ＥＸＯ ＲＥＡＣＴＩＯＮ: their best friend says they should date
I really liked your BTS reaction to their bff being single. Could I request a BTS and/or Exo (whichever you have the most inspiration for, or both if you have tons of it) reaction to their bff having been complaining about that and then randomly saying (jokingly or otherwise) that the two of them should date? Up to you if the member likes their bff or not. Sorry if it sucks!!
a/n: these were all done as them all having interest in you bc i can’t bring myself to write rejection ;v;
Minseok sipped at his coffee while you complained about your relationship status. “Enjoy it. When you settle down with somebody you won’t be able to walk around in your underwear,“ he chuckled, settling his mug down. “You don’t care when you come over and I’m in my underwear,” you mumbled, folding your arms over your chest. “I don’t,” he smiled. “Maybe I should date you,” you winked, making him nod. “Maybe you should.”
“What’re you doing?” Junmyeon asked when he saw you laid upside down on the sofa. “Trying to figure out what makes me so undateable,” you grumbled, making him laugh. “Don’t laugh at my misery,” you screwed up your face. He sat next to you and floded his arms over his chest.
“You’re not undateable…”
“Date me, then,”
“How’s the filming coming along?” you asked as you handed the mug over to Yixing. “Tomorrow should be the last day,” he informed happily, setting the cup down. “From what you’ve sent me, it looks good,” you praised, making him smile.
“The pictures you uploaded looked just as good. I hope it went well,” he raised a brow. “It was another fail,” you shrugged, sitting next to him. “I’m coming to the conclusion that I was born to be single forever,” you took a sip of your tea.
“The right one is out there,”
“He’s sat next to me,”
“What was that?”
“I’d really like to take you on a date… After you’re done filming.”
“I would love that.”
Another spoonful of soup was held up to your mouth, which you happily took. “You look like Rudolf,” Baekhyun laughed before blowing over the soup to cool it. “Stop,” you pouted, leaning your head forward. “The world’s cutest Reindeer,” he held up the spoon again.
“I bet this is what it’s like to have a partner,” you finished the soup and gave him a thankful smile. “I’m better than anybody you’ve ever been with,” he set the bowl on the floor and flopped next to you. “I should make you my boyfriend,” you giggled as he cupped your cheeks.
“Can I kiss you?”
“You’ll get sick…”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m going to be single forever,” you whined as you leaned back onto the bench. “Was it really that bad?” he asked, glancing to you. “They were impossible to talk to…” your head lolled back. “It’s okay,” he patted your knee. “I’ll be here to keep things exciting in your life,” he promised, making you giggle. “We should date. We’d make a good match,” you hummed, making him gasp. “You can read my mind?”
The sound of the guitar filled Chanyeol’s cozy studio. He’d invited you over to try and cheer up your mood after your rant on being single. When his fingers stopped against the strings of the guitar and you continued to stare at him, he waved his hand in front of your face. “You alright?” he asked.
“Sorry, I was just thinking what you’d be like as a boyfriend.”
“I’d be okay?” “Can I test that out? I really want to take you on a date.”
His cheeks tinted red, so he lowered his head “Of course you can.”
Kyungsoo agreed to act as your partner at a family dinner, saving you from another ‘you should be settling down’ lecture. His hand rested on your back as he conversed with your family, speaking of his job, and praising the food. They seemed to believe it, as they all fussed over you.
As the evening winded down, your family moves to sit around the house to make small talk with eachother. He lead you outside, the cold air felt amazing against your warm skin. “They’re fun. Not bad at cooking either,” he spoke softly. “Be my partner for real, then. Come with me to every dinner,” you chuckled. “I’d be honoured,” he whispered, arm wrapping around your waist.
Jongin has spammed you with texts, informing you that the members were going out, so the two of you could have a movie night. He picked you up and took you to the store, filling up the cart with as many snacks and goodies as possible. “You’re forgetting these. No movie night is complete without these,” he grinned, dropping your favourite sweets into the cart. “Why can’t everyone I go on dates with be like yoou. Why can’t you be my boyfriend?” you groaned, piling the snacks into his arms for him to approve of. “Because you haven’t asked me yet.”
The room spun as you and Sehun finished the last of your drinks. “We have so much fun together,” he slurred with a grin. “I know…” you laid next to him, trying to cool your blushing cheeks. “We should start dating.”
“You want to date me?” he asked, eyes widening. “Is that a bad thing?” you frowned, only to be cut off by his laughing. “I thought the day would never come!” he exclaimed, pulling you into him.
B99 + Cooking Class AU: in which Kevin is a renowned but jaded food critic, who starts teaching a cooking class in an attempt to rediscover his love for food.
