Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Happy Holidays everyone! I just hit 26K on tumblr and 1K on instagram a while back, so a big shoutout to all my followers for an awesome year! Hope you all have been enjoying my work, here’s to the rest of 2016 and a new year around the corner! Hope you all have a wonderful holiday season :)
Christmas Lucio is my fave winter skin, his hair is the perfect color <3
Summary: Phil can’t help but notice the boy with dead eyes who wears baggy jumpers all the time and barely talks anymore. Not being able to stand how sad he looks, Phil begins to slip notes into Dan’s locker in hopes of raising his spirits. Word Count: 2216 Warnings: Implied self harm (doesn’t describe it at all, just implied), cussing, depression Title Credit: Such Small Hands - La Dispute
- There is a boy with mocha hair and caramel eyes that turn slightly mahogany in the sun who has a dimple in his pale cheek and has long fingers that shake slightly whenever he talks or even when he reaches for things or writes. There is a boy with dark circles under his eyes who comes to school sometimes with curly hair and wears baggy sweaters that he constantly pulls over his hands like he’s nervous about something.
Baby, You’re a Knockout (for @queerevak ♥) (3.6k) Even has been crushing on the cute boy who comes into the university cafe for weeks, but he never expected a minor head injury to be how their relationship got started [AO3]
had never been as glad to work in the university cafe as he was right then,
because there was an honest to god angel sat
a few tables away from his till. He had gone on his break not
particularly a religious man and he’d come back only to have his life totally
turned inside out and upside down by a beautiful blonde angel.
boy had the fluffiest looking hair, possibly made fluffier by the red beanie he
had discarded onto the table, and his cheeks were flushed adorably pink from
the warmth of the café contrasting the brutally cold air outside. Even had had a quick smoke on his 15 minute
break and was still trying to regain
the feeling in his fingers, although looking at that breathtaking boy had warmth
spreading through his frozen body.
wished he could have been out front when the boy came in, and he was surprised
by the pang of resentment he felt towards whoever had been blessed enough to take the boy’s order. Even was sure that the boy was going to have
the most beautiful voice, that his words would captivate Even in a way that
nothing had in a long time, and he knew that whoever had taken his order hadn’t
appreciated his voice like Even would
Even could do was hope the boy was in for the long haul and would order
something else so that Even got the chance to actually talk to him rather than stare open-mouthed in awe at him from the
door to the break room.
luck was not on Even’s side that day.
Hell, he considered himself lucky enough to have seen that boy; maybe he was being too greedy wanting to talk to him
watched with a heavy heart as the boy
packed up his spread of books and bundled back up to endure the Norwegian
winter barely an hour after Even got back from his break.
definitely did not spend the rest of
his shift that day moping about not getting to talk to the prettiest boy he
ever did see.
Warnings: Swearing, Fluff and Smut (Unprotected Sex, wrap it before tap it)
your grandparents pass away, you find out they leave everything to you,
including a large sum of money. Deciding
to take the advice of your grandparents, you live your life to the fullest;
which means moving to Boston and bumping into Chris Evans.
The grand opening of “Bean There, Read That” could only be
described as one word: successful. You
knew, deep down that it really helped bring in more people since Chris was on
hand for autographs and photographs; but you didn’t care. He was your loving, compassionate, caring
boyfriend who honestly did you a favor, and you loved him even more.
The achievement that you accomplished with your shop was
something you would never forget. Little
kids came up to hug at your legs; parents stopped by to shake your hand and
congratulate your new business, saying how excited they were to have a new book
and coffee shop in town.
Hermione didn’t like girls. She was straight. And in love with Ron. The red hair she saw in her dreams was most certainly his and not Ginny’s. The sick feeling she got in her stomach when she saw Ginny and Dean together was just everyday concern for her friend’s happiness.
All of this would have been perfectly fine…
…if a single part of it was true. But it wasn’t. And Hermione couldn’t stand lying to herself the way she did everyone else. So she accepted it as best she could and tried to move on. She was doing a wonderful job of it too–that is, until the Christmas Party invites went out. Between inciting dangerous thoughts about her closest female friend and forcing her to spend time with McLaggen, Slughorn’s social events would be the death of her.
Now, Hermione couldn’t stop fantasizing about the soft curve of Ginny’s waist in her hands as they danced–the way those glossy lips would curve into a mischievous smile just before darting in for a kiss. These fantasies also wouldn’t be a big deal. Except that Ron had just won them the Quidditch match ( with the help of Harry’s Felix Felicis, Hermione thought irritably) and she couldn’t care less, which did nothing to keep her cover.
Ron was currently snogging Lavender, so Hermione went out in search of Harry, hoping he would be a bit more conversational. She spotted him just as he ducked out of the portrait, following without a second thought.
The corridor was chilly at night, but there was a faint buzz of sound resonating from the Gryffindor common room. A few portraits were complaining about the noise, and a handful were missing their contents entirely. Hermione wondered if there was a special frame to serve as a refuge for dislodged portrait characters. There was nothing about one in Hogwarts, A History , but she’d learned over the years that the book was more of an overview. It would take a few thousand more pages to cover all the castle’s secrets.
