the aunt who came to dinner

Pavlov had it all wrong

I am a single adult human living in a house with two corgis. Got Girldog from a shelter when she was about a year, year and a half old maybe; got Boydog a few years later as an 8-week puppeh. And let me tell you something, from Day One, this has been a three-way psychological experiment. I no longer know who is manipulating who on a daily basis.

  • One of the first things I trained Girldog to do was not to bark at the dinner table; if she barked at me while I was eating, I put her in The Quiet Place (her crate) where she couldn’t see me. She learned almost immediately to subvocalize her barks, to let out a breath with just enough vocal cord vibration that I wouldn’t QUIIIITE consider it a bark and move her further away from the food. It’s a sound like this: “Hrrrr. Hrrrr. Hhhrahhh.” I didn’t realize how odd this was until my aunt came over and said, “That dog hissed at me.” “Yes,” I said, “she does that.”
  • Boydog learned to do tricks by watching Girldog. I never taught him to sit. He learned by watching Girldog get a treat for sitting. Once, I told both dogs to sit at the same time, while I held a treat in each hand. When Girldog didn’t sit quick enough, Boydog put his paw on her butt and pushed her down.
  • I hung a bell on the door and taught Boydog to ring it when he wants to go out. Girldog sees no reason she should ring the bell, as it is beneath her dignity, and she can get her way by barking instead. Boydog, however, will ring the bell for Girldog when she lurks around by the door, although he has no interest in going outside himself. Girldog has made Boydog her personal slave in this matter.
  • Boydog rings the bell when he doesn’t need to go out but thinks I have been at my computer too long. By the time I get to the kitchen, he’s nowhere near the door, but hey mom, as long as you’re up, let’s play! He obviously does not believe I can see through this extremely clever ploy.
  • Girldog once climbed onto a sofa, crossed the back of it, leapt from the sofa to my desk chair, leapt from the chair to the desk, and knocked all my stuff off the desk. (I wasn’t there, but it was obvious from the trail of destruction what route she had taken.) Then she got down and proceeded to ignore the bag of corn chips she’d encountered and focus her attention on biting my phone charger in half, chewing up a USB memory stick, and eating a pen. I still have no idea how she could be so smart and so dumb at the same time.
  • Boydog will chase a laser pointer (not uncommon for dogs introduced to them as puppies! Pro tip) but only when Girldog is not around, because she hates it for some reason and will tackle him for it. Girldog also likes to be outside while I want to be in, and Boydog prefers to have us both inside. Boydog will lead me to the laser pointer, pester me until I get it down, and then run around chasing the laser and barking madly. No matter how stubborn Girldog has been about staying outside, she wants to know what he’s barking at and immediately comes inside. (It is always the laser pointer he’s barking at, Girldog. Always.)
  • There is a chair in my bedroom that I cannot sit on. The dogs take turns sleeping on it, depending on who gets there first. The only hard and fast rule is that if the human sits on the chair, they will both lose their cool. The chair is for dogs only. I have not even tried to sit on the chair for about six months now.

I suspect I’ll be adding more of these as the three of us continue to train each other.

Holidays

Imagine you and Jerome staying the Easter Holiday with your crazy mercenary family, that lived on a farm.
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-You arrived nearly dusk. The sky couldn’t be more beautiful, and Jerome smiled nervously by your side

-‘Everything is going to be ok. We are staying just for a weekend’, you said, taking his hand and directing your path to the barn, instead of going to the main, big and white house

-His lack of words was scaring you

-‘We don’t need to stay, you know. Just wondered you would like to get away from Gotham for a tim-’

-'No, (Y/N). We are staying’

-You smiled in response to his little smile

-Inside the red construction, you pointed a safe, where your father kept your clothes for riding

-'We have to leave our pistols here. My mother hates weapons inside home’

-Your parents were not like you and Jerome, but they accepted the boy and his peculiarities, what meant that he should really be nervous to meet the family who somehow, liked him

-After you shut the trunk, Jerome took you by the waist, closing the distance between you, and kissed your lips nervously

-He smiled and nodded, letting you lead him to the center house

-You crossed the field and arrived to the front door, the one Jerome knocked firmly

-'Uncle Ty, take your fucking hands out of the pie. Babe, please, help him… Bloody hell’

-The blonde and well maked-up woman took a long step, hugging you soon after

-'Daddy, look who is here! No, not the hot neighbor, it’s your daughter and…’

-She trailed off, reaching Jerome’s face, touching him kindly

-'You are much 'more pretty’ live’

-Jerome laugher came cut and your mother laughed long after that

-'Truly a childish laugh, (Y/N). Come in, you two’

-All your family was inside the great house. Your aunts and uncles, your cousins and your grands

-'I know you!’, a kid said when put his eyes in Jerome, 'you are the magician’

-The dinner was after you and Jerome found your bedroom

-Grandma Dory was the first one to take notice of Jerome after the eating begun

-’(Y/N) is dating, hum? And you boy, what you do in your life?’, asked the grandpa

-Jerome could turn himself into a innocent human being when he got ashamed

-'He is a journalist, grandpa, a journalist from Gotham’s newspaper’, you said, a mischief smile playing in your lips, as your laid your head in Jerome’s shoulder

-'A journalist, hum?’

-'Well, kind of…’

-'What you talk about, boy?’

-You, your mother and a knowingly grandmother laughed at Jerome’s thinking face

-'About politics, babe’, grandma answered

-'By the way, Jerome, thanks for your social work killing the commissioner. We were anxious for her death. And the vice-mayor’, and Theo Galavan’…’

-'Theo Galavan mainly. That son of a bitch obligated us to leave our last city because of our “dishonest job”’

-'Killed? He is a fucking murderer too?’

-'Please, Joe. You judge too much. The boy is inoffensive’, Grandma Dory said, putting a white lock behind her ear, and sent Jerome a flirt smile, 'He seems so, at least. How is he in bed, (Y/N)?’

-You saw Jerome lost his shame gradually during the night talks, all family amazed by his and yours accomplishments

-'I think it’s time for us to go to sleep’

-Grandma asked for Jerome to follow her till her bedroom, kissing his cheek dreamily

-'I liked her’, he said, closing the door behind him

-'Go sleep with her, then’, you said, teasing him

-He laughed and approached you, 'all this is jealous?’

-'maybe’

-'of an old lady?’

-'maybe’, you smiled, putting your arms around his neck, 'I might be kind of insecure’

-'and what can I do?’, but you didn't  have to answer because he was kissing your lips before you had the chance to formulate a sentence

-'Kids! Try not to make too much noise, alright? No one want grandma wondering tomorrow’

-You laughed in Jerome’s neck as he answered a 'we can try’, taking from your mother another laugher

-Jerome lost all his shame before morning, building other thing in this meantime: respect, for a family he never had but still treated him like part of this.

