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hoosbandewan · 3 months

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THE Billy Taylor Post

I have a love/hate relationship with The Halcyon as a show overall. I don't feel like all of it is written well, but the area in which it definitely excels is Billy Taylor's story. You know, the cutie pie bellboy that Ewan plays and who is always bugging out in all of the gifs we make of him. He's young, he's sweet, and he's insanely adorable.

And his story is also the best in the entire show. In my opinion!!

I also cry whenever I think about Billy for too long but we'll get into that later, hehe.

Spoilers for The Halcyon, btw!

If you haven't seen it, The Halcyon is set at a fancy hotel in London just as WWII has come to Britain. Also, fair warning that this post is a little bit all over the place because I have SO MANY BILLY TAYLOR FEELS

At the start of the show, Billy is seventeen and working at The Halcyon as a bellboy. He's portrayed by Ewan as someone who's maybe a little bit... no thoughts, head empty. I jokingly refer to Billy as having big NPC energy when he's in the background of scenes because it looks like he has radio static going through his head whenever he's not being interacted with. And like to think that it's not because it was Ewan's first gig as an actor. I think Billy genuinely is a little bit daft. He's the baby himbo. He's the golden retriever puppy who isn't the smartest in the room but he makes up for it with hard work and dedication and pure sweetness.

I mean, he's only seventeen and he appears to be one of the higher ranking bellboys at the hotel. He's given important tasks like welcoming ~secret guests to the hotel, showing new hires where to go, and personally taking care of high ranking guests' belongings. He's clearly trusted by the management and is, more importantly, very good at his job.

But, bless his heart... Billy can be kind of a mess. He's forgetful and sometimes just plain thick. He loses the family dog of the lord and lady who own the hotel while taking it out for a walk. (Literally how does that happen. Billy.) He bungles the staff poker game by revealing his hand without realizing. He's also a silly little dumbass when he and a couple of the other hotel staff are at the movie theater and see the lady who owns the hotel (who's there on a !secret date) and he straight up points at her from several aisles back with his eyes all bugging out. Be more obvious, Billy!

Billy is young and naive and maybe not the smartest guy around, but you know what? He's good at what he does (most of the time, lol) and he's a damn hard worker.

He's also someone who knows that people are reluctant to believe in him and he clearly doesn't like that. Billy signs up to join the army the moment he turns eighteen and, although we don't see it, his mum Peggy (who works at the hotel as the telephonist aka switchboard operator) mentions to the hotel general manager that there was a bit of an argument between them over it.

“Do you know why he was so upset that I didn’t want him signing up? He thought I was saying he wasn’t good enough.”

He also gets angry with his mum when his call-up papers do arrive. I know I called him daft before, so I'm giving him credit where credit is due - he actually very cleverly notices that the letter should have gone to his family's house, but it showed up at the hotel instead. And, upon learning that he's been assigned to the Royal Artillery instead of what he wanted - the engineers - he knows it was his mum (with the help of the hotel general manager, but he doesn't know that part) who moved things around so that Billy could stay close to home.

He angrily tells her, "I ain't a child no more," and storms out of the room. Billy wants to prove himself. He wants to be a grown up with responsibilities and he wants to be believed in.

You feel for him, but you also feel for his mum, who is watching her only son grow up and enlist in the war effort. At one point, Peggy mentions that she was only 19 or 20 by the time she'd had Billy, so she was a young mother (and still is!). Her worrying and fretting over him clearly annoys him because he's a teenager, but, god you feel for her. We also learn that Billy's dad, Jim, was drafted to fight in the war so she must be out of her mind with worry. I'll get more into my Billy feels as related to his mum in a bit. But I mean... just look at this line of Peggy's after Billy's joined the army:

“I pray. I fuss. I hold him a little tighter each time I see him."

Before I move on, GOSH, Billy is such a teenager when it comes to his interactions with his mum, lol. He doesn't want her fussing over him or being affectionate. He shrugs her off when she tries to fix his collar. He's reluctant to let her kiss his cheek... but he lets her do it anyway, of course.

Speaking of his family, Billy's relationship with his little sister, Dora, is also so cute and I love them. She tells another character that she doesn't miss him once he's moved out to join the army because she thinks he's "annoying" but she really does love him, lbr. And he's clearly very close with her, too.

At one point, their family home is destroyed in the Blitz so Peggy and Dora move into The Halcyon for a while. Billy watches his sister on mornings that he can get away from his army duties. He carries her around piggyback style. He lets her wear his army hat. He calls her "squirt." They're freaking adorable.

There's also a cute little moment during one of the Blitz raids where Billy's mum and sister are in the hotel shelter and Dora is frightened. Her mum tells her to listen for the sounds of the artillery and says, “That’s our Billy. He’s protecting us.”

And he is. Billy is a protector. He's always looking out for the people he cares about. When Kate, the maid he has a crush on, is SA'd by the Count, Billy angrily confronts him and even points the Count's own fucking gun at him. AND HE PULLS THE TRIGGER. He was about to fucking murder this man for doing what he did to Kate!

Billy is a fucking real one. God, he's the best character.