Hermione shadowed Harry’s footsteps, rounding the corner just as they stopped. The spectacled Gryffindor sat on the steps, glassy-eyed and staring daggers at the wall. Hermione wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a tight embrace when she joined him.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
“The Christmas Party is stupid.”
“That’s all you’re upset about?” Hermione let out a sigh of relief. “Harry, we’ve already talked about this. If you’d just ask whoever it is to go with you, I’m sure they’d happily oblige.”
“Hermione,” Harry sighed, “I know you’re trying to help, and I’m grateful, really, but it’s not working. So if you could just leave me alone for a while, that’d be great.”
Hermione didn’t take the hint. She just leaned her head on his shoulder and revelled in the idyllic moment. Only a few cheers here and there could be heard from the party down the hall, and pale moonlight streamed through the gothic windows.
“Whoever it is must be really special,” she said finally. It had to be Ginny, but part of her couldn’t admit out loud that she was in love with her best friend’s crush.
Harry swallowed, collecting his words. “They are.”
Hermione studied the stones of the wall for a long time before speaking. “Since neither of us can go with the people we want to go with, what if we went together? As friends?”
Harry looked at her in surprise. “That’s a great idea, Hermione. But Ron would totally go with you if you asked.”
Hermione looked at the ground, the truth threatening to burst out of her. Instead, she said, “Sure he would. As soon as he’s done snogging Lavender, I’m certain he’ll come after me.” A snort escaped her. “Honestly, she’s ghastly.”
Harry’s jaw clenched. “Tell me about it.”
Hermione didn’t understand his reaction, but her own emotions drew her attention away from the puzzle. Her heart raced in her chest as she added, “Anyways, I don’t want to go with Ron.” If asked, she knew she’d share her secret now. Her walls had already been broken down. There was no hiding anymore.
Harry glanced up in confusion. “But fourth year at the Yule Ball–”
“Harry, that was ages ago,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “I was naive and hadn’t accepted myself yet. You were into Cho, so Ron was just the only boy who was accessible.”
Harry fidgeted with his wand. “I wasn’t into Cho. I think–I think it’s a lot like you with Ron.”
“You kissed her,” Hermione reminded him.
Harry grinned. “I didn’t come back with the most resounding commentary, did I?”
Hermione laughed. “No, I suppose not.” Then, gathering her courage, she asked, “Is it all girls then? Or just Cho you didn’t like?”
Harry seemed surprised at the question. He opened his mouth as if to answer, but his response was a new question instead. “Hermione, who is it you want to take to the Christmas Party?”
Bile rose in her throat. “You first,” she whispered.
Harry took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. “Both of us. On three.”
Hermione nodded, and trepidation built in her stomach.
She wondered if it would kill her to say the name out loud.
It probably would. Maybe it would be better that way.
“Ginny,” Hermione whispered at the same time Harry said, “Ron.”
They stared at each other, wide-eyed. Even the airborne dust particles seemed suspended in that moonlight for a few breathless seconds. And then the two Gryffindors burst into laughter.
“Sorry I didn’t see it earlier,” Hermione said after a while.
Harry snorted. “Not like I predicted your response either. I’ve spent months feeling guilty for liking Ron when I thought you did too.”
“I’ve felt the same about liking Ginny. Are you going to ask him?”
Harry considered. “I–I think so. I was terrified of losing both of you before, but keeping my feelings to myself now is just cowardice.”
“I think I’ll tell Ginny how I feel. She’s going to the Christmas Party with Dean, but maybe after all this nonsense is over.”
Harry nodded. “If Ron kills me when I ask him, you’re in charge of my funeral.”
Hermione grinned. “We are gathered here today to commemorate Harry Potter, a terrible dresser with hair like a disgruntled hedgehog. He had many flaws, but his true downfall was falling in love with the wrong Weasley.”
Harry cracked a grin. “See, this is why I put you in charge. I don’t want any of that sentimental rubbish. Tell it like it is.” He paused. “Is my hair really that bad?”
“Worse,” she laughed, knocking him to the side.
He pushed her right back before placing his arm around her shoulder. “I’m glad we’re in love with the wrong Weasley together.”
Hermione smiled, resting her head on his shoulder again. “Me too.”
They stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other, until the sounds of the party died down.
THANK YOU SOOO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO’S HELPED US THUS FAR DURING THIS AIRBERLIN SITUATION! Franc and I are blown away by people’s willingness to help and by the love we’ve been shown the last couple of days. Just the prospect that there are wonderful humans out there that wanted to make our Christmas happen really, really lifted our spirits.
I’ve bought my new ticket and filed a dispute with my bank. I have no idea if anything will come of it since this situation involves so many people, but I’m going to Germany regardless. No company theft is going to keep me from Franc! In the meantime, we’re hoping to organize streams to thank everyone once we’re together.
Thank you sketch by Franc ( @annadeef ) ! You are all incredible.
