rapunzel’s been alive. He knows how the kingdom works better than she does, but he doesn’t have the power to make decisions. There’s nothing villainous about him, in my mind. He was just pressing her for a decision because the situation was dire. He has a lot of authority around the castle, including keeping the royalty emotionally safe. (He’s also the one who shut the doors and said, “No more interviews,” when it was clear that Rapunzel couldn’t handle it any more.) He’s just doing his appointed job.

anonymous asked:

Do you think about what WHook did after Grothel left and he was alone with the baby, Do you think he hesitated walking over to her and when he finally did, he looked down into that beautiful little face and instantly fell in love, because I do.

Hey there, Nonnie,

Before I answer this ask, I just want to say one thing…

Originally posted by gif-weenus

These episodes gave me SO MANY FEELS!

(Obligatory statement that must, unfortunately, go here, because there are many who are focusing on the negative and bad feelings the episode(s) created - as is their right, and I begrudge them not - but this answer, and my perspective going forward, will be to focus on the fun, heartfelt, all-the-feels moments we received)

Back to our regularly scheduled ask…

I did think about those first few moments, Nonnie. A maelstrom of emotion swirling within the heart, mind, and soul of this fearsome pirate who’d had nothing to live for except his revenge for CENTURIES, coming face-to-face with his life flashing before his eyes in the existence of this child. 

His child.

A child that had just been abandoned by a cold, heartless, evil woman. The woman who had given her life, and then tossed her away. Traded her for a means of escape, leaving her behind to an unknown fate - boy, I bet that struck a nerve, don’t you think?

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anonymous asked:

Regarding your last question, should we get an episode where it is Tweek tending to Craig? I really feel bad for asking for more creek when they have given us so much and I know they are not main characters but we all wanna see the affectionate side of Creek... like them going on a PROPER date. We had a lot from heiman but creek is more popular. But yea, what do you think?

nah i agree, on one hand i dont wanna be greedy since theyve given us amazing content but on the other….hh i wanna be selfish and ask for more

if heiman, which has become a terrible terrible toxic relationship can STILL get screentime, i don’t think me asking for some creek goodness is so wrong

anonymous asked:

I need help ASAP I need out of my house but i can’t support myself and I don’t know what to do since I don’t have friends or family who will help support me my mom keeps trying to diagnose me with things I don’t have because of my autism symptoms and keeps yelling at me when I tell her how It’s related to autism and I need out of this house I feel so unsafe and have had panic attacks 3 days ina row because of this I’ve started to hide all symptoms I have and I’m so scared to leave my room

I’m the last anon about my mother and I need it answer seriously as soon as possible, I’m 19 but I cannot support myself but I NEED out of my house so bad I’m so tired of her trying to diagnose me with ocd, personality disorders and all that when she knows I’m autistic and refuses to look at all the signs and symptoms it’s so scary and isolating

The first thing you need to do is take a few moments to breathe. Ground and calm yourself down.

Then start making lists.
What do you want to bring with you from your own room? 
What do you want to bring with you from other rooms?
Do you have pets to look after?

Just list them all and start packing things away, you can often find banana boxes at grocery stores, those you can fill easily. 

Do you have any money at all saved up? Depending on how much you have, either get a storage locker to stow your stuff in for now while you stay at a homeless shelter or find a motel to live in while you go apartment hunting.

Apply for welfare or any benefits you can think of, I’m not aware of the laws surrounding this where you are, but this might mean you need to have a PO box.

Try to find a job. Even if it’s two hours a week picking up trash it’ll help.