I don't have anywhere specific to put this, but I wanted to mention how much I love the little detail the writers added in about Billy's handiness and interest in machinery:

He is seen chatting with one of the waiters about the guns they use in the war and is later able to correctly identify the type of German plane flying over the hotel.

Later on in the season, The Halcyon's general manager and head concierge are trying to fix the hotel generator and lamenting that Billy was the one who always maintained it before he left to join the army. (I will come back to this later because omg)

Billy himself mentions to his mum at one point that he's planning on helping a neighbor with some things she needs done in her shelter and that he expects it to be a quick job.

When he joins the army, he's put in charge of operating one of the anti-aircraft guns - directing his fellow soldiers and being the one to manually operate the machine itself.

Now that I think I've covered every other Billy feel, I have to talk about... the worst one. The saddest one. His death. /:

I don't know how to say this without sounding like a complete [Michael Gavey voice] loooser, but I can't really think about Billy and his story in this show for too long without... crying? Oof.

I think that's a testament to just how well written his storyline was in this show. They make you care so fucking much about this sweet, innocent, pure-hearted, good to a fault, daft, brave young man so much that, when he dies in the Blitz, it really fucking hurts.

I swear, thinking about Billy Taylor deals psychic damage to me every time.

And I think that, part of the reason that Billy's death hurts so much is because of how it's shown to us. We all know the famous orange scene between Billy and Kate so I'm sorry for ruining it by making it sad, lol. But that scene ends with Kate telling Billy that she'll meet him the next morning to share the orange with him. So when morning comes and the hotel staff are arriving and see Kate waiting impatiently for "someone" who hasn't arrived, your heart fucking sinks immediately.

They don't even tell us about Billy's death by showing Peggy learning of the news. We're told through Kate's POV. He doesn't show up to their meeting in the morning and, when she arrives for her shift, the staff has been gathered around by the general manager. Only then do we learn that Billy was killed by a parachute mine the night before. And we follow Kate to the same closet where Billy gave her the orange, where she's sobbing and cradling the fruit in her hands.

But what's even sadder is that Billy remains a presence throughout the rest of the show. You, as the viewer, grieve him alongside not only his family, but also the people who knew him and worked with him.

When the hotel loses power during a bombing one night and the general manager and head concierge are trying to fix the generator, they're lost for what to do and even lost for words because Billy was the one who always handled the generator. They end up fixing the thing by taking a wrench and banging the side of it because "That's what Billy used to do." And it works. The generator turns back on thanks to Billy. Thanks to the memory of him. And the concierge look up and says, "Clever lad," as though Billy can hear him.

Of course, Peggy spends the rest of the season grappling with the loss of Billy, too. The other characters mention more than once that she's "talking about Billy as though he's still here" and that it's worrying them. Eventually, the general manager sits down with her and she says that she does know he's gone but that it's so hard to believe because she wants to think that he could just walk through the door at any moment.

But, oh my god, the saddest moment of the show for me... is the moment when Peggy is walking through the hallway in the staff area of the hotel and she sees one of the bellboys walking towards her. He has his head down so his face is in shadow but he's about the same height as Billy... and you can see in Peggy's face that she's allowing herself - just for that one moment - to imagine that it's Billy. To let herself think that he's still alive. You're watching her process the scene before her and seeing her think, "Could it be him?" for those few seconds... until she sees the bellboy's face. And, oh my god, it absolutely wrecks me every single time.

Billy's death is the reason that Peggy gives up the one thing she has left - Dora - and sends her away to the countryside along with the other children who are being evacuated from London. Because she can't bear the thought of losing her last living child.

Billy is the character who shows the audience how cruel and unforgiving the war is. That it can take anyone, no matter how sweet and kind and young and good the person is.

And it illustrates the enormity of the chasm they leave behind.

Billy's loss is felt in everyone, from his family to the people he worked with to the girl he had a crush on. AND IT'S FELT IN ME, TOO, GODDAMN

This was so long and I may not have even touched upon all of my feels but thanks for coming to my Billy Taylor TED Talk. I fucking love him. The writers did an amazing job writing him. 10/10, no notes whatsoever. I cry every single time.

He's such an underrated Ewan character and, I know I haven't mentioned it much, but Ewan's portrayal of him is flawless. He's perfect at capturing all the silliness, daftness, and earnestness that makes up our sweet little Billy!

Tl;dr - Everyone should love Billy Taylor!

Aaaand here's another gif of our sweet boy to end this massive post:

#welcome to my billy taylor ted talk #this is a mixture of billy taylor observations #and billy taylor feels #this character deserves so so so much love #billy taylor #ewan mitchell #the halcyon

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gucciwins · 2 years

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where were you?

Word count: 2069

A/N: this is for the lovely anon who requested angst dad harry and well I hope I delivered. please let me know if you liked this!!!! :) I love you

Warnings: angst

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Inez had been sitting on the steps outside her school long enough that there were no more cars passing by, and Mr. Hemmings was the last teacher waiting outside as she was his final student.

"Inez, your mother, is never late," Mr. Hemmings stated, clearly worried.