Kevin had been chief food critic for The New York Times for over a decade, had published four best-selling cookbooks, and had appeared as a guest judge in hundreds of Iron Chef episodes. He had attained everything he once wanted as a culinary student (and more), yet he found himself unhappy; eating was no longer a joy, reviewing restaurants seemed like a chore, and appearing on TV felt unbearably fake.
After a great deal of coaxing from his husband, he finally decides to take a sabbatical from the Times. He spends the first couple months of this break vacationing in Paris with Raymond and returns to New York considerably less burnt out.
It takes another few weeks of soul searching, but he finally settles on starting a small beginner/intermediate cooking class for adults outside of the culinary arts field. (He isn’t quite ready to face pretentious aspiring professionals just yet, and he knows there’s a special sort of joy in helping someone make a perfect soft boiled egg for the first time.)
The students of his class all sign up for different reasons:
Charles had been following Kevin’s career since his grandmother had given him a Times subscription for his twelfth birthday.
Terry just wants to learn how to make healthy, delicious meals for his babies.
Amy’s convinced taking this class will help her get to know her boss, Kevin’s husband.
Gina saw Kevin on Food Network once and is convinced this is her in for meeting celebrities.
Jake had been dragged there by Gina and “wasn’t interested in this stupid cooking class at all” – until he saw Amy from outside the kitchen doors.
✾ you should have known confessions with Seongwoo was going to be cliche
“Yah, you idiot, how can you burn pizza rolls?” you laughed at your best friend as you watched him try to savage what was left of the pizza rolls.
“At least I didn’t poison myself by eating expired hot cheetos” Seongwoo shot back, giving you a playful glare causing you to laugh more.
Movie nights at Seongwoo’s did not always go as plan. They actually almost never go as planned. Either you run out of snacks, someone breaks something, the movie sucks or something happens causing you two to do something else instead.
“So what are we doing this time Ong” you asked as you popped a piece of candy in your mouth waiting for him to give up on the pizza rolls. It’s actually quite funny watching an almost grown man screaming over pizza rolls and how they were too hot to hold but you were a good friend, knowing that you should stop him from burning himself with pizza rolls.
“Run to the convenience store to get more pizza rolls, duh” he replied making an ugly face that only he could make look cute. Wait, you take that back, he was not cute he was Seongwoo. Aka your totally not cute, meme lord best friend. Psh, not your crush or anything.
Being the logical, sane and great best friend you were, you kindly pointed outside to the stormy clouds and the sprinkle of rain. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Since when did I ever have good ideas” Seongwoo shot back grabbing two of his hoodies and throwing one at you. You gave him an ‘are you crazy look’ before deciding that it was best not to argue with him now, especially if he was hungry for pizza rolls
“Come on loser, we’re walking to the store together” he said dragging your ass out in the cold. You looked up in the sky and prayed for the rain not to come down any harder but since you had the worst luck, the sky rumbled even louder causing you to sigh. Stupid Ong and his stupid ideas. Stupid you for actually following his stupid ideas because of his handsome face.
By the time you actually got to the store, your hoodies were wet but at least you weren’t soaked yet. You grabbed three bags of pizza rolls for your dearest Seongwoo since you knew that idiot was going to burn the first batch, eat the second batch and repeat the same process over again a few hours later.
“Anything else you want Ong?” you asked as you approach the cash register to pay. As you said that, a wild Seongwoo appeared with multiple bags of chips and cookies. You swore if this was an anime you would have the huge sweat drop on your forehead right now.
“And that will 35.69” the lady behind the cash register said and you’re just like ‘damn pizza rolls are expensive’. While you were about to take some money out to pay as usual, Seongwoo slipped his card to the lady and paid causing you to look up at him impressed.
“Wow the great and cheap Ong Seongwoo actually paid for food” you praised sarcastically as you clapped for him. He let out a dry ‘haha’ before grabbing the bags and walking away. Before he could leave you pointed out the obvious that Seongwoo could not see for himself.
“It’s still raining idiot”
“Your pizza rolls are going to get soggy and we’re gonna catch a cold”
“Oh yeah, wait here” he said handing you the bags and running to the back of the store to grab something. Like you could go anywhere. You were too smart for that shit.
“Ta-da” Seongwoo said coming back with a yellow umbrella. The two of your proceeded to walk back to his place with a umbrella so you two weren’t absolutely soaking wet. It was a comfortable silence until you broke it a block before you got there.
“You know, you could have saved 15 dollars if you had grabbed a umbrella before we left” you pointed out while looking up at him. He shrugged.
“And do you know that life would be easier if you just returned my feelings” Seongwoo said unconsciously making you stop dead in your tracks. You heard a little scream and a wet Seongwoo coming back by your side since you held the umbrella.
“What did you say?” you asked.
“I just basically said that I like you dumbass” he responded casual. He was trying to play it off cool but you could tell by how red his ears were that he was embarrassed.