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Sorry my mistakes XO

on the day that harry was born, he spent the day being passed around from shaking hands to shaking hands. he slept soundly through the sound of laughter and sweet whispers. he was both wrinkly and content. 

on harry’s first birthday, he woke up to a pile of presents that came up to his father’s waist. he giggled and watched in awe as the balloons that filled his house changed colors and shapes every time his chubby fists grabbed onto them. 

on harry’s second birthday, he was awoken at midnight by his aunt petunia who quickly dropped a sliver of chocolate onto his crib before shutting the door once more. he ate the sweet alone in the dark. 

on harry’s third birthday, there was no party or mention of what day it was. petunia made harry’s favorite meal for dinner without saying a word. 

on harry’s fourth birthday, he watched as dudley cruised around on a fancy motorized toy car that vernon had bought him. he watched with envy as vernon said, “that toy isn’t for you, boy.” 

on harry’s fifth birthday, he received a box of dudley’s old winter clothing as a gift. he rolled one of the fleece sweaters into a ball and cuddled it as he slept.

on harry’s sixth birthday, he spent the day outside. he ran away early in the morning and spent his time going to house to house asking for juice, since it was boiling hot and he had forgotten to pack food or water. a neighbor eventually turned him in, and he spent the rest of the summer locked in his room. 

on harry’s seventh birthday, he was dumped at ms figg’s house as the dursley’s spent two weeks on a vacation to the coast. she made him cake as she showed off more of her photo albums. there was one photo that he saw that caught his attention. it was a moving one where everyone was wearing long cloaks and in the photo there was a beautiful ginger woman smiling next to a man with messy black hair who was laughing at something off camera. the woman’s bright green eyes caught his and he felt his heart clench.  

on harry’s eighth birthday, he spent the day doing chores. not a word was spoken to him the entire day. 

on harry’s ninth birthday, he was poked and prodded at by dudley and dudley’s friends. the black eye he received that day faded overnight, almost like magic. 

on harry’s tenth birthday he stayed up the night before writing his own birthday card. he put it in the mailbox right before the mailman came and patiently waited for the sound of the mail slot. vernon reached the door before him, saw the card and laughed before ripping it up. harry spent that night silently crying as he wished for someone, something to take him away from this place. 

Revenge - Part 1

Pairing: Captain Hook x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 1557

Warning: none

Tags: none

Request: requested by Anonymous:

“can u please do a killian jones/captain hook (from outa) imagine pls :)”

Notes: as I always say: sorry for taking so long. Really. It’s hard to find the time to write every day and I’ve been away for more than a week. But I hope you like it! It’s going to be a multiple parts thing so if anyone wants to be tagged just let me know!

Originally posted by thedarkoneswan

PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /   PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7




You knew your place in the world, you never had any doubt about it. You weren’t a thief, you weren’t a princess or a maid, you were just a waitress at a tavern in a small town in the Enchanted Forest. The tavern belonged to your parents until the Evil Queen decided to assassin them, accusing them of hiding Snow White. You were just a kid when that happened but ever since, you had been planning your personal vendetta against the Queen, ignoring your aunt’s advices.

She always told you to let go of it, to move on, to forget about your revenge since it would just get you killed. Like you cared. That woman made you an orphan, she killed your parents in cold blood and that was all you cared about. Actually, you had been practising with the sword for 3 years while you saved the money you got from your tips. You knew the Evil Queen wouldn’t just appear out of nowhere, you would have to look for her and you were ready to do so.

“(Y/N)!” Your aunt came running into the kitchen where you were talking to the cook about that night’s dinner. “Lucky night. A ship has arrived tonight. The tavern is full to its top!”

Your mood changed immediately. Sailors were the ones who left more tips, the ones who drank and ate the most and, therefore, they ones that wasted more money. Maybe, thanks to this night, you would be almost ready to leave.

“Perfect, then let’s get to work”, you said as you adjusted your dress, showing a bit more of cleavage.

“Be careful, darling. You also know how they are” your aunt warned you.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing”, you winked at her.

Indeed you were. You knew exactly how to deal with men. They were hungry, they were thirsty and they were horny enough to waste a big amount of money trying to get a woman into their bed that night. You knew how it worked and you knew exactly how to make them think they would get lucky that night without actually give it to them.

When you stepped out of the kitchen you looked around. Mathew was on the bar, serving beers one after the another but it was obvious he needed help so you smiled and took the wooden tray before you started walking around the tavern, asking the sailors what they wanted and getting the drinks and food for them as you flirted with them, giving them your best smiles but also not letting them getting too close or comfy.

“Have you seen that guy?” Your aunt asked you when you two were having some water at the bar, taking a little break. You looked at the corner where she pointed.

There was a guy seated there. He had a drink in front of him but you didn’t remember giving it to him. He was all dressed in black leather, his hair was as black as his clothes but his eyes were so blue that you could see them from the distance. Maybe because he was staring at you which made you look away immediately.

“He’s been there the whole time?” You asked. Your aunt nodded looking at the man for a moment. “I didn’t even see him” you laughed suddenly nervous since you were now perfectly aware of his intense eyes on your back.

“He hasn’t moved from that spot since they arrived. I think he’s the Captain of the ship. Sometimes, some of the men approach him but he doesn’t talk much and he has been looking at you the whole time”, she explained in a loud whisper.

“Well, I don’t care if he’s the Captain, he’s a creep”, you mumbled running a hand through your hair and taking the tray again. “There’s a lot of work and I’m not going to worry about a man I don’t even know and who doesn’t even talk”, you added.

Giving him one last look you went back to work but you had to admit you weren’t completely focused. You feel his eyes on you, like he could see through your body somehow and it was making you nervous.

After an hour you just couldn’t take it anymore so you took a beer from Mathew and walked over to his table with a smile.

“Hey there, you seem too quiet”, you said placing the drink in front of him.

“And you look too young to be seeking revenge”, he replied looking at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

His words made your smile disappear. How did he know? The Queen sent him? Was this all a trap?

“Who are you?” You asked when you managed to put yourself back together.

“Hook, Captain Hook”, he said.

Hook? You knew him. You knew who he was, everyone did. Instantly, you looked down at his hand where you saw the silver hook instead of his hand and then your eyes went back to his face. This was the man who had been to Neverland, who had faced Peter Pan, whose hand was eaten by a crocodile and who wanted to kill the Dark One. He was a legend and there he was.

“Apparently you heard of me, love”, he said.

“How do you know who I am?” You asked.

“I certainly don’t know your name, but I do know your story”, he smirked. “Your parents were victims of the Evil Queen, you were left an orphan, raised by your aunt in this tavern, learning the family business, being nice, all smiles and flirting, being the perfect waitress. But you have a secret”, he leaned closer to where you were and whispered loud enough for you to hear his words. “Every day, every night, you dream about stabbing the Queen’s cold heart with your sword”

By the time he finished talking your eyes were as cold as the Queen’s heart. Somehow this man knew your story, knew your purpose, knew you. But how?

“How do you know that?” You asked.

“Information flies, love”, he shrugged. “And people talks. You talked a time ago, someone heard you and talked. Eventually, the news came to me and here I am”, he said.

You tried to remember when was the last time you told someone about your plan. You knew your aunt knew about it, but you also were certain she had never said a word. Looking around, your eyes went to Mathew. Of course. You knew he had heard you talking to Anne, your aunt, once. It had to be him.

“And what do you want?” You asked Hook.

“I want in” he stated.