She shakes her head, "my dad is supposed to come."

"Well, do you want to wait inside and finish your homework, or you can use the paints I never let you lot use," he offers, clearly seeing she needs a cheer me up.

"That's fine."

Inez follows Mr. Hemmings back to his classroom. She sits at her desk while Mr. Hemmings brings her material and different colors for her to use. He goes back over to his desk, deciding to leave her be while he gets work done. They sit in silence for a few minutes until Mr. Hemmings begins to play music, Inez pauses, perking up, trying to see if she recognizes the song, but she doesn't.

"Who sings this, Mr. Hemmings?"

"Kenny Rogers,"

"Hmm…"

"Did you finally not recognize a song, Inez?"

She nods her head, "you got me."

"You might know islands in the stream," Mr. Hemmings says as he switches the song.

"That's Dolly!" She jumps up, recognizing the voice. "Isn't this a Bee Gees song?"

"Nothing gets past you, huh?"

For the next half hour, while they wait for Harry to show up, the two browse some of Mr. Hemming's favorite songs that are age-appropriate for an eight-year-old. When the clock strikes four, Mr. Hemmings knows it's time to make another call. The office made one when he took her back to the classroom, and then nothing.

"Give me a sec. Got to call the office."

Inez deflates knowing her dad did forget about her, but she can't stay here. She hopes they call her mum.

"Hi Lorraine, can you try calling Inez Styles' parents again, please?" Mr. Hemmings lowers his voice, "no answer."

Inez tugs his sleeve to get his attention. His kind blue eyes look at her in concern, "tell her to call my mum. She always answers."

"Lorraine, try Mrs. Styles. Yes, she gave notice that her husband was picking Inez up today. That's why you haven't called her, I believe. Good day, Lorraine."

It's not even fifteen minutes when Inez hears a click of boots rushing down the hallway and in walks a woman dressed in a two-piece blue suit, black boots completing the look. She looks important yet out of place with all the hand-painted artwork around her.

"Hi, lovebug," she greets out of breath.

"Mummy," Inez jumps up from the chair and rushes over into her mother's arms.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispers against her daughter's head. "Let's get you home."

Inez rushes over to put the paints away and grabs her backpack, only offering her teacher a wave.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Hemmings. I hate that we made you stay late."

Mr. Hemmings brushes her off, clearly seeing how sorry she is to him and her daughter. "Don't worry, she's a great kid."

Y/N walks out holding Inez's hand as she tells her all about how she spent time with her teacher learning new music she'd never heard. As they get in the car, Y/N helps Inez even though she knows her little girl is old enough to do it on her own.

"I'm sorry your dad didn't make it. He got stuck at work." Y/N tells her daughter, although she knows it won't make up for anything.

"Thank you, mummy."

"How about we pick up your sister and get some ice cream?"

"From Vinny's?"

"Well, of course," Y/N bops her daughter's nose as she gets a loud yes. Y/N lives for her daughter's happiness and hates that she failed today. "Let's go. Ellie awaits."

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Y/N's heart dropped when she saw a call from the school, thinking the worst had happened and her daughter was hurt. She quickly excused herself from the meeting she was hosting.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Styles, correct."

"This is her." Y/N answers quickly, hoping she'd get an answer sooner.

"Your daughter Inez has not been picked up today. Is someone on the way, or are you able to make it here soon?"

Y/N bit back at her anger at Harry for failing to pick up their daughter like he promised. He knew she had an important meeting she was leading today, and he failed her and Inez.

"I'm on my way."

"See you soon, Mrs. Styles. Make sure to check in at the office first."

She hung up the phone and brushed away her tears of frustration. She had to leave the meeting but knew Kai would take over as her second in command, knowing everything just as well as Y/N. After excusing herself once more from her staff more than understanding that her children came first, it's something she encouraged everyone to do at her company, and everyone had.

After arriving at Inez's school and checking in at the office, she rushed to her daughter's classroom, hating that her daughter was here after hours and not at home eating the snack, she had left for Harry to give her.

She found her daughter in low spirits, not for lack of trying from her teacher. She was angry at Harry even more for disappointing their daughter when he promised to pick her up. Harry always told her growing up that he'd never break his promises to her, and here they are years later with no promise being upheld.

The girls got ice cream after picking up Ellie from daycare. She went once a week to help her meet kids her age and practice reading more. At three years old, Ellie was bright and took after her older sister, wanting to do everything she did even if she wasn't tall or old enough. It did not stop her, and Inez always encouraged her as well.

Ellie was now in her room playing with her dinosaurs, and Inez decided to finish the last bit of her math homework in the kitchen to keep Y/N company. The mother-daughter sat in silence, but it was comfortable and something they both appreciated after a bad day.

"Does dad still love you?" Inez asked Y/N as she closed her notebook and put it back in her lilac backpack full of patches from different cities she's visited with her parents.

"Inez, what do you mean? How can you ask that? Of course, he does."

"He doesn't show it. At least not like he used to," she mutters.

"How do you mean?"