“So you’re meaning to tell me that we could have been something more a long time ago while ago”
“Well yea- wait are you admitting that you like me too?”
The two of you stood there staring at each other while the rain fell. The tension that built up broke when you dropped the yellow umbrella and Seongwoo wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss.
The bright yellow umbrella laid there on the ground as you two made out in the rain. You nasties. The first words you heard after the kiss was broken were “god damit the pizza rolls wet”.
“You idiot, there’re safe inside the bag”
“But why did you say they would get soggy”
“Because I didn’t want to walk in the rain duh”
“Hey, if we didn’t then we couldn’t have had a cliche kiss in the rain right now”
“Victor, can I tell you a secret?” Yuuri asks with vodka seeping from every breath he exhales, with his hand slipping up Victor’s shirt at a varying pace, first slow, then fast, then slow again, as though he can’t decide what to do.
Victor touches Yuuri’s ankle with his foot, shifts closer to him until he’s about to fall off of the barstool. Phichit and Christophe are sitting nearby, but ever since Yuuri had one shot too many, he’d been locked in his own little world with Victor. “You can tell me anything.”
Then, he’s struggling to get his phone out of his pocket. Victor reaches a hand to help him, and as soon as their skin touches Yuuri grips his hand, lacing their fingers while holding the phone with his left hand. He places it on the bar, then opens the internet. “I’ve gotta show you… I never showed you. I don’t think I ever showed you.”
He leans closer, nuzzles his neck. “Showed me what?”
“This,” he says, and then taps on something. “I used to…” A blush flushes across his cheeks and Victor kisses him. He tastes of alcohol and something sweet, something he can’t quite name. “You know how I liked you?” Their joint hands move to Victor’s thigh and rest there. “Before I met you?”
He’s aware that Yuuri was a fan, and he nods.
“I used to write,” Yuuri is saying, and pushing the phone towards him. “Do you see this one? Five thousand kudos, Vitya. Five thousand. And it’s… I loved you then, and I love you now. I loved you so much and I wrote about you but now I don’t have to ‘cause I have you.”
Victor blinks, stares at the phone screen.
From Russia With Love by vicchanfan202
Relationship: Victor Nikiforov/Reader
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Coffee Shop, Self-Insert, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Hardcore Smut but there’s plot I promise, (My first fic!!! be nice plz), Misuse of whipped cream, Explicit Sex, kitchen sex, strawberries in all the wrong places, sex in a lot of places lol, Food Kink, Praise Kink, BDSM (Probably), Gold Kink, Sugar Daddy, Temperature Play, Male Original Characters, Female Original Characters, Daddy Kink
Words: 217891 Chapters: 12/12 Kudos: 5027
Victor Nikiforov is on top of the world–he possesses beauty, medals, fame. Everything but love. When he bumps into a young man at a coffee shop, everything changes.
“Do you like it?” Yuuri asks, and his thigh presses more firmly against Victor’s as he shifts closer.
Victor swallows thickly. “Yuuri, I…”
“I used to write them in Japanese, but Phichit beta’d this one for me,” he explains, then hiccups, then yawns. He wraps his free arm around Victor’s shoulders and leans on him, burying his head in his chest.
“You have a daddy kink? And a praise kink? And a… What does strawberries in all the wrong places mean?”
Yuuri moves a hand to his ass.
Victor clears his throat. “Tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’re going to have a talk about why you haven’t told me these things.”
He giggles. “My legs are asleep. So’s my face.”
He chuckles and cups Yuuri’s cheek, using his free hand to open up the fanfiction on his phone. He copies the link, texts it to himself. “Your face is asleep?”
Yuuri nods, yawns. “Let me tell you about the story, okay? It’s a…” His brows furrow in concentration, as though he can’t remember what he was going to say. “There’s smut, right, but–”
“Sex, like a lot of it. I think there’s, like, nine sex scenes in the second chapter. The relationship develops quickly. But the plot,” he says, and pokes Victor’s chest. “It’s all about the plot.”
“Nine sex scenes in one chapter?”
Yuuri hums. “Not all sex, but like sex, you know?”
“I don’t know. I really, really don’t know.”
“I’ll explain, no worries. Phichit, do you remember From Russia With Love?” He turns to his friend.
Phichit’s eyes widen with recognition, his pupils dart back and forth between Victor and Yuuri. “You told Victor about your smutty self-insert fanfiction that hit five thousand kudos?”
“Remember the strawberry scene?” Yuuri prompts.
Phichit pales. “I’ll never forget the strawberry scene.”
“We’re going home, and I’m finding that strawberry scene,” Victor states, taking Yuuri’s hand and leading him towards the door.
“There’s another part with chocolate syrup–that’s where the temperature play comes in.”