“What?” You said shocked. He wanted…in? “It’s the Dark One you want to kill, not the Queen”, you said placing the tray against your hip.

“Well…it happens the Crocodile and the Queen are quite close and I’m not exactly an admirer of her work”, he explained.

“So you’re just bored”, you said rolling your eyes. “I work alone, Captain. Have a good night”, you said before turning around to go back to your work.

Just like every time a ship arrived in town, the sailors were there drinking until closing time. Even then it was hard to kick them out of the tavern. The whole time you were thinking about Hook’s proposal. He couldn’t be serious. It just made no sense. There had to be something behind it. Judging by the stories you heard, Captain Hook never made a move without a reason.

“That’s weird”, Anne told you when you two were cleaning the table while Mathew was cleaning the bar and Andrew, the cook, was cleaning the kitchen. “But you know what I think, (Y/N): you have to forget about it and move on.”

“I know that’s your opinion, aunt, but I can’t ok?” You said for the hundredth time.

“Alright”, she sighed.

Once you finished cleaning the place it was 3 in the morning. You took the bucket full of the water you had used to do the cleaning and walked out of the tavern to throw it out. You never expected to see Hook out there, just in front of the establishment, leaned against the wall. All you did was looking at him for some seconds before throwing away the water and going back to the tavern but his voice stopped you.

“You know you’re considering it”, he said in a calmed tone.

“You know nothing”, you snapped turning to look at him.

“C’mon love, it can be fun”, he replied now walking towards you. “An adventure, you get your revenge, I have another chance to get mine, and maybe you and I…” he winked at you.

“Your chances to get me into your bed, Captain, are the same of you killing the Crocodile” you snapped once again. He laughed and nodded his head.

“I deserved that”, he admitted. “Just think about it. We will set sail in the morning. If you change your mind and want to grab this chance, you know where the Jolly Roger is”

With that being said, he turned around and started walking away, towards the dock, leaving you there alone with a million doubts in your mind but knowing you would never have a chance like this one ever again.

The Incredible Nightcrawler

Originally posted by gxxkier

Kurt Wagner x Reader

The Incredible Nightcrawler

Author: Morgan

Prompt: One with Kurt where he meets a person at the circus who’s not afraid of him and brings him food and stuff and he thinks he’ll never see them again, but when he gets to the institute they’re there please?

Note: Awwwwwww

Warnings: Very cheesy ukulele love song that I may or may not have legitimately written chords for…

You could not believe your parents had sent you to live with your aunt and uncle for the summer. It was a dream come true, spending the entire summer in Munich. Of course, part of your staying with them meant you had to work in their flower shop, but you didn’t mind. You loved working behind the counter, meeting the people from the city who came in everyday to get flowers for their loved ones.

It was your first Friday night here, and after you closed up shop, you walked up stairs into the apartment above the shop, where your aunt and uncle lived. After hanging up your apron and taking off your nametag, you sat at the dinner table just as your aunt set the plates on the table.

“So (Y/N),” your uncle started, setting the newspaper on the table. “A friend of mine works at the circus. He thought you might enjoy going to see it.”

“That’d be really cool, yeah.” you nodded.

“He gave me these,” your uncle set three tickets and backstage passes in front of you.

“Sweet!” you smiled, taking a bite of mac ‘n cheese. “You’ll have to tell him I said thank you.”

***

The circus was amazing. All of the performers were breathtaking, especially the acrobats. You watched with a blindingly bright smile as the performer named Nightcrawler flew above the circus tent, flipping through the air. He was astounding, and you couldn’t wait to meet him.

As soon as the show ended, your aunt and uncle followed you backstage with baskets of flowers and started giving them out to the performers. You handed them out too, smiling and chatting idly with the fire breathers and animal handlers. Finally, you got to the back of the tent, where the acrobats were. You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and shyly approached the tall blue teen.

Up close, you noticed that he only had three fingers on each hand. His ears were pointed, he had a spaded tail, and swirling scars lined his cheeks. He was tall, thin, lanky. His skintight uniform showed off his chest and arm muscles. You blushed deeply at the sight of him, flustered.

“Hi! Um…this is…for you…” you held out a flower. He watched you uncertainly. How was it that you weren’t afraid of him like everyone else was? Every other person that came back stage after shows seemed to fear his unusual appearance.

“Danke, fraulein.” he took a deep whiff of the sweet flower before tentatively offering you his hand. “I’m Kurt. Kurt Vagner.”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” you shook his hand. “You were amazing out there. Took my breath away.”

“Danke,” his cheeks darkened to a deep shade of purple, a hand reaching back to scratch the back of his neck.

“Do you…can I get a picture with you?” you asked, holding up a Polaroid camera. Kurt nodded, asking one of his friends to take a picture of the two of you together. You wrapped an arm around him, and he did the same, wrapping one of his long arms around your shoulder. He crouched down a little so he didn’t tower over you as much, despite his height.

You thanked the other acrobat when they handed you your camera and the pictures, one for you and one for Kurt.

“Thank you so, so much. It was so nice to meet you, Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he smiled. “I hope ve’ll meet again.”

“Well, I’m here all summer, so I’m sure we’ll cross paths again.”

***

It was a summer love, sweet, innocent, pure. The kind of love that made your heart soar. It felt like fire pumping through your veins. Whenever you heard his name, you felt like you would explode, but in the best possible way.

It had become a habit to go watch him perform every weekend, but throughout the week while the performers were practicing, you would bring him little goodies from the flower shop or the bakery nearby. You took lots of pictures together, all over town. He introduced you to his friends, and you introduced him to your aunt and uncle, who were more than happy to host him for dinner from time to time.

And yeah, he was blue, but it didn’t matter to you. You loved him. Unabashedly, unashamed, unafraid of judgement. Kurt’s circus family couldn’t have been happier to see him so happy. He was head over heels, performing better, humming little tunes before shows and waiting anxiously afterwards for you to show your face in the performer’s tent and hug him tightly and add a few flowers to his ever-growing collection.

He made a habit of wrapping his tail around your waist or wrist whenever you were near. It was a silent announcement that you were his, that his heart belonged to you, that he wanted to keep you near and hold your hands and be there for you always.

When the summer came to an end, you had to go home. You told him goodbye, teary-eyed. You tried to blink the tears away, but you couldn’t. Big wet water droplets rolled down your cheeks. Kurt held you close, and in a swift, confident move, he kissed you. It was your first kiss. His too. A fairytale to say the very least.

The plane ride home was long, sad, but you couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at your lips every time you imagined his on yours. You could still feel his arms wrapped tight around you, still hear his voice reading you stories in German, or just joking around and having fun. You missed it. You missed him.

***

Months later, you were back at school, Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. It was a safe haven for people like you. Mutants. A place for them to play and have fun and learn in a secure environment.

You were sitting in front of the window in one of the living rooms. A small group of children had assembled in front of you, waiting for you to sing a song on your ukulele.

“Are you sure you want me to?” you checked, earning a resounding ‘yes!’ “Well, all right then…” you took a breath and began to sing.

Summer love is a dangerous game.

You never know if you’ll be the same…

I fell in love with a German guy.

He was really sweet, and he caught my eye.