"Growing up, I thought there was no better love story than yours and dad. There would always be new flowers displayed around the house, notes I'd find meant for you. Home cooked meals where he'd cook, and you did all the tasting." Inez shares lots in the memories, and Y/N realizes that those moments are now rare and few. If someone is doing any acts of service, it's Y/N now by sending him "I love you" texts and cooking dinner for when he comes home.

Small acts here and there that Y/N knows she was thinking of him. While she hasn't seen any for the longest time. The flowers displayed around their home are because she picks them up at the store. Harry always seems to be the first out the bed but no longer makes breakfast for them all, let alone get the coffee going. Y/N hates that their daughter noticed this.

"Go get your sister, dinner's ready." Y/N kisses her daughter's forehead.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Mum," Inez whispers.

Y/N smiles at her daughter, "not upset. Got lots to speak with your father. He owes you an apology."

Inez doesn't say anything more, only wraps her arms around Y/N for a few seconds before racing up the steps.

She doesn't know how much longer Harry will be, but the longer he takes to get home, the longer she lets her anger brew.

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Ellie had gone down easy tonight, stating that she had such an exciting day that all her energy was spent. While Inez was no longer sad, Y/N could tell she became mad at her father. He did not come home today when he promised to spend the afternoon with her.

Inez stayed silent as Y/N read to her, something she asked for tonight when she prefers Y/N to tell a story.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day, love bug."

Inez shakes her head, cuddling close, laying her head on Y/N's stomach. "You make everything better."

"I'll always try to do right by you. I love you."

"Love you too, Mummy. So much." Inez told you to place a kiss on Y/N's stomach as she closed her eyes, ready for sleep to take her.

Not long after, Y/N went down and headed to the porch leaving the kitchen light on with the hope that Harry would see it and follow it out.

The night was cold and precisely what she needed because she didn't want the anger to get the better of her when they finally talked. Y/N isn't sure how much time went by while she waited for her husband, but she knew all the waiting she had done had numbed her.

"You're still up, love?"

Y/N doesn't turn around as she hears him shut the patio door.

"Mhm."

"Girls in bed?"

"Yes, you know their bedtime," Y/N answers softly.

"Are you okay? Why won't you look at me?" Harry asks, voice full of concern as he sits beside Y/N, their thighs touching.

Y/N turns her head slowly, letting him look at her tired face. "You alright, love? Bad day?"

She ignores his concern, "where were you?"

"Working you know that."

"Was there something you had to do today, Harry?"

Harry stares at her for a second confused but decides to answer. "No, I was in the studio with the boys. Mitch even brought the little one," his voice trails off. "Shit."

Y/N grimaces, knowing it finally clicked.

"I didn't pick up Inez," his voice was full of disappointment.

She doesn't believe him. She can't believe she has been so blind to how he's been treating them to how he's been treating her.

"She waited for over an hour. Inez was so excited to spend the day with you."

"I know, I know, but it slipped my mind." Harry grabs her hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss, "I'll make it up to her. I promise."

That word is what makes Y/N tear her hand away and stand up.

"No more promises if all you're going to do is break them. I can't handle you breaking our daughter's hearts." Y/N feels her throat close up.

Harry tries to hide his emotions, but she can see he's hurting. He hates every bit of this conversation. Well, she can hurt him further. He needs to hear the truth.

"Inez asked if you still loved me?" Repeating those words makes her feel sick. She hates that their daughter thinks that.

"What have you been telling her?" Harry demands, those words breaking his cold demeanor.

Y/N scoffs. Not surprised he's trying to put the blame on her. "Not a thing. It's the fact she picks up on everything you don't do anymore. The fact that we have to plane when we want to see you. She misses her dad just like I miss my husband."

"Y/N," he's breaking, and she can't be the one to lift him up.

Not now. Not when she knows he's the root of the problem.

"You wanted this life with me," Y/N gestures to all around them, trying her best to keep her tears at bay. "When did we no longer become enough?"

"You still are." He cries, "you always will be."

She shakes her head, "figure it out, Harry because if you don't, you're going to lose us all."

Y/N walks back into the house, leaving Harry crying in the backyard as he's left to wonder where it all went wrong.

When did he begin to lose sight of those most important to him, and what would he do to regain their trust?

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takami-takami · 4 months

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Ignore the character backgrounds because they can be used to psychoanalyse me 👀👀👀

The first one is a Jellyfish-based quirk named whose hero name is Jellia. She was my main OC around the time I introduced myself as one of your anon hence the anon tag. Her hair can take shapes into any jellyfishes she's ingested in the past (I fr think she'd vibe with Suneater and Fat Gum) and inherit their attributes and she's sort of buoyant in air and she kisses the floor that Gang Orca walks on. If there are no more Gang Orca fans in this world it's because she's dead. Originally made her to have the same age range with Hawks but now she's in the same age range with the students but has no pairing considering she's a child and I think it fits her jellyfish motif to be ace. She's got unresolved mommy issues. Like. How can she resolve it when her mum is dead? Also her maternal grandad hates her and compares her a lot to her dead mum lol.