~ The following morning
“What happened last night?” Yuuri asks, stepping into the kitchen and seeing a pack of freshly-bought strawberries sitting on the kitchen counter.
members: jimin, oc - reader / ft. hoseok (& others)
genre: smut, fluff
warnings: language, oral, praise kink, food play i guess ?? but not really
Your constant craving for sweets seemed to finally give you more than just a mouthful of cavities.
a/n: this what happens when i can’t think of anything but that damn gif of jimin sucking on that lollipop. enjoy candy shop employee chim chim i hate myself so much for this and i barely proof read dis im sorry
“Welcome to Candy Corner where you can satisfy all your sweet tooth cravings.” A voice called out after the bell from the door went off, signaling your arrival. The voice was bored and it sounded as though the person speaking was being held against their will. You smiled, already knowing who to expect as you approached the front counter.
“God, it’s you. Didn’t you already buy out all the sour patch kids two nights ago?” Yoongi accused as his eyes met yours.
“That was two nights ago, I finished the batch and am here to move onto Kit Kat bars.” You explained as though it was common sense. Yoongi’s stare was blank and he continued to show complete disinterest in the current topic. After the constant banter between the two of you, you realized Yoongi didn’t have much of an interest in candy. “Wow, you really light up the place huh?” You sarcastically remarked as he continued to drum his fingers on the marble counter. Yoongi scoffed before shooing you away over to the chocolate bar aisle, a small smile playing on his lips. You gave him a thumbs up and wink before turning and making your way to the aisle you knew best.
Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned), Helena Spencer (OC - mentioned)
Pairing: AU Dean x Reader
Warnings: Implied smut, innocent state of udressed, talk of guns, deaths, the usual for this series.
Word Count: 4300ish
A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.
This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)
A soft moan fell from your lips as you started to come to, you reached out next to you to only touch the floor, and your eyes fluttered open. You sat up looking around you. The room was still warm from the sparks burning in the fireplace and his pillow was still ruffled beside you.
The memory of last night entered your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had been so different than what you had thought he would be. Good different. Gentler and more caring. You had no doubt in your mind that it hadn’t been a one night thing to him either. He was here somewhere. You looked around the room, spotting his button up shirt from last night and you pulled it on, before getting off the floor in search of Dean.
You smiled when you found him standing by the stove in the kitchen. He was wearing jeans and nothing else, giving you a free view of his naked back. He was gorgeous, and it took every ounce of self control you possessed, not to simply walk across the room and touch him. You weren’t sure whether you were allowed to behave like that with him just yet, so instead you spoke.
“Good Morning,” you smiled at him when he turned around with a huge grin on his face. His eyes traveled your body, and you felt the heat form in your cheeks as he approached you.
“Morning Agent,” Dean spoke softly with a teasing glimmer in his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, and pressing his lips to yours. It didn’t take long for you to return his affection, or for you to feel a little light headed from his attention.¨
When I say I love you I do not mean it as a place to rest and build walls where you may lean and place pictures, a prison for your legs, a cell to pass your life tricked from roaming. Rather as a thing said that may pass or spark, and in sparking may evaporate, may consume, may snuff, may nothing. And nothing is often the outcropping of love, a twig snapped off. I say I love you on impulse, as I would blink, or shift my arm involuntarily, and this is known and important, to recognize the unthinking that is so much part. I praise the food I eat as I rip and chew. Would you become food for me, a meal where I know myself better, I should betray myself. I say I love you as a means to cast off and fly, a way to open myself to pain, knowing no love is eternal or perfect or meant, and this is better as it is random. Random love is best of all, even if short lived, as all greatness is short. The sunset. The shot of whiskey. The orgasm. The victory. Everything. Only dullness is long and enduring, and I have loved you better than to stay consistent, as a pile of bricks, rather than a rush of blood.
You glanced at your phone and contemplated whether to join them or not. Your roommate was out of town visiting her family, so you were all by yourself. The first few days were very pleasant. Nobody who was nagging at you and telling you to do stuff, but after some time you started to miss her. It was always fun when she was around and even loathsome tasks like cleaning became enjoyable.
Your eyes wandered from the pile of papers to your books and notes which were spread out on the table. Just thinking about how much work you had ahead of you, made you feel nauseated. Although chicken wasn’t exactly your favorite dish, it suddenly sounded very appealing. Anything, but studying, you thought. It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, but you messaged them back, telling him you’d be there in a few.
Over the past few weeks you had grown quite close to the boys. You bumped into them almost every day and everywhere, in the hallway, the elevator, the entrance.
Also, Christian wasn’t lying when he said he liked running at night. From that day onwards you would occasionally come across him after your shift at the restaurant and you two would walk the short path home together.