He was blue. It shouldn’t matter to you.

He’s the nicest guy that I ever knew.

He stole my heart, again and again.

I loved him there…in the circus tent.

But I left. I went home.

Now I can’t help but feel all alone.

I remember his lips, soft against mine

Thought we’d be together for the rest of time.

It’s like he disappeared in a puff of smoke

And I think my heart’s having a stroke.

So yeah…I’m feeling kinda blue.

But so would you.

If you fell…in…love…

With a blue guy.”

You ended the song there, searching the kids’ faces. They looked kinda amused and confused, but they seemed to like the song one way or another.

Jubilee walked into the room, followed by a new kid, as she often was. You were too busy staring at your ukulele frets to notice who it was.

“Zhat vas a very sad song.” he stated, amber eyes looking at you with sympathy. He couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at his lips or the tears that streamed down his cheeks. You looked up, jolted by the sound of his voice. His accent was as thick as ever, and he was wearing a dark green trench coat over his costume.

“Oh my God.” you set down your ukulele and hopped up off of the couch, running into his arms. He twirled you around and then just held you there, letting your feet dangle above the floor. “I missed you so much…”

“I missed you too, mein liebe.” he swallowed, laughing as tears of joy streamed down his face.

“Wait…(Y/N)…” Jubilee put the pieces together as she looked at you and her new blue friend. “Kurt is the amazing mystery guy you’ve been singing about?”

“He’s a blue German guy. Is it really that hard to put together?” you laughed. Kurt set you down and held both of your hands in his. His tail secured itself around your waist, comfortable and snug there, as it usually was. “How did you get here?”

“It’s a long story…”

“Well, you can tell her as we finish our tour. How about that?” Jubilee asked, motioning toward the door. You nodded, taking Kurt’s large hand in your own and following the yellow-clad girl through the halls of the mansion.

So, I was at our annual family holiday dinner, and I was just kind of eating my food and listening to the adults talk about politics and stuff, and then all of a sudden my grandfather (who was sitting across from me) exclaims, “Girl, whose class ring is that around your neck?” (Because I never got a class ring, so I guess he assumed it was my boyfriend’s or something.)

I looked down, because I’d kind of forgotten what necklace I was wearing. 

It was the replica of Jace’s Morgenstern ring that I bought at Hot Topic two and a half years ago when the City Of Bones movie first came out.

I had to explain to my grandparents (and my mom and aunt, who had now dropped their conversation to listen to ours), at Christmas dinner, that no, I didn’t finally get a boyfriend, I’m just a huge nerd who bought her favorite book character’s family ring and had to put it on a necklace because it was too big for my tiny fingers. 

No one was even remotely surprised. 

god my aunt and grandparents came over for dinner and my aunt who is a second grade teacher was showing us a picture of an assignment she graded that basically looked like a man with a very large dick (obviously unintentionally it was a second grader) and all of us were laughing our asses off and she shows it to my dad who goes “is it supposed to be a penis? is that why you’re laughing? this kid can’t even draw a penis well” and i lost my fucking mind bc his intonation sounded so much like the “idiot can’t even make his own pancakes” bit

please help

I’m so fucked, please, I need help, anyone, I’m not asking for money I just need your moral support.

I recently moved to Denver to go to college, I’m living with my aunt and my cousin who is 11. it’s been a wonderful opportunity for all of us.

until yesterday when my cousin started asking about who Loki was, reading a charm necklace I have placed on his altar. I told her I’d tell her later and that he was a friend of mine.

Last night she started asking again and was noticeably curious. my aunt came home about that time so we had dinner and I decided I’d address it with her after my cousin went to bed.

so I told her, I lightened it because I know I can get intense about these things and although she seemed not to understand, I figured she’d leave it alone. we decided I would tell my cousin that his altar was sort of like an altar to Buddha or Mary , which is sort of true.

this morning I got a text from my mom asking me to call her ASAP.

my aunt texted her telling her how come my mom didn’t tell her I was “some Wiccan Loki worshipper bringing altars into her house”

I’ve never known my aunt to act like this. it’s completely uncharacteristic and I am blindsided. I’m in my bathroom right now trying to get dressed and think of what to do , but I got my mom to calm down but I’m scared about what’s going to happen when I leave my room. I’m afraid she’s going to kick me out or make me take down the altar - in which case I don’t know what I’ll do. He is a huge part of my life and I love Him so much. I’ve had his altar up for three years and it’s gentle presence is such a familiar comfort.

I just need your moral support. just a kind word that you’re thinking of me or you’ve been through something similar.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have not gone through anything like this before so I’m hurt and betrayed.

please. just let me know you’re out there - Lokeans, Heathens, Polytheists, Wiccans, Pagans, witches, all of you, let me know you’re there

Echoes (Harvest AU)

This is an AU of the original fiction, Harvest, that Chloe (@aelwen​) and I are writing. Chloe was having a bad day so I said I’d write her about our girls. She gave me the prompt, “You need to go.” I don’t usually post my writing, but hey, I feel like sharing it this time. It’s quite short, roughly 1250 words.

Mas is leaving for the Navy, and she stops by to see Kris before she leaves.

(CW: brief alcoholism mention, implied parental abuse, implied PTSD)


    When Kris Suhn opened her front door, that evening of the summer of nineteen ninety-one, she wasn’t sure what to expect. Maybe a courier, with a late delivery for her mum? Or her aunt, who sometimes came around for dinner, without any sort of warning? But she was not expecting to see Masara Saenan, not like this.

    “Mas,” Kris breathed, “you…”

    The young woman on her doorstep smirked. Despite being lower down the verandah steps, she still stood little taller than Kris. Her immaculate white uniform almost glowed under the verandah light. And her short, pale hair, usually slicked back, was hidden under a sailor’s cap, which in turn was crowned by the shining insignia of the Royal Australian Navy.

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“The Wallflower and the Spider” Peter Parker x Female!Reader (3/4)

Word Count: 856

Warnings: Bit of swearing, FLUFF

Plot:  You and Peter have been best friends ever since you were seven years old. The two of you were inseparable, until high school started.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to finish this, Jadyn got a lil distracted :) But don’t fret, part 3 is finally here! Hope you guys like it!


You felt your eyes start to water. You turned around and started running down the hallway, pushing anyone who was in your way. As you started to gain speed, someone tripped you and you fell flat on your face. You heard  everyone laughing. As you started to sob, you look up and notice that you landed right in front of the one, and only: Peter Parker.


Peter immediately grabbed your arm and helped you up. He looked at Amber, who was laughing her ass off, and gave her the dirtiest glare you had ever seen. Peter looked back at you and noticed another tear going down your face. He swiftly grabbed your hand, pulled you down the hallway and out of the school. He stopped at one of the tables in the courtyard and sat down with you in his lap. You hugged him tightly, remembering all the good times that you two had. You slowly catch your breath and pull away from his embrace.

“Thanks,” you said as he wiped a tear from your cheek.

“No problem, your crown is a lil crooked though.” Peter smirked and you let out a small laugh.

“This is feeling a bit familiar, don’t you think?” you flashed a shy smile as you looked into his soft brown eyes. But Peter’s smirk quickly turned into a look of concern.