Summary: imagine being pregnant with Grayson’s baby and you go to stay at your parents house since it’s Christmas and as you lay with Gray you get horny just looking at him and the hormones and you try to convince him for sex since he believes your parents would listen to you but eventually he does as what his wife wants
Warnings: Smut, fingering, nipple play, and daddy?
A/N: So this was requested so I felt it worked great as a part 2 for We Need To Talk so I hope you guys like it and remember requests are Open :) Like before Y/D/N-Your daughter’s name
“How many more days until santa gets here?” Your four year old daughter, Y/D/N, asked as she helped nana and I put the tinsel on the Christmas tree.
“We have 5 more days until Santa comes sweetpea.” My mom says to Y/D/N as she untangles the tinsel.
“Why does Santa come so late?” She asks as grandpa and Grayson come from the kitchen.
“He has to make sure all the boys and girls stay good until close to the end of the year so he can reward them for being good all year.” Dad says and I laughed and looked at Grayson who was extremely sweaty. Dad and him have been outside working all day on repairing Ethan’s motorcycle and working on the family boat. He was wearing work jeans and a white muscle tank. His skin looked so golden against his tank. He looked incredibly sexy. I snap back into reality and I see Grayson is looking me in the eyes. He mouths ‘are you okay’ which I nod and give him a thumbs up. He returns the gesture smiling.
“My look at the time. Come on sweetpea I’ll read you a story and then we can go to bed. Tell mommy and daddy night night.” My mom says to Y/D/N. Grayson gets on his knees and opens his arms wide for our little girl to run into him for a hug. He wraps his large arms around her and holds her tight.
“Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy. I love you.” She says hugging Gray and I and she turns to walk down the hall with nana.
“Goodnight princess. We’ll see you in the morning.” Grayson said as he took my hand in his which made me blush.
“Yeah I think I’m going to hit the hay myself. I’ll see you two in the morning.” My dad said giving us a hug and going down the hall himself. Grayson turns his head to me with narrow eyes.
“Shall we?” He asks gesturing down the hall to go to bed. I nod and he leads the way down the hall to our room. I take off my shirt and pants and Grayson does the same. I throw on one of his hoodies since for some reason it’s always cold at my parents house. He was wearing his maroon boxers and he looked incredibly sexy. The way his jaw was structured like he could cut glass. His hair still styled so perfectly even though he has been outside all day in the hot sun. His skin looked so golden and he just looked so incredibly sexy without his shirt on. These hormones are absolute driving me crazy, but damn he just looks so good.
“Babe? You okay?” He asks as he caught me staring at him. I didn’t know what to say so I just kissed him. He kisses back soft and gentle. I loved soft and caring Grayson, but right now I wanted hard and aggressive Grayson. I want him to pin me down and kiss all over my neck. I wanted him to place gentle kisses from my neck down my stomach to my waist. I want him to kiss me in between my hips and then show me I’m his. I move over and straddle his lap. He pulls away from kissing. “Babe what are you doing?”
“I want you Gray. We haven’t done anything since we found out I was pregnant. My hormones are going crazy.” As I was talking I slowly started to grind myself against Grayson as I felt him getting harder. I lean in and gently kiss his neck.
“Y-Y-N d-don’t do that. What ab-about the b-baby?” Grayson asks as I feel him grinding back. I place my hand on the headboard as I grind harder into him earning a grunt from him.
“Sex won’t hurt the baby Gray. Sex actually rocks the baby to sleep. It’s quite relaxing for the baby.” I lean into his ear while arching my back “and the mommy too.” I whispered as my warm breath sent shivers down his spine. I felt his hands move from his sides to graze up my body and down just lightly resting on my butt. Our lips gently brush against each other before he pulls away again. I sighed in annoyance at him.
“What about your parents?” He asks. “The last thing I want them to hear is you screaming my name.” Grayson says cocking a side grin at me. His hands then slide up his hoodie over my bare breasts and he gently pinches my nipples and I throw my head back in pleasure as he pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts.
“I’m 2-25 years old. They know w-we have needs.” I stuttered along with a moan. I grinded against his hardening dick and I moan again feeling the friction between the cloths of our underwear rubbing together. Grayson then peels the hoodie off the top half of my body leaving me in my underwear. I arched my back as Grayson’s hands pushed my back pushing my breasts towards him. He gently sucks and tugs on one nipple with his teeth ever so gently earning a moan from me. I rubbed myself harder against him as he buried his face between my breasts squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. I slid my hand down my underwear and started to finger myself at the thought of Grayson making me feel so good. I felt a strong grasp around my wrist and I look to Grayson who has one of my nipples in his mouth.
“Baby I want to make you feel good. You’re the one having our baby. Allow me.” With that he loops his finger through my underwear and he pulls them down in one swift motion. I arch my back more stretching my chest towards him and using his legs for support as I gripped them. I then feel Grayson slowly insert a finger inside me which made me suck in a sharp breath. His free hand was holding me steady on his lap while he fingered me and sucked on my chest which I knew would leave purplish bruises in the morning. “Damn baby girl you weren’t kidding. You’re so wet just for me.” Grayson says as he puts a second finger inside of me and curls upwards making me buck my hips. “Patience baby girl. Let daddy please you.” That was the first time Gray ever used daddy sexual in the bedroom and to be honest, kinda turned me on even more. Grayson spreads his legs and I fall in between his legs. He lies me down on my back and I knew he was getting so hard to the point that it hurt. He pulls his boxers down with one hand while he still fingers me.