Daehyeon smiled as she sat on the couch, the smallest of victories were big for her. She picked up the little stuffed animal and cuddled it close to her body. Kibum smiled as he entered the living room “hello my sweet princess” he cooed as he sat down beside her. She showed him her toy before he patted her head. You soon came into view with your bags in hand and he soon reached over and picked her up. “Mommy has to say bye bye, can we say bye bye” he hummed as you excitedly waved at your daughter as she leaned against her father. “Be safe” you tell him “you too” he responded as he looked around for a camera and soon met up with it and turned you away from it, he pressed a sweet kiss onto your lips “love you” he hummed as your daughter reached over for you “honey mommy is going out” he told her as you had a sad look onto your face “don’t worry, I got her” he promised as you kissed her cheek and grabbed your bags and you headed off.
“Hello I am Kim Kibum also known as Key of Shinee” Kibum excitedly comments. “I have one child…at least for now” he jokes. “Kim Daehyeon” he spoke as she looked up at him “she’s 8 months” he told “cute and calm” he continues. “My wife was a fan of Shinee when I met her. Now that she knows us that dreamy picture of us has changed” he laughs at his words. “She is a florist and a little older than I am. She’s really cute too" he continues on with his list. “We’ve been married 2 years after being set up by friends-“ a squeal left his daughter’s lips as she moved in his lap “I guess you want me to stop talking about mommy so much?” he coos as she cuddled into him more.
“Such a cute little butt” he coos as his daughter play with a tiy that sat on the couch while he had gotten up to get her a diaper. Unlike many dads, he was very much an active one. Diapers, baby food, bottles, baths. He knew what he was doing. But being famous often got in the way of that. Practice, tour, fan signings, recordings delayed his daughter and him quality bonding. He applied ointment onto her skin before putting a diaper on her. “I wonder what mommy left us to do” he hummed as he pulled up the list of things you had texted him. “For today, swimming class and making dinner for you” he told her. “Tomorrow the farmers market and learning how to actually make your baby food” he says as he smiles. You had been making baby food for awhile. Fruits and veggies were your specialty, always finding the best blend for your daughter’s picky mouth. Meat wasn’t Daehyeong’s favorite thing.
Kibum smiled at the little pool rings and hot tubs that filled the room. “This is gonna be so interesting" he hummed as he quickly changed her. He soon let her touch the water and she instantly curled up letting out a slight cry as Kibum put a ring on her and gently put her in the tub. She let out a cry before Kibum stuck his finger in and let her grip it while she “swam” soon enough she was smiling and her father was super happy. He leaned on the tub as he smiled at her little head being supported by the floaty as she spun around with ease.
Class seemed to fly by as he was soon having her curl into him “mommy picks the best things for you” he cooed as he finished bundling her up and they headed off for dinner. “I don’t feel like cooking” he said as he patted her rear “so daddy will eat and feed you a bottle until we get home and we’ll have a good jar of baby food” he told her as he headed into a little cafe. She instantly let out a noise when she looked around noticing the food others were eating while Kibum gave her a bottle. She pointed at the food on the neighboring table “no no” he said as he soon put the bottle into her mouth. She grabbed his finger as he fed her. He wiped any milk that ran down her cheek before smiling. “You must really like this stuff” he comments as he kissed her head and cleaned her off before he out her into the highchair. She instantly began drifting off as Kibum came back with food and pulled his jacket off and put her head against it as she slept in the chair letting her father eat in peace.
His four months on the show flew by, his daughter celebrated her dol this week. When she was picking her fortune she chose a pencil meaning she would be destined to be scholarly which made Kibum very happy.
‘Why did you get so happy when your daughter picked a pencil?’ He was asked as he smiled “I don’t want my daughter to be famous” he answered as he crossed his legs. “Fame is so hard and I never want my daughter to struggle with her health, physical and mental” he continued. “Fame only gets you so far, your decisions after that point determine you” he sighed. “I would have been okay with her picking the microphone but a pencil seems like a better choice” he looked over at his daughter briefly “she has bloomed early many times. She walked before she crawled, she got up on the couch by figuring out that he dog steps help her get up. She said her first word at 9 months and it wasn’t mama or dada. It was fish of all things” he explains. “She is a brain child and I couldn’t be more happy with that” he finished.
“What sound does a doggy make?” he asked Daehyeon as they sat waiting for food. She let out a bark noise “ah so smart. How about a monkey?” he asked as she made the normal sound related to a monkey. “Right again” he praised as food was sat in front of them. “My little one is so smart” he exclaimed as he scooped pasta out for her. “Everyone will be so proud of you” he says as he stoked her face lightly.