“So, I heard that you were living by yourself now… What happened? I thought things were going so well with your foster mom?” 

You looked down at your hands, trying to find a good way to explain what had happened.

“Things were going well until she decided she wanted her own kids… she didn’t want me anymore,” you said as another tear rolled down your cheek.

“(Y/n), I’m so sor-”

“It’s fine Peter, Amber was right. Who would ever want a ‘lame nerd’ like me..” you moved away from Peter and begin to walk away but he grabs your hand.

“Oh, come on (Y/n), you aren’t THAT lame. I mean, at night I swing around the city in a red suit and shoot webs… oh shit.” Peter put his hand over his mouth, realizing what he just said. You looked at him confusedly, not exactly sure what he just told you.

“I can explain… but not here.” Peter took your hand and pulled you to the nearest bus stop. He brought you back to his apartment, completely forgetting you both had Calculus next period. But as Peter rushed you into his room, not even letting you reconnect with Aunt May, you knew what he was going to tell you was serious.


“So… you are the spider thing that wears a onesie and saves people?” Peter nodded his head. He explained everything: from the spider bite to losing Uncle Ben. You saw how broken he was when he talked about Uncle Ben’s death, and you tried to assure him that it wasn’t his fault. He said that it was, but he couldn’t change the past.

“What happened, happened. I can’t fix it, but I can try to prevent something like that happening again. That’s why I became Spiderman.” You jumped onto his bed and hugged him. He held you tightly as you gripped his T-shirt.

“I missed you,” Peter whispered in your ear.

“I missed you too Pete,” you , shedding a tear. You bury your head in his neck, not wanting this moment to end. He kissed your cheek and put his hands on the side of your face, making you look into his eyes.

“I want you to know I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what happened between us. I let my friends treat you like shit, and I regret letting that happen because you don’t deserve that. You are an amazing girl, (Y/n). And I can’t lose you again.. I won’t lose you again,” Peter confessed, his eyes watering. You brought your hand up to his and squeezed it.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like minutes until Aunt May came barging into Peter’s room and startled you both.
“(Y/n)! It’s been so long since you’ve been here. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Um,” You looked back at Peter, who smiled at you in hopes you would say yes. “Sure, I would love to,” you said smiling back.

“Great! I’m making my famous meatloaf!” She shut Peter’s door and happily walked back to the kitchen. You stared at the door for a minute, thinking about how much you missed Aunt May and her meatloaf. As you turned around to laugh with Peter how awkward you were around May, you felt his soft lips press against yours. You put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your lips moved in sync. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. All you could do was smile as you both tried to catch your breath. You rubbed his neck as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you go out on a date with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”


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Chapter 125: Slowly, starting to understand LOVE

Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification on certain things, if anything, leave a comment or message me if something still doesn’t make sense. Remember, no spoilers please. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated. :) Thank you!

As always, thank you for reading and enjoying the journey with:

Gu Hai & Bai Luo Yin

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Chapter 125: Slowly, starting to understand LOVE

For the pass several days, Bai Han Qi and his wife, continuously, busied themselves with preparations for Chinese New Year. Before, they had always enjoyed a great deal of hilarity when everyone gathered together to celebrate New Year. And in those moments, being consumed by the cheerful atmosphere, was good enough for them. But, this year was different, there are two additional people to the family, so everything must be livelier.

Aunt Zou had closed the restaurant earlier. She was dedicated and had committed herself, on dealing with all of the constituents for the New Year, at home. Bai Han Qi, on the other hand, was bent on being her second set of hands and occasionally, Bai Luo Yin would help out as well. But for the most part, Aunt Zou was not content and against Bai Luo Yin helping out. She would rather order her own son around.

Everyone in the household was full of joy with their jubilant appearance, that is, except for Bai Luo Yin.

Even the notoriously dense Bai Han Qi could sense that Bai Luo Yin was strange, somewhat out of character.

Today Aunt Zou was in the kitchen, making and deep frying various sweets1* for the snack boxes. Bai Han Qi entered with two barrels of oil, tightly secured in his hands. He placed them down and stood situated beside Aunt Zou.

His dark orbs peered outside and, in a low voice that was almost a whisper, “I have a feeling that lately my son is a bit strange.”

“Your son?” Aunt Zou gave Bai Han Qi a side glance.

Bai Han Qi laughed awkwardly, “I said it wrong, our son.”

“Stand a bit further away, so the oil won’t splash on you,” Aunt Zou reached out and pushed Bai Han Qi to the side and asked, “What do you mean strange?”

“A few days ago, I had already thought he was in a bad mood. So, these past two days, I been keeping my eyes on him and noticed that he’s always staring blankly at that jewelry box. That day he went out, I sneaked into his room and took a peek, its all real gold and diamonds. My son…no, our son, where did he get so much money to buy all those things? He didn’t steal them, did he?”

Aunt Zou shot a death glare at Bai Han Qi, “You’re saying, he robbed a gold store so, these past couple of days, out of guilt, he’s been scared out of his mind?”

Bai Han Qi’s complexion was of a stern and upright male, “I’m afraid that’s what it is. Even if we let him surrender, we should at least wait until after New Year?”

Aunt Zou stood with arms akimbo, frowning at Bai Han Qi, a fire of resentment danced across her face.

“The longer you’ve lived, the crazier you get? Our son has faced so many hardships with you for all these years and he’d never thought of robbery. Now that life is a bit better, he wants to be a criminal? You’re very…what do you want me to say to you now? You, just go stand over there! Don’t get in my way, go go go…”

Bai Han Qi blocked the doorway. He understood none of this, and had thought that he has been wronged.

“This woman…you’re already at this age and you’re still so fickle! Explain this, we’ve just been married for a few days and you’ve already changed. Before, even if you scold me, you’d at least have a smile on, but just look, look, now…”

“That’s because before you’ve never said such nonsense.”

Bai Han Qi scratched his head and sighed. He turned away, with the intention of leaving when Aunt Zou called out to stop him.

“Come over here, I have something to discuss with you.”

“Didn’t you just say I was in your way?”

Aunt Zou was a little anxious, “I really have something to talk about with you. I didn’t remember a second ago. It’s about Yin Zi.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Han Qi quickly walked over.

Aunt Zou cautiously said, “I think, our Yin Zi is experiencing puppy love.”

“He’s already 17, it can’t be puppy love?” Bai Han Qi did not take it to heart, “When I was 17, I was already with Yin Zi’s mother.”

“You think things were the same back then as now? Nowadays, the pressure of studying is very aggressive. Yin Zi is already in his second year of high school and even more, I heard people say, the second year is the most crucial yea. If he doesn’t concentrate on his studies, he will fall behind his classmates.”

Bai Han Qi laughed, “I trust my son.”

“I’m not trying to scare you,” Aunt Zou patted Bai Han Qi’s shoulder, “Two days ago, a girl came here looking for our Yin Zi. She was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. I personally saw the two of them leaving together.”

“Was she pretty?” Bai Han Qi absent-mindedly asked.

“Pretty, very pretty…but, why are you asking this?”

Later that night, after they had finished dinner, Bai Han Qi went into Bai Luo Yin’s room, who was busy tinkering with a pile of boards.