BUT my now main OC is Miss Chief who I literally based all my c.ai RPs on is Miss Chief who has a Kitsune XI quirk (she's the most traumatised amongst my BNHA OCs because her entire family lineage is built upon quirk marriages 💀 she's the biggest Endeavor anti only 4th to Dabi, Natsuo and Shoto. She's not related to the Todoroki's but she'd fit right in). Literally a government dog (don't call her that tho she's not a dog :( she's a fox meant to be free in the wilderness (ok dog)). Trained in the HPSC with Hawks as a teenager so you can imagine why she's extra spicy in the head. My thought process of developing her is literally "Jellyfishes don't go into heat/rut cycles :( ik Hawks' quirk is not actually avian based BUT I gotta cover all bases and make her compatible with fanon Hawks too!!!" and so Miss Chief was born. Dug around my brain and remembered I had a nine-tailed fox OC once and was like !!! Oh. Yes. Anyway, she's crazy but she's best friends with Hawks so I feel like she has every right to be

Last one is just. ✨Me✨. It was a coping mechanism I was reaching a point in my course where I'm trying to study and understand pharmacokinetics and going like "damn why am I here just to suffer" so I made an OC whose quirk amplifies the pharmacokinetics of a person when she smacks her DNA into them. Think of it Stain does it. She's the least problematic since she's Recovery Girl's granddaughter. Her only problem is that she's fucking socially awkward around Hawks because she has the biggest fattest crush on him but cannot act upon it because he was her patient 💀. She met Hawks in the hospital while he was recovering and he was complaining about how his pain medications haven't kicked in yet and she just stares at him blankly, licked her palm and gave him a SMACK and was like "ok my job here is done" and he's just there like why did you smack me tf "unlike my grandma I don't kiss patients bye" and scuttles off and had to beg her manager to send her off for an early break and then put her somewhere else later. Literally drew and made lore about her in between me making notes from lectures LMAO

OHHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS!!!!!! ADORE THEM.

#💌 asks #JELLYFISH EMOJI LORE.....

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lovesosweeet · 6 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter sixteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 13, 2018 melbourne, australia calum

Waking up in Australia doesn't feel like it did a few years ago. It'll always be a special place, and I love being close to friends and family, but truly, it's not home anymore. LA is home.

Actually, now that I think about it, I don't know if that's true. I love LA. It's a rich mix of cultures, an incredible place for us to do our work, great friends are there, the weather can't be beat, and I really don't have any complaints about the city. I just know that there are many other cities that I could live with Orion and Duke that would feel like home, too.

That's where home is: with Orion.

I have to check my phone to see where we are today. I know we're in Australia for another few days, but exactly where we are on the continent and what day it is are two things I don't know without looking. When I tap the screen, it lights up with a few notifications and a photo of Orion and Duke hiding behind them as my background.

It’s only 7 am, which means I have a few hours before we’re escorted around for press interviews and then sound check and the show. Most of my notifications are normal stuff, just random emails about bills, each of the boys letting me know they made it back to the hotel safe last night, etc. I have a few texts from Orion, which is what I click first.

From: my love + stars good morning whenever you see this i miss you so much talk to you soon probs ily❤️

To: my love + stars hi good whatever time it is are you up? got time for a chat? xxx i miss you

Her texting bubble doesn't appear for a few moments, so I sigh and click through the rest of my notifications. There's nothing as exciting as hearing from her. I text my mum, who's still with us since we're still in Aus. All of our mums have joined us for the Australia leg, which we all have a love-hate relationship with.

I ask if she wants to grab breakfast with me, and she does, so I quickly get up and put on a shirt, some sweatpants, and a pair of slides in order to meet her in the hallway of the hotel we're at. She grins when sees me and reels me in for a hug as if we haven't spent the past several days together.

"Good morning," I tell her.

"Good morning," she says. "I already looked and found us a place to go, not too far. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, sure."

Mum and I walk through the fluorescent-lit hallway to the elevator, nodding at the security officer standing guard by it. We ride down to the lobby and head out the back door, running into Matt who's standing outside on a phone call that happens to end right as we're walking out.

"Back by 10:30, Hood!"

"Ay, ay, captain," I confirm, saluting him. Matt rolls his eyes and flips me off. I turn to Mum. "Which way is it?"

"Just this way," she says while she checks her phone for verification. She starts walking to the right, turning onto the street. A few fans are waiting, and I just wave and smile at them all. A stray security guy holds them back while Mum and I pass.

We walk about a block before she pulls me into a small cafe. It's busy, which is a good sign. Lots of business must mean it's good, right?

Mum and I stand in silence, both of us scanning the menu that's hanging on the wall. I pick out a basic breakfast sandwich and will just get an unsweetened latte like normal. If Orion were here, she'd scold me for getting something I can get in LA and she would push me to try something unique.

I look back to the menu, trying to see what I think Orion would get if she were here. I find it quickly. A pistachio rose latte and a kimchi bagel. She'd say they don't go together, but she couldn't choose to get only one of the two. They both sound so good, she'd say.

"Have you decided?" I ask Mum.

She nods. "Yeah, I think I'll just get the bacon egg and cheese and a black coffee."