“Grayson when did y-you get into daddy?” I asked as I rocked my hips to the movement of his fingers. I bit my lip as Grayson places himself above me. He then places his lips on mine kissing me roughly and his fingers deepen inside me. I pull away to moan and his face goes straight to the crook of my neck. “Fuck Grayson.” I moaned and he stops fingering me and looks me in the eyes. His typical hazel eyes were now clouded dark with lust.
“Call me daddy babygirl.” Grayson says as he starts to finger me again.
“Well damn daddy. What else do you have up your sleeve?” I asked and Grayson cocked his head. He then started to kiss from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over my belly to right above my crotch. He looks up and smirks before placing his lips on my clit and sucking hard. “Fuck!” I screamed as I gripped the bedsheets harder. “Grayson stop. I’m gonna cum.” I said and he pulled away.
“Damn really?” He asked feeling satisfied. I nodded and I slowly sat up, but he pushed me back down. “Lie down baby. Now it’s time for your treat.” Grayson then slowly inserts himself inside of me causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. He slides in and out a few times and then he starts to speed up. He kissed my jaw and sucked on my collarbone which I knew again would show in the morning.
“Mmmm daddy.” I moaned as I dug my nails into his back as he slammed harder into me hitting my g-spot. “Fuck Grayson!” I screamed and Grayson’s lips latched to mine harshly which I knew he was trying to quiet me down. His hand went and kneaded my breast which drove me crazy. I arched my back and I felt Grayson twitch inside of me. “Cum for me daddy.” I moaned against his chest as he thrusted into me a few more times before he shot his cum inside of me. I shortly came afterwards. Grayson and I both lied there panting and we just laughed together and cuddled.
“Yeah your dad will be very confused when he wonders why you were screaming daddy at midnight.” Grayson says kissing my temple.
“Why do you have to ruin everything?” I asked causing us to laugh and cuddle closer together.
It was Christmas morning. Everyone hd already opened their gifts and we were all getting ready for Christmas dinner. My dad apparently had a talk with Grayson the next morning and since then Grayson won’t touch me. Which I understand, my dad can be a scary man. “We have some news for everyone!” I said clinking the glass. The whole family was here for Christmas so Gray and I decided now was the time to tell everyone we were having a baby. We have both known for a few months I was pregnant, but since Y/D/N wanted a sibling we decided it would be a good Christmas gift. Everyone quiets down as we all sit around the kitchen. Nana was holding Y/D/N. “As you guys are probably aware Grayson and I have an adorable 4 year old baby girl named Y/D/N.” We gestured towards nana and her and she covers her face while the family laughs. We wait for everyone to quiet down in the kitchen. I look to Grayson who was smiling at me. “We’re pregnant!” I announced and the room is silent but soon filled with cheers.
“What?” Y/D/N asks confused.
“Mommy and daddy are having another baby sweetpea. You’re going to be a big sister!” Nana says and she looks even more confused.
“Where do you get a baby?” She asks and Grayson’s eyes go wide.
“Yes nana I would love some Christmas ham.” He says attempting to change the subject causing everyone to laugh at him.
Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she’s just an angel. i love them so much.
Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader
Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you’re pregnant. With triplets.
Word count: 2086
Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything
You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you
could hardly believe it.
“Excuse me?” You
asked, your voice rising to high decibels.
The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.”
She said with a small smile.
You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car,
you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of
complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three
babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out
you have to take care of three.
Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a
little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as
it was, it was still a little exciting.
“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were
going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even
though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony
might leave you. What if he doesn’t want
triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought
away from your head to no avail.
“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.
You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out
from the kitchen door way.
“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to
the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing
“A little bit.” You replied.
He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”
You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding
with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.
“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in
his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.
“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.
He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face.
“Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your
lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.
You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.
“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and
relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.
“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at
the kitchen table.
“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa
leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the
food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.
“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him
when he stood up to wash your plates.
“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.
“Three ice cubes. Three
babes.” You said. You added the babes
at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time
you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.
“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with
He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed
that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.
Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.
A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had
another plan to tell him you were having triplets.
When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to
get him a glass of water before bed.
“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get
“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can
still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”
He grumbled to himself but let you leave.
You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In
the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.
Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you
already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a
kiss, then drank from the glass.
You rolled your eyes. Time
for a new plan.
Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had
invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a
Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having
triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to
surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of
everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and
when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).
Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the
dinner more than three items, but
everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types
of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It
was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn’t get
the idea that something is up… well, just know you’re having a kid with an
By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach
wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.
“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you
already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it
slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.
“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.
“It’s a compliment!” He argued.
“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You
hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the
babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was
already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the
kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).
“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along
as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.
“If you say anything
to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”
He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.
An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went
around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started
to grab your meals.