“What are you doing son?” Bai Han Qi sat next to Bai Luo Yin.

Bai Luo Yin did not raise his head and said, “I want to make a model airplane. After the semester starts again, the school will be holding a model airplane exhibition.”

“You can do it son!” Bai Han Qi patted Bai Luo Yin’s head.

Bai Luo Yin grunted in agreement as he continued to busy himself with his task; he did not say anything else afterwards.

Bai Han Qi thought that it was no business of him to be sitting there, leaving would be best…but he has not finish what he wanted to say yet, so he told himself to stay…but once again he faltered, feeling rather indecisive.

“So the exhibition is after the semester starts?” Bai Han Qi asked once again.

Bai Luo Yin nodded.

“So, you’re working on it now?”

Bai Luo Yin’s hands stopped and he looked blankly at Bai Han Qi.

“Dad, what exactly are you trying to say huh?”

Embarrassment crawled onto Bai Han Qi’s face, “I wanted to ask…”

“Ask me why Gu Hai didn’t come back with me, right?”

“Yeah…it’s that. I wanted to ask you about it earlier. Since winter break started, I’ve only seen him once. At that time, you two weren’t together. What’s exactly going on huh?”

Bai Luo Yin faintly replied, “He’s celebrating New Year at home.”

“So that’s how it is…that’s good. It’s best to returned to his own home on such an important holiday as New Year.”

“Is there anything else?” asked Bai Luo Yin.

Bai Han Qi’s expression froze for a second before he awkwardly laughed, “Nothing else.”

After Bai Han Qi left, Bai Luo Yin was not in the mood to work anymore. His eyes made way toward the window. Meng Tong Tian was in the yard, foolishly waving the stick, that was in his hand, around. After a while, Aunt Zou called him into the house. There were no other living things in his line of sight. Only a single jujube tree remained, its leaves had long fallen and its branches and barks nakedly endured the winter’s weather.

And it was like this that he continued to look at everything, until time sneakily past by without him noticing. It was only until his message alert tone went off, and Bai Luo Yin picked it up, did he realized that it was already pass 11:00pm.

The message read: Shi Hui, “Are you free tomorrow?”

Bai Luo Yin did not reply back as he placed the cellphone to the side. He does not know how many times he had already turned a cold shoulder to those messages.

As expected, the things you’ve lost, only at the time that you’ve lost it, was it beautiful. Once you’ve picked it up again, its glamour has already been lost.

Several days ago, when he received Shi Hui’s call, he could still feel his heartbeat quickening and for a long while he was unable to calm it down. Now, this only feeling, has diminished as well. That beautiful past has become as transient as a fleeting cloud.

Why is it like this?

Am I really a heartless person?

Bai Luo Yin lightly sighed and closed his eyes.

Bai Han Qi entered Bai Luo Yin’s room. Upon seeing that his son’s eyes were close, he immediately thought that the youngster had already fallen asleep, so he switched the lights off.

Bai Luo Yin’s hands felt around for the cellphone beside his pillow, but instead, he felt a cold item beneath his fingers.

It was a nail clipper.

With the cellphone’s light, Bai Luo Yin could see a line of words strung one after the other, etched neatly on the nail clipper.

《A husband that doesn’t want to make love to his wife is not a good husband!》

The other nail clipper was with Gu Hai and only one character was etched on it,Fuck off!2*

Bai Luo Yin suddenly laughed. He laughed and laughed until a touch of suspicion sprouted in his heart. This suspicion caused Bai Luo Yin’s laughter to be consumed with pain and agony, and the aftertaste of it, was drenched with despair.

Don’t tell me…the word I’ve often said to him is, ‘fuck off’?

Very late into the night, Bai Luo Yin suffered from insomnia again.

Shi Hui sent him another message, “I can’t sleep, what should I do? I miss you, what should I do?”

Bai Luo Yin’s hand reached down toward his own underwear. Slowly, he used his hand to comfort himself. It was only at a moment like this, could he get rid of all his troubling thoughts and silently indulged in this simple pleasure. His body gradually became hot.

A fire was ignited in heart. It flickered about, first dimly and before long it exploded, causing the temperature of his heart to flare up.

Gu Hai’s face suddenly flashed across his mind.

His hands trembled.

Bewilderment traversed throughout his face and alighted resplendently.

Before when Gu Hai helped him released, he had always imagined that Gu Hai was a woman. And, it was only then, could he engrossed himself in the moment.

It’s preposterous…why is it that now, I only became excited because of him. Have I really become a pervert?

Anxiety, restlessness, emptiness, concern…every single negative emotion gushed forth and fought against the pleasures that had inevitably gravitated toward his body. The strength of these two opposing forces collided. Neither advanced nor retreated…Bai Luo Yin’s heart and mind plunged into an abyss as it suffered severely from the lingering torment.

It felt like a ball of fire had torched his entire body, setting it ablaze. As the wave of heat surged, crested over him, and silently recapitulated, those abiding emotions finally were drowned out.

Bai Luo Yin silently gave up and caved in, abandoning himself. He allowed his feelings to act willfully, do whatever it pleases and devoured him.

He imagined that his own hands were Gu Hai’s hands.

He imagined the way, the tip of Gu Hai’s tongue, would travel slowly along his body. The more he thought of it, the more excited he felt…the more he thought of it, the more he couldn’t control himself.

It was even to the point that, he had the desire to slip into Gu Hai and thrust into him. Very intensely and strongly…very strongly…

As he reached his climax, Bai Luo Yin was unable to stop a moan from seeping out from between his tightly sealed lips, “Gu Hai…”

It sounded like a whisper…a whisper that hovered closely to his ears. Even Bai Luo Yin was scared by this realization.

Why would I call out his name in a moment like this?

In the middle of the night, Bai Han Qi awoken and sought out the bathroom to relieve himself. He discovered his son, in his pyjamas, crouched outside in the yard, smoking.

“Yin Zi.”

Bai Luo Yin stood up and looked at Bai Han Qi, “Dad, why are you up?”

“I need to use the toilet. Why you crouching here? Quick, go back to your room. Are you trying to get sick for the New Year?”

Bai Luo Yin stubbed the cigarette and steadied his gaze on Bai Han Qi.

“Dad, after you’ve finished, come sleep in my room.”

In that instant, a flush crept over Bai Han Qi’s face, happiness cozily settling on it. When Bai Luo Yin was younger, the two slept under the same blanket. Every night before sleeping, they had to warm it up and now, in the blink of an eye, Bai Luo Yin had completely stopped asking him to sleep together in the same room. Today was the first time since forever.

Bai Han Qi stepped forward, grasped Bai Luo Yin’s head and cheerfully said, “You haven’t been home in such a long time, you still know how to act like a spoiled child?”

Bai Luo Yin did not say anything.

Bai Han Qi patted his son’s buttocks before he chided him, “Go in, your cheeks are cold.”

1*咯吱盒 – it’s a box that contains different type of sweets –some of which are fried – think of bento box but with snacks

2* 滚 – one character but translated to two words

The original novel is written by Chai Jidan

I do not own any of its’ content

I am merely an amateur translator/editor

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what about another part of swim instructor percy?