Christmas music played lightly in the background as he smiled “I wonder what Santa will bring you” he says. “What is Santa bringing you?” he then mumbles as he didn’t even know what you had gotten for your daughter yet. “Well it shouldn’t matter as much as seeing all the friends you’ll be making” he tells her as she smiled at him “I think I’m more excited for adult conversation” he tells her. “You’ll have friends and daddy will have friends” he sighed at the thought. “Should be good for the both of us” he hummed.
“Her (the Wife) work in her house is an act of worship to Allah, and her doing her household duties and taking care of her children are an act of worship to Allah, so she is in a state of worship, in In Shaa Allah. So she should make the most of the time in order to remember Allah; it is permissible to remember Allah whilst preparing food, praise be to Allah.”
26. “The first time I met her she was hiding behind a sofa.”
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To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You felt like dying. But at least, if you died right here, you wouldn’t have to meet George’s family. You had met Ron, Ginny and Fred, even Percy you had met. You knew his parents were kind and sweet, but what if they didn’t like you?
George chuckled and rubbed your knee. “How are you holding up?” He grinned slightly.
“Oh I’m great. Is there a prize for holding everything together? Because I would win that.” You started to ramble.
“They’ll love you.” He smiled. “I mean, they love Ron. You aren’t worse.” You laughed at his joke, even though you liked Ron.
“You shouldn’t say that if he can hear you.” You chuckled.
“Like he could do something about it.” You shook your head and realized you stood in front of the door.
“You knock.” You said, rubbing your hands dry on your pants. George only chuckled at how nervous you were and knocked. Mrs. Weasley opened the door and smiled a smile you had never seen before, that bright.
“Hello George. And you must be Y/n.” She opened her arms and wrapped you in a very tight hug. You hugged back and smiled.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Mrs. Weasley.” You shyly said. She chuckled and hugged George.
“Not more than I’ve heard about you, dear.” She let George go and stepped back. “Please, come in. Dinner is ready.”
You walked inside and tried not to let your jaw drop. Their home was very cosy, it already felt a little bit like home.
“Your home is lovely, Mrs. Weasley.” You smiled politely.
“I’m glad you think so, but you two must be starving. Come on, let’s eat.”
The table was full, Even though Bill and Charlie weren’t here, Harry and Hermione were. You didn’t mind, you liked them and were the people you could fall back to at this moment.
George seemed to notice you were relaxing at the sight of them and smiled softly, leading you to them. You and him sat opposite of Harry and Hermione, Fred next to George and Ginny next to you. When you saw all these familiar faces, you knew today would be easy. You could only make a fool of yourself if Mrs and Mr Weasley were watching.
Dinner was really good, too. You praised the good food, trying to sound confident. Mrs. Weasley only smiled.
“So, How did you actually meet?” Mrs. Weasley asked as you dug in your dessert. George grinned at you, you already blushing. He softly rubbed your hand and laughed.
“The first time I met her she was hiding behind the sofa.” He chuckled, along with everyone else.
“Okay, but let me explain! I was in the Gryffindor common room. I can’t be there.” You noticed Percy looking at you with a disappointed look. “But I really needed to see my friend. Elenor her boyfriend broke up with her and I promised to give her something to eat.” You laughed too.
“Oh Dear, that’s really nice of you.”
“Wish she did that for me.” George stated. You playfully slapped him.
“I’m nice enough for all the things you’ve done to me.”
The night went smooth, but you needed to go. They had said you could stay the night, but you didn’t want to be a bother, plus you needed a hot bath, and you wouldn’t be comfortable if you took hours in the bathroom.
You said goodbye to everyone, and Mrs. Weasley hugged you even tighter than when she opened the door. You smiled and when the door opened, a weight dropped from your shoulders. You breathed in the fresh air and turned to George, who looked proud.
“They love you.” He smiled. You wrapped your arms around him, smiling against his shoulder.
“I’m glad. I was so nervous.” George chuckled, you felt his grip tighten.
“I already knew they would love you. I mean, I love you.” You smiled and pecked his lips.
“I love you too.” You pulled back, but he pulled you back in.
“You wasn’t planning on leaving without a proper kiss, were you?” He grinned.
“Hmm, maybe I was.” He pulled your face to his, lips moving together. You smiled when he released your head.
“Turns out you weren’t.” He said slightly out of breath. You only smiled and shook your head.
“Go back to your family, you asshole.” You smiled and turned around.
“I’ll tell them!” He shouted after you. You chuckled, wondering why you loved him so much.
It’s all started by a photograph in the society pages.
The night before, Lockwood and Co had been the guests of
honor at a commemorative event celebrating the decline of the Problem. It’s one
year to the day from the fall of Fittes House, though most of London is still—and
likely will forever be—completely in the dark regarding what actually happened
there. The Problem isn’t solved yet, but things are getting better every day,
and as far as London is concerned, they have Lockwood and Co to thank for that.
And what better way to say thank you than to throw a gala?