lily can’t shut up about ~writing~ part whatever:
  • So, usually I write stories loosely based on real events–mine or someone elses’. Other times, I write little stories that are more sketches than stories where I build a space in which nothing really happens. But this week I wrote a story that was wholly made up, none of it had happened to me or anyone I knew, and it’s not finished yet and it’s not gonna win the O.Henry award or whatever but it’s NOT bad and I felt a new feeling that I can’t quite express, it was really satisfying.
  • This one day in my short story workshop we were talking about a James Joyce story (whatever) and how he uses certain words that if other people used them they might sound flowery or contrived or self-conscious and this one guy in class asked like, how you know what words to use then, like how do you use the right words? And I wanted to be like…you just…use the right words dude. And I don’t mean that to make fun of him, I mean it in the sense of gratitude at the feeling for that. Whatever flaws and deficiencies I have as a writer, I know if words are right and can hear if they’re wrong, a false note.
  • I actually take most writing feedback/criticism well, even from men, even from old men who don’t seem aware that female novelists exist, but about this story the other night my professor said that like he thought this one woman character was going to come on to the narrator and could I maybe address that possibility earlier in the story? and for once I couldn’t bring myself to just file it away under ‘no’ in my brain, I said that I didn’t see what benefit there was to a story in explicitly precluding other interpretations, but what I wanted to actually say was that I trust my narrator to understand the tenor of her interactions and trust myself to express them in a way that makes them understood to the readers I want
OUAT rewatch: 2x07 “Child of the moon”, 2x08 “Into the deep” and 2x09 “Queen of hearts”

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We binged a bit this weekend… and my daughter is still totally enthralled which is a pleasure to watch.

She absolutely enjoys how srong women are portrayed on the show, Snow and Red fighting the Queen’s knights (and later, the princess squad fighting Cora’s zombies) really impressed her. 

I asked her if she thinks Regina will become good or be bad again she said it looks like she’s gonna be good, but she’s not sure. Same for Rumple… she said, “looks like he wants to help… but it’s Rumple, so…”

I’m astounded how her feelings about Killian mirror so much my own feelings I had back then… every time he does something bad, like attacking Belle, taking Aurora’s heart and siding with Cora again, she moans, “noooo what the hell are you doing,you’re supposed to become a good guy, come on…” She had no mercy whatsoever at the CS fight scene - when Killian had Emma on her back, she cheered on Emma, “Come on, just kick him in the balls!”

When Emma and Snow finally got home, she was a little upset when the portal closed: “But wait, the pirate needs to get to Storybrooke, too? They’re supposed to fall in love?” Also, she’s upset every time the episode ends, “just one more, pleeeease?”

Off to 2B!

senshiofmom  asked:

Top 10 sailor Moon Monster of the week

10. Screaming violin woman (093)

9. Pegasus hits the gym (143)

8. WHAT the ACTUAL HELL (151)

7. An 80s stripper who also happens to be a shoe (106)

6. Me (114)

5. The animation department had a lot of extra pink paint (174)

4. An elephant vacuum cleaner, but like in a sexy way (094)

3. My breasts are two small screaming snowmen (038)

2. Ball Family (132, 140, 146)

1. A straight-up, actual volcano (067)


laila attempts to come out as bi(sexual), but her mom hears bai.

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”


This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.


There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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“He was lost, Cas. Our last hunt, he almost didn’t make it back and said he saw Billie.”

“He saw Billie?” Castiel parroted. They were both still in the war room in the bunker, the aftermath of recent events still fresh and new in their minds as Sam recounted what happened while Castiel had been “away.” 

“Yeah, and it wasn’t great.” Sam bit his lip. “Cas, When Mom disappeared…when you died. I think it broke him to a point where he couldn’t come back from it and deal with his grief. More than one night he’s had nightmares where I’d have to get him out and it’s always your name that’d he’d scream.”

“Grief is a complex emotion that is difficult to understand. The both of you have suffered with it greatly, but I have passed before.” Castiel paused, cognizant the statement should make no sense to anyone else except for the three of them. “He had been in grief then but had managed to find a way out. What made this time different?”

“I saw your wings, Cas.” A voice interrupted them from the threshold of the war room.

It clicked in Castiel’s head then. Understandable. "Dean.”

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through the infinite centuries and on
In the previous life and maybe the next too
We’re forever together.


Twitter doodles / Zero & X ft. suits

first two were like 1-2 am doodles based on the MMX3 manga where there’s a pic of X with a suit over his armor and the others are from this morning ~ I’d honestly spend the day doing this silly things but college. Anyway for those who missed it, here you go.