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  • “Mommy! Swimming!” James whined as he waited outside her bedroom door with his swim trunk on, which he put on himself so they were on backwards. 
  • Annabeth groaned, not wanting to get out of bed. Percy had decided that it would be a great idea to go on a date the night before and she didn’t get home until one in the morning and slightly tipsy.
  • “Mommy!” He ran over and climbed on her. “Mommy, wake up! It’s swim time!”
  • There was a flushing sound from the bathroom, which scared James.
  • “Mommy, there’s someone in here!” He whispered, trying to get her up. “Mommy!”
  • “James? Buddy, why are you up?” The stranger asked as he walked over.
  • James looked at the stranger which took him a moment to recognize. “It’s swim day, Percy.”
  • “I know it’s swim day, but it’s six in the morning. You have two hours before swim time.” Percy told him, picking him up off of Annabeth. 
  • “But mommy always makes me breakfast before swimming.” He pouted. 
  • Percy smiled a bit. “I’ll make you breakfast. Let mommy sleep. She had a long night.”
  • He brought him to the small kitchen. He looked around to see what he could make for him, but there was barely any food.
  • “Mommy lets me have chocolate for breakfast.” He smiled. “And chocolate milk.”
  • “Yeah, I don’t think chocolate isn’t a meal.” Percy replied, looking through the cabinets. Annabeth hasn’t stocked up in a long time. There was almost nothing in there.
  • This worried him. Has she been starving themselves? James looked alright to him. Not malnourished or starving. He was a kid who was excited and ready for swim lessons.
  • “What did Aunt Piper get you for dinner last night?” Percy asked as he faced him.
  • “We went to McDonalds! I got a cool toy!” He smiled.
  • Percy smiled. “I bet. How about you get dressed and we’ll get some bagels.”
  • He nodded and went to his room to get dressed.
  • It was around seven when Percy and James came back from the bagel place. Percy got James settled in front of the TV with his bagel and chocolate milk, after a lot of begging.
  • Percy went into Annabeth’s room. She was still asleep but her alarm was going off.
  • “Annabeth, Annabeth, wake up.” Percy gently shook her. 
  • She groaned but woke up. Her gray eyes looked up at him.
  • “Morning.” She slightly smiled.
  • “Morning.” He leaned down and kissed her. “You need to get up.”
  • “You’re his swim teacher, you can take him.” She mumbled.
  •  “I have other students after him. But I have a question, why isn’t there any food in the apartment?”
  • “Rent.” She groaned. “I needed to save up more money for rent so I didn’t go shopping this week.”
  • Percy sat down next to her. “Are you tight on money? Annabeth, I can help you out.”
  • “No!” She sat up. “No. I don’t need help. I’ve been doing fine on my own for three years.”
  • “But James is getting older. He’s going to want to do more things and that costs more money.”
  • “Percy, we’ll be fine.” She started to move away. Three years she’s been doing this with no help. Piper has always babysat, for free, but that’s the only charity she was going to allow. She didn’t need help with financial stuff. 
  • “Annabeth, you can’t starve James-”
  • “I’m not starving him! He’s well fed!” She glared. “How dare you think I would do that to my son!”
  • “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But you can’t do this to him or yourself.” He told her. “Annabeth, you got to be healthy too.”
  • She looked down. “Take James to swim lessons. I’ll come pick him up.” 
  • “Okay. I’ll see you there.” He kissed her cheek. 
  • She nodded and watched him leave her room. 
Meeting The Family

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Bucky is about to meet your family for the first time,  and is more than scared about how they will react to him.

Word Count: 1689

I didn’t want to name the reader’s family members, so here are some explanations for the abbreviations I used:

Y/M/N - Your mother’s name
Y/L/N - Your last name
Y/S/N - Your sister’s name
Y/N/N - Your niece’s name 

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“You really don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to,” You told Bucky for what felt like the hundredth time, but he simply shook his head.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He gave you a light smile, “I really want to meet your family.”
But no matter what he told you, you could still tell how nervous he really was. After all, It was your mother’s birthday, and your whole extended family would meet at your parents’ house to celebrate it.
“They’ll love you,” You reassured him, knowing how worried he was about how they would react to him being your boyfriend. After all, his face had been all over the news, with the words ‘assassin’ and 'terrorist’ right next to it. He was especially insecure about his metal arm, and the way it made people stare at him on hot summer days like this one, where he couldn’t wear long sleeves to cover it up. You knew about these worries, and therefore had assured him that he didn’t have to come with you if he wasn’t ready yet, over and over again. You just didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, Bucky had agreed to join you, and you were now looking forward to showing your boyfriend off.

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”I started doing this professionally about 15 years ago but this is something I knew I wanted to do at a very young age. I was approached by someone when I was twelve years old. I was with my aunt, and we were sitting at dinner and an agent came up to us and said, ‘if you’re ever interested in acting or modeling, here’s my card please call me.’ And I got so excited! And the minute the guy walked away she ripped (the card) up. And I just thought ‘Oh my god, there goes my dream.’ And she goes ‘no, if this is something you want you can pursue it, you have to do the work to get there, it shouldn’t come so easily.’ And this is coming from an aunt who has been in the industry. But I would say to anyone, do the work. Study your craft. Don’t go into this completely blind. And don’t be discouraged. There’s always going to be someone who is prettier than you, better than you in some way, but everyone has that something that makes them different.”

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Prompt: Will meeting Hannibal's family :D

Will had never met Molly’s parents. Her father had died and she was estranged to her mother, their engagement and wedding had gone smoothly and quickly without Will ever having to explain himself to a pair of vastly unimpressed and worried parents.

Meeting the in-laws was not something he’d expected he’d be doing being with Hannibal. But Hannibal was always intent to surprise him.

Sometimes it ended well. Sometimes Will would need recovery time.

This time, he wasn’t sure how it would end. 

Will adjusted his tie. His hair felt messy. He’d combed it twice and then had Hannibal adjust any stray hairs before they arrived, the amused tilt to his lips the entire time had been endearing and irritating. Will wished there was a mirror. He hadn’t been this nervous over his appearance since his first formal dinner at Hannibal’s house with Abigail and Lounds.

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Luke Imagine - Undecided

Requested: Yeppp

Author: Brittany

Notes:

  • Sorry this took 100 years to write!
  • Also I want a Luke Hemmings to take home to my family bye

Undecided – Luke Imagine

You were over the moon on this beautiful afternoon. You and Luke, your husband of two years, were going to visit your family for a whole week. He was finally going to meet your favorite grandmother. She wasn’t able to go to the wedding because as the years pass, it becomes harder and harder for her to move around. Your mom managed to cart her over for the week you were staying and everybody was so excited.

“You ready to go?” You asked Luke as your poked earrings through your lobes. He was sitting in front of the mirror, holding the can of hairspray in his hand, but not moving. “Luke?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

He snapped back to reality and applied the hairspray. “Yeah,” Luke said, but continued to play with his quiff.

You pulled both of his hands away from his hair and gave him a soothing kiss on the lips. “You look great,” You reassured. Luke smiled up at you and kissed your hand. “Now let’s go, princess,” You grinned.