“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped
mashed potatoes onto his plate.
“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you
and rolled his eyes.
“Really?” he mouthed.
“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine.
He shook his head and laughed.
After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had
managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.
“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.
“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”
Except, he never did.
On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed
to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.
By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let
the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how
Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most
gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.
It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had
given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been
dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea
on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to
Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three
more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only
a few more months.”
Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on
the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but
were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying
from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”
Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats.
Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I
don’t need them.”
“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed,
and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but
you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.
A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea
to tell him.
After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with
three little people on the top of them.
Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the
baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down
and giving you another kiss.
Time for Plan E. What’s
Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You
had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of
the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy
streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting
harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so
walking became more of a struggle.
Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told
him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.
“Oh, sweet.” He
cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.
Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours,
so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to
do; imagine if you’d have had to run
around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.
“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony
asked his cast mates before he left.
“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who
shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had
all shrugged their shoulders.
Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’
apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your
only response was Shut up and come home,
When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to
see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had
the number 3 on them.
“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he
“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond
the first time.
“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to
find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table,
where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you
were holding and confetti blew out of it.
“Hey baby.” You said.
He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each
cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having
“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.
“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having
triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.
Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile
began to appear on his face.
“Triplets?” He asked.
“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”
You nodded your head, laughing.
“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He
shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He
looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid
You giggled. “Yeah.”
Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets.
That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”
You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony
ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his
phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.
You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes,
wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.
Sherlock proposes to John at a Christmas party with all of their friends. I would love this to be turned into a ficlet BTW
He could tell I was nervous. I haven’t done
anything to surprise him in a while; it isn’t easy to catch him off
guard. And it’s so simple to please him in other ways. He likes little
things. Cold beer in the fridge when he gets home. Cheese toasties on
rainy nights. He likes flowers. I hadn’t expected that. I got them, the
first time, because they were beautiful, and so is he, and I wanted to. I
left them on the counter in a beaker. He stopped still in the middle of
the kitchen when he saw them. I was working at the table, studying the
effect of heat treatment on the viscosity of wood stain. I realize
that’s not an ideal experiment to perform in a small, enclosed space.
Well, I had the window open, or I think I did.
Anyway, he was
going for the kettle when he saw them, and he stopped dead. His hand
twitched, and then he turned around to look at me. He looked almost
angry: wide-eyed and silent. I said, “What?” I might have sounded
It was only when he said, “Are these for me?” that I
realized he was deeply pleased. His voice had gone gruff with feeling. I
got up then, quickly, because I needed to touch him.
I said, “Yes,” and I hugged him.
was all he answered, into my shoulder, and sniffled; “It’s absurd, me
doing this over flowers,” but then he turned his damp face into my neck
and kissed it, and I knew I’d done something good. So I’ve been getting
him flowers. Periodically. Which is still a surprise of sorts, but not
such a surprise, after the first time. And the other things we like to
do together are quite ordinary–movie nights and Angelo’s and walking
around the city and raiding the morgue for useful bits. Ordinary for us,
at least. Not really surprising.
So he could tell I was nervous,
that night, but he thought it was about the party. Really I’d been
trying to work up my nerve to talk to him for days, and I’d set the NSY
party as a sort of deadline for myself, so he wasn’t wrong. I wanted to
get it done before Christmas, so I’d have an answer for the questions at
the family party. I knew Mummy, she’d definitely ask, and in front of
him, but trying to be subtle–“Have any plans?” But he didn’t know I was
thinking about all that. He’s gotten the idea that I have anxiety about
public events. Well, he gets protective, so I didn’t say anything. I let
him smooth my shirt over my shoulders, and tell me I looked wonderful–I
do enjoy that, silly as it is, being tidied and praised. I let him tell
me everyone would be so pleased we came, a blatant lie. A few people
(Greg, Molly) would be deeply pleased, but most of them indifferent. He
was pleased, though, which was the main thing. He held my hand in the
cab. I tried not to fidget. The box in my inside jacket pocket felt
bulky and obvious, even though it clearly wasn’t; he hadn’t glanced at
it once in the days I’d been carrying it around. (I would have noticed
it within sixty seconds.)
When we socialize I do the talking. I
would think he’d like to, since he’s the one who insists on going; but
he doesn’t. He likes to nurse a whisky, and hang about, and watch me
talk. So I do; I find the nearest marginally intelligent looking person,
pretend I’m on an investigation, and draw them out. And John is
pleased, because I’m being friendly. I’m making him feel part of the
group, by extension.
Or I find someone who has an interest in us,
John and I, as a crime-solving team (never in us as actual people; we
don’t want to engage that sort of fan–things get far too personal). And I
tell them stories. John likes those conversations even better. He likes
to watch me remember the things we’ve done. Occasionally, I find
someone I actually like talking to (usually the odd guest out, hanging
around the back wall; always a unique conversational experience, often a
good one). That’s best, but I have to be sure not to leave John out
entirely–turn to him occasionally and ask his opinion, or touch his
elbow; some part of him is still afraid (somehow!) that I will find
someone more fascinating than him.