I smile. Our orders are practically the same. "Sounds good. Wanna grab us a table and I'll order?"

"Perfect plan, thank you."

It used to be hard for her to let me pay for things, but thankfully, over time, she has accepted it and lets me pay now without a fight. She makes up for it by spoiling me with Aussie things when she visits the US, making all of my favorite foods while I'm home, helping clean the apartment, and taking Duke on walks.

I order our food and drinks, taking Mum's coffee from the cashier and plopping a few dollars into the tip jar. While I wait for our food, I take Mum her coffee. She's found a table outside under a blossoming tree, and she smiles at the sight of her hot drink.

"Oh, thank you," she says, happily taking the cup from me.

"'Course, Mum. Happy to buy you breakfast anytime."

She smiles, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Can I take a quick photo of you?"

Her smile grows. She's not as bad about it as Orion, but Mum is always asking for photos. "Yes, but we need one of us, too."

I agree, snapping a photo of her smiling under the tree with her coffee, and then pose for a quick selfie with her. "I'm gonna go back inside and wait for the food."

Once back in earshot of the baristas, so I can hear when they call my name, I open my photos again. Carefully, on the photo of my mum at the table, I draw a light blue stick figure on the chair that will be mine in a few moments. I draw some shoulder-length hair and add a pink heart next to it.

To: my love + stars Image attached pretending you're here with us. will have to bring you someday they have a pistachio rose latte

From: my love + stars WAIT HI SORRY I DIDN'T SEE YOUR LAST TEXT i have time for a chat but you're busy now so dw!! THAT SOUNDS SO YUMMY AND JOY IS SO CUTE

I silently curse our situation. I won't be able to call her until after the show tonight, since once Mum and I get back to the hotel we're headed out for interviews. Then we're going straight to soundcheck from interviews, and once sound check is over, we're typically off our phones and watching the opener, getting ready for the show, and just doing our general goofing off together while we get hyped up. Especially since our families are here, we are present in the moment backstage.

“Calum!” A barista calls my name, making me put my phone back in my pocket. I’ll reply to O later. I grab my latte and the two sandwiches and tell her thank you.

I bring the food out to the patio, giving Mum her sandwich and taking a seat on the empty chair. Mum unwraps her food and takes a picture of it.

I laugh. "Since when do you take pictures of your food, Mum?"

Mum smiles and shows me the picture of her sandwich. "I've been texting updates to Orion. You don't think she minds that there's meat on the sandwich, do you?"

I try not to let my chuckle turn into a full laugh. "Mum, I promise, she doesn't care." Orion is a staunch vegetarian — she has no intention of ever eating meat again in her entire life and she's vehemently against the meat industry, but she also would never expect or ask anyone else in her life to feel the same.

A wave of relief washes over her face and she nods. She types out some kind of text to go with the picture and then locks her phone.

"What else are you sending her?"

Her face lights up again and then she unlocks her phone again to show me her chain of texts with Orion. It's a mix of food she's eating, blurry photos of me onstage, sneaky pictures of me and the boys goofing off backstage, and sunsets. Orion's side of the conversation consists of pictures of Duke and Emelia, coffees, and views of sunsets from our balcony.

I had no idea they were talking this much, and I'm almost a little envious of the pieces of their lives they're sharing with each other but not with me. At the same time, I adore that two of the most important people in my entire life are becoming closer, despite living on different continents and having several years of age between them.

"I'm glad you guys are friends," I say, sliding her phone back across the table.

"How can I not love her?" Mum asks.

It's rhetorical and it's true. I am quite biased, but I can't imagine someone not liking Orion once they spend more than a few minutes with her.

"She loves you," I say. I also feel like Orion loves everyone. It's one of her many incredible traits: she sees the good in anyone and anything.

Mum scoffs. "She loves you."

My cheeks get hot with that and I can't help but smile. "Yeah, I mean, the feeling's mutual."

—

The day flies by. It's a whirlwind of interviews and drives to other interviews and then we're back at the venue, our families all waiting for us backstage.

"Soundcheck in 20, boys!" Matt yells out before he disappears down a hallway. His job never ends.

"Hey, I'm gonna go call O really quick. Haven't gotten to talk to her at all today," I tell Ashton, turning toward the dressing room.

"Yeah, of course, tell her I say hi?"

I nod, patting his shoulder.

"Wait, we all say hi!" Luke yells.

"Actually, I say hey!" Michael follows up, and I just roll my eyes at their antics.

While I walk, I'm tapping around on my phone to call her. I press the phone to my ear and walk into the dressing room, flopping onto the couch as it starts to ring.

It rings three times before she picks up.

"Hi."

Her tone is curt, short, and neutral. She's mad. I brace myself for impact.

"Hi, how was your day?"

"Fine."

She's not giving me anything here, and I wince. My absence from her today must have her feeling upset. I wish she'd just say that, but I also know that she's told me several times that she has been having a hard time adjusting to life without me there with her, and I've basically ignored her all day. I can understand why she might be unhappy with me.

"I'm sorry I've not been texting much today, it's just so busy with our families here and the press all day."