The two of you hopped into your car and drove to your parent’s house. It’s funny. Luke had known your family for years but still gets nervous whenever you went over there. As you pulled into the driveway of your old house, the color drained from Luke’s face. “Will you please stop worrying?” You caressed his cheek, “You know my family. They love you.”

“But,” Luke stuttered, “What about your grandma?”

You chuckled, “Granny will love you too! She’s not the intimidating type. Luke, she’s like almost 90 years old.” He laughed a little too and pecked your cheek, indicating that he was ready to go in.

“Luke!” Your mom came running out of the house as you both got out of the car. She wrapped her arms around him and he smiled, reciprocating the embrace. “It’s so good to see you,” Your mom walked next to your husband, “You know the drill, Luke. Make yourself at home, I cooked your favorite for dinner.”

You stood at the car laughing, “Mom!” You exclaimed, “What about your daughter?”

“I carried you for nine months and lived with you for 19 years,” She sassed without turning around, “I don’t need to see right now!” You giggled and followed them into the house.

Your dad was sitting on the couch letting your baby cousin paint his toenails. “Oh, hey, y/n, Luke,” Your dad said with a warming smile, “I’m just doin’ some manly business.”

Luke laughed, “Yes, sir.”

Then your little cousin pranced over to your tall husband with a bottle of pink polish, “Can I paint yours too?”

“Of course you can,” Luke bent down and kissed the top of her head, “But it’ll have to be later, ok sweetie?” She nodded with a smile spread so far across her little face and returned to your dad.

Your mom came over and nudged you, “Why don’t you two put your stuff in your room and come down for dinner in like 10 minutes?” You nodded and pulled Luke upstairs.

“I love seeing you with my cousin,” You beamed as you threw your stuff in a drawer, “You’re so good with kids.”

Luke chuckled as he did the same, “I guess you’re right. I’ve always been so natural with children.”

You snaked your hands around his waist and rest your lips on his broad shoulder. “See?” You whispered into his skin, “This isn’t so bad, now is it? You always psych yourself out, but once we settle in, it’s like your home.”

“You’re right,” Luke sighed, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He was always so hard on himself and it broke your heart. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you,” You planted a small kiss on his shoulder, “Now let’s go eat and you can meet Granny.”

When you got downstairs, everyone was running around the kitchen and dining room, finishing the preparations for dinner. “Is there anything we can do?” Luke offered as your aunt flew by.

“No, no, no,” She shook her head, “You two just have a seat, and everything will be ready momentarily.”

You and Luke took your seats towards the end of the table. Your two not so little brothers came crashing in talking about some chicks they met at the bar. “Oh,” Your youngest brother sneered, “Look who it is.”

“It’s y/n and her douche,” Your other brother smirked.

Luke stood up from the table with a grin, “Come here you two little shits,” And pulled them into a strong hug. Your brothers always wanted you to get with someone they were able to joke with. Luke was basically their older brother.

Soon enough, everyone was sitting around the long table, and you noticed one empty seat. “Where’s Granny?” You asked your mom.

“Hold onto your tits, I’ve arrived,” You grandmother announced as she walked into the room and took her seat. She always liked to make an entrance.

You stood up and gave her a huge hug, “I missed you so much!”

“I miss you too,” She replied, “You always were my favorite grandchild.”

“Hey!” Both your brothers exclaimed.

Luke stood up and came around as well, “I’m y/n’s husband. My name is Luke,” He extended a hand.

Your grandma shook it with pleasure, “Oh, I know! Y/n never shuts up about you. It’s an honor to meet you Luke.”

About halfway through the meal, your grandma’s sassy persona came back. “So, Luke, y/n,” She said without looking up from her plate, “Do you think I’ll see great grandchildren before I’m dead? You know, I don’t have much time left.”

Your jaw dropped, but you smiled. “Granny!” You scolded, “We don’t want to scare Luke away.” You looked over at your husband who hadn’t said a word. He was biting his lip and his eye was watering. “Luke?” You asked, “Are you ok?”

You realized he was choking on his drink and pat his back. After a couple of harsh coughs, Luke was relieved. “Sorry, wrong pipe,” He croaked with a final cough, “Excuse me.” He disappeared upstairs and after a few minutes, you decided to follow him.

You were about to knock on the bathroom door, when you heard him on the phone. “Calum, it was so awful,” He whimpered, “Her grandma asked about children. I’m not ready. I can’t even think about that right now. I’m freaking out! What if y/n wants kids right now? I can’t do this. I don’t want kids.”

A tear slid down your face. You had always assumed Luke wanted kids. He was so good with them. But no, he didn’t want kids. Yet here you were, three weeks pregnant, thinking this was the week to tell your entire family. Including Luke. Now what?

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I’m currently sitting in the library at school, I finished all my assignments, so I thought I would write a little to keep busy, that way I can stay in here and hide a bit longer. No one bothers me in here, well no one really ever comes in here and stays. I did eat a little bit, I figured I could do it since I’m unseen  in here, I had a few crisps, which should tide me over until I get home later. Did I forget to mention that I can’t eat in front of people, because I can’t, I think its standard though when you are fat, it’s a lose lose situation all the way around, if I eat unhealthy food they’ll think ‘look at that fat cow, no wonder she got to that size’ or if I eat healthy food they’ll think ‘who are you trying to kid, you didn’t get to that size by eating salads’, I just know that’s what they’re thinking I can see it on their faces; I guess it’s just another thing to add to the long list of shit wrong with me.

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The Reunion || Young Thomas Sharpe || Closed

It was nearing the end of April, the sixteen year old boy sat on the small cot that served as his bed; leaning his elbows on the edge of the window sill as he watched the sun set. It was the most depressing moment of the day; watching the sun wink out of existence. When he was younger every night he feared it might never return. A silly worry to have when there were so many far greater troubles that he faced during both the day and the night; especially then.

Things were different now but not really better. At least not for the young master Thomas. He spent his weekdays in boarding school and his weekends in the attic of his Aunt Florence’s house. He had yet to decide which place was worse. 

Thomas sighed as he watched the sun sink into the bay. The smell of salt water reminded him of the shellfish that his aunt had forced him to eat at dinner. But that was not what gave him the sinking feeling in his stomach. He had overheard her speaking to her husband about his guardianship and that they would have no choice but to hand him over when they came.  

It wasn’t him that they would miss, he knew that all too well. It was the last of his parents fortune that they held rights to in his name that they wished to hold onto. But who had claimed guardianship in their stead? What torments awaited him in this new person’s care. For his young life had been filled with far too many miseries to count. He had no hope left in him for anything good to transpire from the change.

Thomas had two more years before he would be legally an adult in the eyes of the law. And Allerdale Hall would than be his and whatever remained of their fortune with it. Not that Thomas wished to go back there. He tried his best not to think of that place and all that went on within its walls. But when he had his own means of support than he could find his sister. His aunt refused to tell him where she was sent after the police had found them. And he feared for her. Everyday for the past four years, he worried for Lucille.

Thomas heard a knock on the attic door. He turned his gaze toward it; watching the doorknob swivel. “Yes, what is it?”