At any rate, this time I was
too preoccupied to put on a good show for him. I knew that, so I went
straight for Lestrade, standing over the bar, and asked him to get us
drinks. John would start talking while we waited, or Greg would draw him
out. Greg squinted at me. “Really? You’re letting me choose what you
“Within reason,” I said, realizing the potential dangers.
“We need to be alert. In case of anything.” What I meant was in case of
the box, which is in my pocket, finding its way into my hand, and the
words I needed to say to him finding their way into my mouth. Which felt
impossible. But I make a habit of doing impossible things,
periodically. It keeps me on my toes. If I could just convince myself
this was worthwhile-disrupting things.
Because it was all going so
well. We were comfortable. We liked each other, and we even managed to
say it aloud. Now that we’d managed to get here–to the point where
kisses and quiet nights side by side on the sofa doing our own work,
occasionally reaching out just to be sure of each other, and flowers,
and regular hugs, was all normal, a foregone conclusion-it seemed
strange to ask for more.
But I had to know that he knew I was
sure. I had to make sure that the whole world knew I was sure. He
deserved that, after everything. I wanted him to look down at his finger
a dozen times a day and see my ring, and never wonder again if I would
leave, or if I’d forget that he was the most fascinating man in the
world. I suppose I needed that, too–to find out if he’d promise me. To
see his ring and be sure. Sometimes I still forget he really loves me.
some point, I realized Lestrade had handed me a drink; it was cold in
my hand, and that brought me back to myself. It took me a moment to find
John, but he was watching the game, perched on a bar-stool beside Greg,
both of them cursing happily at the activity on-screen: as I’d hoped.
He didn’t need me to talk for him, with Greg around. I took a sip and
found it was gingery and sweet. Lestrade was better at choosing for me
than anticipated. The fluttery feeling in my gut welcomed the sugar and
burn of it as a kind of comfort. I looked round at John again,
soft-edged in the low light, laughing. He is so many things for which I
will find no words, but just then all I could think was lovely, and mine. Slowly I slid my hand into my pocket to finger the box.
“Do it,” said a voice at my elbow. Molly. I turned.
“How did you know?” I might have sounded indignant, but she only laughed.
look like you’re about to die of nerves,” she said, still
half-whispering, “and you’re fidgeting about in your coat pocket.
Besides, you’ve been besotted forever and so has he. Isn’t it obvious?”
“Do you think he knows?”
no.” She came around to arrange herself on the stool beside me, finger
the stem of her blue iced something-in-a-glass and eye me. “I should
say, it’s obvious to a woman.”
socialization.” She talks to me entirely differently now that she’s
Greg’s. I had known she was intelligent, but am still startled by how
quick she is when she and I are all right–now I don’t fluster her with
my careful indifference. Now that she knows it’s not her fault. “We grow
up on rom-coms and love stories. You all don’t.”
“God, no. I
never wanted to.” If I had loved a woman, would I have been forced to
watch rom-coms? Would I have wanted to? “What is it about them?”
so human,” she said, and sat back against the bar. “They’re such
ordinary stories, but that’s the good of them–they make it feel all
right to be human. Uncertain of yourself. It makes you think you could
find a way to be happy as you are.” She smiled at me.
know,” I admitted, because I hadn’t. It would make John happy, that I’d
listened, and learned something. The knowledge could be useful on a
case–the psychological impact of rom-coms. But now I couldn’t manage to
be social any longer, not with John sitting there laughing, and the box
in my pocket.
“Excuse me,” I said, and I went directly over to John, and tugged on his hand.
He looked up at me, smiling, dark-eyed in the low light, and my heart
dropped down to my toes, because how was I ever going to find words? But
maybe–maybe I should just try for the impossible, anyway. I tugged on
his hand again, pulled him up off the stool and into my arms, and hugged
him. I needed to smell him and feel him, just for a moment. To remember
he was still mine. He laughed, but he let me. And then I said, “Come
“All right.” He was growing serious; he could see
something was happening. He caught hold of my hand; followed me through
the crowd. I was trembling. I wasn’t sure if he could feel it. I got him
out into the street, in the December night. It was dark and cold, but
the crowds made me feel less conspicuous; alone with him in the middle
of a London street’s magnificent indifference, the cabs rushing past,
the headlights shining off the wet pavement, and the neon signs blinking
“I’ll be quick,” I promised. I was finding it hard to
get my breath. I unwound my scarf, stalling for time; wrapped it around
his neck, and he blinked at me. I’d dragged him outside without his
coat; it was a rational thing to do. But he looked at me as though I was
being sweet, but puzzling; his eyebrows were being quite eloquent about
it. I gave up trying to find words, then, and just pulled the little
velvety box out of my coat, and laid it in my palm where he could see
it. His eyes went wide.
“Should I open it?” I said, breathing deeply through the pounding of my heart.