Orion's side of the call is quiet for a few seconds while she calculates the right thing to say. That's how she is when she's upset: calculated. It's either incredibly calculated or she can't hold any of her emotions back. There's no in between. The precision comes when she's been stewing on something for a while.

"Joy didn't seem to have a problem with keeping up with me today. Or yesterday. Or any of the other days that y'all have been in Aus. I think Ashton has texted me more than you have, and we aren't dating."

I don't doubt that Mum has been texting her more than I have, but Ashton? If he's in contact more than we are, then I definitely feel like I've been slacking. It's been a long time since I've been in a committed relationship while on the road. I realize that while Orion and I were together the last time we did a big tour, she didn't realize we were actually dating.

I feel my heart drop a few inches. I don't know what I expected. We live together and have spent so much time together that I don't have a lot of experience with us being apart anymore. I feel like I've been making an effort to stay connected to Orion, but maybe I haven't been making enough of an effort.

Orion sighs and I realize I've been thinking for too long.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, that came off more harsh than I meant it—"

"No, you're fine," I say, cutting her off. "I'm sorry."

I am. She's the most important person in my life, and she deserves to feel like she is.

"Do you want to send me your class and work schedule? I can get Matt to give me mine for the week every week, and each week we can plan a time for each day that we can talk?" It's the most logical way—find a gap and cement it with time for her.

"Cal," she says sadly. Was that not what I should've said?

"I'm sorry, O, is scheduling a time not good for you? I want you to feel like—"

"No, sorry, I just... we don't have to talk on the phone." Her voice is still quiet and veiled in a thin layer of sadness.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's nice to hear your voice. I just wish you'd take a few seconds to reply to my texts, even if it's just a heart or something, or if you're headed into an interview just give me that heads up." Her words are still slow, like she's tiptoeing across them like rocks in a stream. "I appreciate calls, just more consistency throughout the day, I guess, would be nice?"

Today especially, I've been pretty much offline. Aside from the handful of texts I'd sent her this morning, it's been almost 7 hours since I last texted her. Yesterday wasn't that different, and neither was the day before. I know that she's right. I really haven't been talking to her that much.

"Yeah, of course, I'll be better—"

"Sorry, and I don't want to be a girlfriend who wants to hear back from you instantly every time and I don't mean that you can't just, like, live in the moment and have fun with everyone. I don't want you to feel like you have to be on your phone constantly to keep me happy, either."

Here it is, the side of Orion where she doesn't have a filter to keep some thoughts inside.

"O, I don't think you're being unreasonable," I say, hoping that'll calm her mind a little. "I will try to be better."

Orion sighs again. "Thank you."

"How was your day today?" I ask. I think our crisis is averted. "It's Sunday there, right?"

"Oh, it was fine. Macy came over and we watched a few movies. Oh, and we split a bottle of wine and watched the sunset on the balcony. That was nice."

I wish I could've watched the sunset on the balcony with her. I remember when we first moved in, Orion would set a timer for 10 minutes before the sunset every night so we could go watch it. After the first night, she insisted we get more mirrors so that the colors can reflect all over the house. We have dozens of pictures of us sitting in golden hour together on that balcony.

It's not happening anytime soon, but one day, when I propose, I'm either doing it on that balcony or on a balcony in Madrid (at sunset of course.)

"Sounds like you and Macy are hanging out a lot?"

Orion laughs. "Yeah, I really like her. She's fun. How's today? I know Joy's been having a great day. The mums all went to get pedicures."

I'd wondered how they were filling their time while we were off with press. Orion isn't even here and she knows more about what the others are doing than I do.

"Oh, y'know," I say. "Same as always. Interviews where I don't really talk, bullying Luke. Walked around a park with Mum this morning."

"Cal, I always tell you. Bullying your best friends isn't okay."

"Babe, he knows we're joking."

"Cal," she warns, and I can picture her stern expression. If she were here, she'd be wagging a finger at me.

"Don't say it," I plead.

"As your former best friend Harry Styles says, treat people with kindness." Not this again.

Ever since she found out that we opened for One Direction, she brings them up constantly. 'Did you see what Louis posted?' she'd ask. 'Can you ask Liam if he still has that beanie?' or 'How did you not know Harry worked at a bakery? You were best friends for two years!'

This bit is arguably my favorite recurring one that she does. It makes me laugh every time. She says it to the rest of the band sometimes, too. Instead of quoting the Bible as instruction to be kind, she quotes our 'former best friend' Harry.

Our conversation is interrupted when Matt bangs on the door to the dressing room.

"Five minute warning, Cal!"

Damn it. Already?

"Babe, I'm sorry, but it's almost time for soundcheck. Did you have anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"No, no, I'm good. I'm sorry for being snippy earlier. I'm glad we got to talk for a bit, even if it wasn't too long," she says.

"It's okay. You're allowed to get snippy," I assure her. "It's always great to hear your voice. Oh, and before I go, Ash and Luke say hi and Michael says hey."

She giggles. "Tell them I say howdy."