Very late the next morning, and still in his pajamas for
once, Lockwood is relaxing over the paper and thinking back over what he
considers to be a successful, enjoyable evening. His company is getting the
recognition it deserves, the recognition he’d always known they would get, but his
professional satisfaction pales in comparison to the deep-rooted contentment
and pleasure he’d found in spending an evening with Lucy Carlyle on his arm.
The Pagan village was on the agenda for me and @haus-of-grotesque on the second day of WGT! That’s my favourite place to go during the festival because I’m such a loser for the old-world atmosphere 😅😍
Sooo many cute witchy stalls, celtic and viking trinkets and the food… praise the food!
We’ll be talking about our perspectives on being someone who practices in multiple traditions. Before I start, I want to make it clear that I’m coming at this with a series of biases. I believe that:
The gods are separate, unique agents in and of themselves as individuals (hard polytheism);
Objects have, or can develop, their own spirits to varying degrees of animistic complexity;
Gods, guides, and spirits can communicate with us in a variety of ways
By its very nature, practicing in multiple traditions means acknowledging that no single tradition is the only “true” one;
My experiences are not reflective of everyone’s and what works for me and mine may not work for you and yours. While I do have strong personal feelings on this subject, they’re still only my personal opinion.
also approaching this as an Irish polytheist and Kemetic, among other
things, who is part of an (offline) group of hard polytheists from
various traditions of their own, including Bacchic Orphic, Gallo-Roman, Heathenry, and Santeria.
What does it mean to be “multi-trad” or practice in multiple traditions?
use “tradition” to refer to any collection of beliefs and behaviors
that is coherent and has a recognizable identity of what it means to be a
part of that group.
To be multi-trad, then, is to be able to move
between various traditions. Think of a big, lovely house with a room
for each faith tradition: when I’m in the Irish polytheist room, I
follow its guidelines for interacting with the Tuatha Dé, leave votive offerings, celebrate the
cross-quarter days, understand that words like ‘poetry’ and ‘satire’
have very different meanings in this context. When I go to the Kemetic
room, I might wake up the Netjeru in their statues and worship in specific “praise” postures, share in food and
drink (and for me, maybe talk alchemy). When I visit friends in the
Santeria room, I change out of my default black to completely white
clothes, greet the Orisha in a way very different from the Tuatha Dé and
Netjeru, and try to keep up with a completely different etiquette and
sense of hierarchy to show respect for the divine, dead, and living Santo communities.
Can I combine multiple practices?
my personal opinion, combining multiple traditions into a single “one approach fits all”
practice means losing the characteristics that empower those traditions
as individual identities. I mean, you could worship Brighid as a
Triple Goddess of Maiden/Mother/Crone, but doing so means taking the
Celtic tendency to triplify goddesses to emphasize power and turning it
into something that misconstrues much of
Brighid’s nature. YMMV.
That doesn’t mean one practice won’t
ever impact another. Say it’s Samhain and I’m honoring the Morrígan;
before beginning my rites for her,
might also acknowledge other deities with whom I share death-related
work, like Anpu in his psychopompic aspect, and the spirit allies who
help me handle the unhappy dead that come up through my work at the
women’s center. Or perhaps
I’ll honor them all in separate rites, not because Samhain has anything to do with Anpu but because my own associations with Samhain overlap with my work with him and doing so doesn’t violate anyone’s etiquette. In another instance, if you’re oathed to a deity and
you agree to a task they give you, you might then turn around to your dead or your guiding spirits and say, “All right, troops, here’s the goal. I’d like your help
to get it done, please,” even if your dead or guides don’t come from that deity’s paradigm.
Can I have events, like rituals, for multiple traditions?
definitely possible to have multi-trad events, but if you try that, you
need to be careful that the different entities are getting what they
need. Make sure everyone gets an appropriate offering (within reason,
of course - sometimes you have to negotiate, like, “Dude, you can’t have
that whole bottle of $50 whiskey, how about a shot of Fireball
instead?”) without someone feeling ignored because of another. Don’t
put the shrines of entities who don’t get along beside one another.
Make sure you share the Netjeru’s portion of food, but once you offer
something to the Tuatha
Dé, it’s theirs. And so on. It’s like…having
a dinner party with finicky guests of wildly differing temperaments,
complete with some cultural barriers. It can be a lot of fun,
especially if you have skillful mediums with you and/or dedicants who are knowledgeable in their respective paths, but it can be a lot of
work. I think it’s well worth it, but I know some people would disagree.
When my own group has multitrad events, we always make sure to have a shrine for each god or pantheon to which the humans have oaths or relationships and plenty of diverse offerings so we can provide proper hospitality for whomever chooses to show up. We also put a huge emphasis on consent, both human and nonhuman, so we don’t assume who will or won’t be present and willing to work with us - we just make sure the ritual space is available.