“Is that?–Sherlock, is that–?” He sounded breathless, too.
of course. Obviously.” I even tried a laugh, but it came out
high-pitched and faint and I gave up and flipped the box open after two
tries, curse my clumsy fingers, so he could see the ring and not doubt
himself or me a minute more. “Would you–do you–want it? Should I ask
“Yes!” Now he was starting to laugh too. “Yes, I want it,
and yes, you ought to ask me, you idiot! Oh, my God.” He stared at me.
He was waiting. I had to find words.
“Please marry me.” I could barely talk. “John, marry me.”
“I love you.” I was shaking.
Oh, God.” He grabbed my shoulders. He was going to kiss me. He doesn’t
do that in public, not in the middle of London, but then he was: I
barely had time to see it coming before he was kissing me, urgently, and
then he was in my arms, small and solid and beautiful, sniffling into
my neck, again, while I savored the feeling of his hot, wet breath in my
skin; and then he pulled back and said, “Put it on me, will you?”
little silver circle inlaid with ebony slid on perfectly; settled onto
his finger as though it belonged there. “Of course,” he said, staring at
it, “of course you know my size, God, you didn’t ask Harry for my ring
size, did you? She couldn’t have kept this a secret.”
wouldn’t know your size,” I said, staring at it too, and picked up the
hand and kissed the little, rough finger with my ring on it; I couldn’t
help myself. He laughed again.
“No, you’re right,” and then he
took my face in his warm hands and kissed me again. I swayed a little; I
was that far gone. Only he can make me forget myself in the middle of
the street. Then he said, “I have slush in my shoe, and I’m cold. Can we
take this inside?” And then, in a sudden whisper that told me he was
still near tears, “Or just go home? I’d like to go home.”
get your coat,” I said. I felt vaguely that I ought to steady him, but I
couldn’t manage it; I was reeling. I’d done it. I had him. I had asked
him to marry me, and he’d told me he would, and he’d cried. He’d kissed me in the street. I left him there; went back through the noisy
heat of the main room, up to the bar, where Molly and Greg were
standing, Molly tucked under his arm.
“John’s coat?” I said, to Greg, who squinted at me; pulled it off John’s abandoned seat and handed it over.
“Everything all right?”
Molly grinned, suddenly, and shoved out from under his arm.
fine,” she said, and came right up to me and gave me a hard hug, with
her chin on my shoulder. I could feel her laugh silently. “Everything’s
wonderful,” she added, letting go, and patted my shoulder. Greg was
gaping at us, but she didn’t look at him, only tucked herself back in at
his side, and said, “Give him our best, Sherlock, and take him home.”
had flagged down a cab; it was waiting for us at the kerb. I helped him
into his coat, and opened the door for him; went around to the other
side in a daze, and slid in, as near him as I dared. He tucked his hand
into my elbow; squeezed it gently. His other hand lay in his lap. The
ring shone amid the shadows, in the streetlights’ glow. We looked at it
all the way home.
Warnings: Knifes, pumpkin guts, mentions of nudity, PDA
“We’ve got pumpkins!” You yelled, struggling to carry multiple pumpkins.
“Mon cher, I told you not to grab so many pumpkins at once!” Laf sighed behind you, his breath warming your neck.
“I didn’t want to make two trips though.” You said, dumping them on the kitchen counter.
“I’m ready to carve!” Alexander bounded into the kitchen.
“Who said we bought this pumpkins for you to carve?” You quirked a brow.
“But…” Alex’s smile dropped off his face.
“Yeah, we were planning on carving all of them ourselves.” Laf smirked, putting his arm around you.
“Ew, stop doing couple stuff!” John walked into the kitchen, covering his eyes.
“We’re barely touching.” You protested, watching him blindly walk around the kitchen.
“PDA!” Hercules screamed, covering both his and Alex’s eyes.
“We’re not touching anymore!” Laf yelled over their whining.
“But, Laf-” You began, before he put his finger over his lips and winked.
“You can uncover your eyes.” Laf said, the boys hesitantly doing so.
Once all the boys had opened their eyes, they took their time turning to look at you and Lafayette. When he had all the boys eyes on him, Laf pulled you in for a deep kiss. As you kissed you heard screams and groans from the boys.
“Can we start carving the pumpkins now?” Alex asked, horror all over his face.
“Sure.” You smiled, walking over to the counter of pumpkins. “I don’t get why that terrifies you guys so much.”
“Because you’re our best friend, kissing our other best friend.” John turned from his pumpkin to smile at you.
“Nah, I feel like she’s our little sister that’s kissing our best friend.” Hercules protested.
“Touching moment and all, but can you shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Alex said. He was carving quick jagged lines into his pumpkin. Somehow he already managed to scrape out the insides.
“How did you do that so quickly?” Your eyes widened.
“Can’t talk. Must carve.” He mumbled, never once taking his focus away from the pumpkin.
“Don’t worry, mon ange. He will tire himself out quickly.” Laf grinned, moving your head to look back at the pumpkin in front of you.
You and the rest of the boys, besides Alexander, began scraping out the insides of the pumpkin. You started to pull out the guts of the pumpkin. The cold slimy feeling made you shiver.
“Brains!” John shoved a handful of the guts in your face.