If you decide to go the ritualistic route, the hardest part is making sure that your ‘ritual tech’ - that is, your methodology - doesn’t violate the rules of one of the traditions in question. Some traditions aren’t very strict on some things, like perhaps your method of cleansing yourself spiritually, but there shouldn’t be actual conflict in ideology or application. Divining for the input of the gods and spirits involved, and maybe asking the opinions of others with knowledge of them, can be invaluable.
How do I switch between the different paradigms?
think it’s not unlike switching between different environments or
groups of people. When you’re at work, you behave a certain way
according to your workplace’s guidelines; when you’re at school, you
behave according to those rules. Even with friends, you probably act
one way with a particular group that’s different from how you act with
another. You wouldn’t behave the same way around your conservative grandparents as you do with your mates at the pub. You’re not lying or ‘faking it’ in any of these scenarios:
you’re adjusting your style of communication and behavior to match the
requirements and expectations of your environment. When you’re
familiar with the rules, when you have solid relationships with those
people, you can start bending those rules a bit and acting more
familiar, just as you do with human people.
Does it always have to be so complicated?
Ha, nope. The things that I do with my group are usually much more involved than what I do privately because there are more traditions being represented, but that also means there are more people present to share the physical and spiritual work. I maintain only as many relationships as I feel is reasonable for me, my lifestyle, my resources, and my rather limited spoons. I’d rather have deeper knowledge of a few traditions to make my practice feel that much richer and fulfilling for me than try to juggle many different ones (although having general knowledge is often useful).
But I do take these fewer relationships as seriously as I do human ones, and any kind of mutually beneficial, respectful, healthy relationship takes effort.
It’s too much work and research!
of us have busy lives: job(s), kids, schooling, and so on. Some of us
are limited by funds, spoons, or other factors out of our control. But
if your reason for not doing at least some research with the sources you have access to in order to have a baseline
understanding of the paradigm from which a specific god is coming is
just, “It’s too much work,” I don’t have much sympathy. Isn’t the
relationship you forge with a deity worth that extra effort, which can
deepen and strengthen that relationship because of shared language and
understanding? This doesn’t mean you need to go back to school to have a scholar’s understanding, and the gods’ conception of time is different from ours;
their sense of ‘hurry up’ is, I think, often very different from ours,
and you can take the time you need. Religion should fit into your life,
not the other way around, but you do still have to do the work.
What are the benefits of all this work?
You’d have to ask other people, but for me, some things I’ve gotten out of this include:
Showing respect for the gods and spirits and developing deeper, more nuanced relationships because of it
Showing respect for the tradition’s ancestors and, if relevant, living culture
Enrichment of personal perspective, broadening of horizons, etc.
I mean seriously, the world is so weird and people and the gods are so amazing and complex and diverse, why wouldn’t you want to engage with them as they’ve revealed themselves to us rather than try pigeonholing them into something we think they should be?
Do I still need to think about cultural appropriation?
Do I still need to be initiated into things?
If initiation is part of the tradition you’re choosing to engage in, then yes. Hanging out with Santeros, for example, does not make me a Santera myself, nor does it mean I have access to the mysteries of the tradition. I would still need to undergo the same training and rites that every other Santero in this tradition has had to do. As it is, I’m perfectly happy just being an invited guest. Going back to my Big House of Faith metaphor, some rooms have more locked cupboards and drawers than others: initiations are the means by which you earn the keys to unlock them. There’s actually a lot to be said about initiations, but that should probably be saved for another post.
Now that I’ve talked at great length - do my fellow mods who practice multiple traditions have their own experiences that they’d like to share?
- mountain hound
I don’t have much to add since I think MH covered a lot of the main points. As for my own experiences, you need to know that your discernment may still mean fuck all. If their myths and legends paint them as never getting along (for example, Korean deities versus Greek, though there aren’t any actual myths about that) it’s very fair to assume that if your UPG is that they get along swimmingly and don’t mind you mixing up the two traditions, you’re probably skewing something here.
Like MH, I make sure to keep my Kemetic shrine in its own space and my Mugyo shrine in its own space. Keep in mind that each tradition may have particular regulations and rules that simply cannot be mixed. Forcing it together is an amalgamation and has a very high risk of offending the gods of both pantheons.
Being properly initiated is a huge deal. No matter what you read or watch as an outsider or fringe-member, you’re kept in the dark about specific hows and whys to the things we do inside the tradition. You’re always going to be missing something, some key information. So if you are able to get initiated into the tradition that you’re vetted for, you should do so.
Summary: The setting is an alternate universe where humans + animals mixed breed exist and live together. You happen to fall in love with a species that’s the natural enemy of your own species. This volume is about your story as a mouse-type working in the same cafe that your cat-type boyfriend frequents.