You screamed, latching yourself onto Laf’s shirt. He put a firm arm around your waist making sure you were okay. It wasn’t long till you noticed that you had covered each other with pumpkin.
“Sorry.” You laughed, trying to brush off the goop on his shirt, as he tried to do the same for you.
“Aw, how cute!” John cooed, watching the two of you.
“Not as cute as my pumpkins going to be!” Hercules exclaimed, sticking his tongue out as he carved it.
“What are you carving?” John tilted his head to look at it.
“Are you carving a bunch of vegetables?” Alex asked, shuffling away from his pumpkin to take a look.
“I don’t get it.” Laf said in confusion.
“Oh.” You said, your mouth dropping in shock. Unlike the boys, you picked up pretty quickly what he was carving.
“It’s a french girl.” Hercules said smugly, showing it off to the rest of you.
Laf quickly covered your eyes, walking you away from the pumpkin. You giggled as he muttered french words under his breath.
“Laf, I think I should be the one covering your eyes.” You laughed.
“No, mon amour. I have seen a french woman before, you have not.” He protested.
“Then how come I recognized what it was before you?” You smirked, prying his hand away from your eyes.
“Go back to your carving.” Laf rolled his eyes, picking his own carving knife up.
“What are you carving?” You peeked over Laf’s shoulder, only to have him turn the pumpkin away from you.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” You cried.
“Why is it unfair, ma moitie? Because I want it to be a surprise?” He quirked an eyebrow up at your pouting face.
“You know what I’m carving!” You pointed at your half carved pumpkin.
“And it is simply wonderful. I just want you to be surprised by what I’m carving.” Laf smiled at you.
“Fine.” You huffed, continuing to carve your pumpkin.
In the end, Alexander had carved three pumpkins, each had a different face on it. John had carved a hoard of turtles on his pumpkin. He had spent ten minutes naming all of them. Herc had carved a french woman that he loved very much, to everyone else’s horror. And you had decided to carve the face of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
“Okay, Laf, we have all revealed ours. It’s your turn!” You bounced in excitement, wondering what he had put so much time into carving.
“Ta-Da!” He exclaimed, turning the pumpkin around to show all of you.
He had carved both his and your initials in the pumpkin. They were carved in what seemed to be perfect cursive. Underneath the initials he had wrote the word forever in the same curly cursive as the rest.
“Awwww,” The boys all cooed in unison.
You laughed, walking towards Lafayette and pulling him into a hug. “That was cute. Really cheesy, but cute.” You smiled up at him.
“I try.” He leaned down to kiss you, much to the protest of the boys.
I don’t know if I can properly explain how much this means to me, you guys.
This blog has been with me since I was a thirteen year old in a different house with different problems and goals and beliefs. Right after RED came out was when I came on to Tumblr and all of you began showing me love immediately.
Christmas cards, my 1989 show (which was only possible because of this blog!), all the personal things I’ve shared with you guys that you have been absolutely lovely about. My graduation, several birthdays, 3 Taylor albums.
Even on Taylor’s break and my own, you all stayed. I don’t think I experienced a significant amount of unfollows. And now, with your help, I’ve reached an incredible milestone that I never thought would happen, sitting at my computer in 2012 deciding to make a few facts for fun.
What a wonderful present, a reassurance that you all have not become bored or impatient with me. Sitting here in my college dorm, so nervous about what lies ahead, with this beautiful reminder that some things will always be there. Like Taylor’s music, this blog has become such an integral part of who I am.
Thank you to everyone who has helped this blog’s success, including Julianna, who has always been helpful and encouraging - basically since day 1. ❤️ Whether you submitted facts, asked for a Christmas card (or sent me something back), sent messages, or just liked and reblogged my posts. I will never forget you all and I am so thankful to share this journey with you. Get ready for more friendship, like we’ve enjoyed over the last 5 years, as the Reputation era kicks off!
PS. Though I’m now officially a Broke College Student, stay tuned for a potential giveaway in the near future to celebrate this milestone, as well as the blog’s 5-year anniversary coming on the 17th! 🤗
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.
Their request was for “ereri fireside chats; Eren, Levi, and friends have a secret santa gift exchange” and well… here you have the precious boys exchanging gifts by the fireplace with Hanji and Armin (and let’s just pretend that Mikasa and the others are grabbing drinks and food from the kitchen or something, haha).
I hope this is to your liking, and I wish you and everyone a warm, fun, safe, and wonderful holiday season!
Merry Christmas everyone!! i don’t know what time zone you guys are in but it’s currently the 24th of december in Sweden, which is the day when we swedes celebrate christmas, for some weird reason…? i’ve been working really hard on this drawing, because it’s my christmas present to these fandoms/communitys! i was originally gonna add more people but i had no idea how to fit them all in so this is all i got. i hope you all have a wonderful christmas, and if you don’t celebrate it, i hope you have an amazing day nonetheless. Merry Christmas weirdos!
So since Starkquill is my favorite ship and still a bit underrated I decided to do a Secret Santa Starkquill Exchange! I thought it would be a nice idea, to get to know more people in the Starkquill family and have fun with lots of stories, art and gifs etc. So let’s get started!