I laugh, shaking my head. Always has to be a little different. "Will do. Gonna let you go. I love you very much, and will text you when soundcheck is over?"

"Sounds good. I love you very much, too. Bye."

"Bye."

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Should You Need Me: 5 - No one gets to come in

"Didi, please open the door," Edwina asked after the third unanswered knock. "It's just me. No mums."

Kate dragged herself off the couch and made slow progress towards the door. Eventually, she reached her destination, and opened the door to see the concern that was already etched on her sister's face immediately intensify as she took in Kate's appearance. Kate was well aware that her eyes were red beyond belief from all the crying she'd been doing. She needed to wash her hair. She'd barely been eating.

"Oh, Kate." Edwina crossed the threshold and hugged her sister. Kate was surprised by how much she needed this, some small comfort from someone who understood her. She'd been avoiding her family since she got home from Tom's that night, and being held by Edwina made her regret it. She needed her family right now.

Kate and Edwina moved into the living room and Edwina turned on a light, which made Kate react like a vampire. Edwina started straightening up as Kate flopped back down on the couch. A stubby loaf of bread immediately hopped up into her lap.

"Um… You got a dog, I guess?" Edwina peered at the corgi nuzzling Kate's hand.

"Yep. I call him Newton."

"He's cute," Edwina sounded cheery and Kate appreciated the effort.

"He is."

"Didi, have you been here all week?"

"I tried to be. I requested a week off from work but I had to come in for two days until they secured a substitute."

"And that's it?"

"Yeah. I mean, I've been walking around the block for Newton’s sake. I picked him up from a pet rescue on the way home after the second day and we've been getting well acquainted. I think I'm disappointing him. I'm not very good company right now."

Edwina moved to sit next to Kate on the couch.

"Have you heard from Tom?"

Kate scoffed. "Of course I haven't, Bon. And I never will."

Edwina tsked. "Don't say never, Kate. He just needs time."

"Well, I may as well think it will be never, then I can't get my hopes up." Too late.

"Do you want to hang out tonight? Do you want me to stay?" Edwina offered.

"Yes, but I meant it when I said I'm not good company right now. Just a warning."

"That's OK. We don't have to do anything. I just don't want you to be alone."

Kate wrapped her arms around her sister. "I don't want me to be alone, either."

—

Edwina stayed until the evening of the following day. She made Kate promise to respond to her family's text messages and let them know the second she needed one of them. Or all of them. Kate also promised to wash her hair, which she did as soon as Edwina left. It felt good. It made Kate want to do something productive.

As much as she hated thinking about it, she really did need to cancel the few things that she and Tom had already booked for the wedding.

Like the dress. Shit.

Kate resisted talking herself out of it. It needed to be done, and the less she left for Tom to deal with, the better. And something about Tom potentially speaking with Anthony felt… wrong.

Kate had Anthony's phone number, but thought better of using it, and opted to call the boutique instead. That way, maybe she could talk to Alice or Genevieve. She suddenly remembered the store had closed hours ago as the line rang and was preparing to leave a message when–

"Bridgerton Formal. This is Anthony."

Damn. It. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Just fucking forge ahead, I guess.

"Um, hi. Sorry to call so late. This is–"

"Kate."

"Yes," she breathed.

"Hey. What do you need?"

"Actually, I realised before you picked up that you guys are closed. I can come in tomorrow, if you, any of you, have time."

"Um, tomorrow is pretty packed. I'll actually be here a few hours still, in the studio, if you do want to come by."

Kate and Anthony, in the back of his shop, after hours? What could go wrong?

"Yeah, OK. I'll be there in about half an hour."

—

Anthony was waiting for Kate at the front of his shop and when he saw her coming down the sidewalk, he unlocked the door and opened it for her.

"Hey."

"Hi," Kate responded, but she didn't stop walking until she crossed the threshold and moved further into the showroom, back near the hallway that led to the back of the boutique. Once she stopped, Anthony got a good look at her. He always noticed her eyes first. They were puffy and it looked like she'd been crying so much that she had broken capillaries.

"Jesus, are you OK?"

"No, not at all. I just need to, um, cancel the dress order and settle up my account."

Oh?

"Right." Anthony turned to walk back to the door so he could lock it back, but stopped himself. "Um, we're closed, so I had the door locked. But if you don't want it to be locked, I'll leave it. Up to you."

Kate shrugged, clearly having other things on her mind. "Lock it, it's fine."

Anthony approached Kate after securing the door.

"So, you want to cancel your dress?"

"Yes," she sighed, seemingly already exasperated.

"OK. Can I get you some water or something? You look–"

"Like shit, I know."

"I was going to say 'upset.' I'm fairly certain it's not possible for you to look like shit, actually."

A warm expression crept across Kate's face for a brief moment before it was reset to something harder.

"Look, yes, the wedding is cancelled, OK? I don't want to talk about it. I just need to cancel the order. I'm gonna pay for everything. Is there a way for you to just refund Tom's card? I just… I don't want to have to send him money. He doesn't want to see me. Why won't he? And this way, he can't reject it. Because he probably would. He's a really good guy."

Kate took a huge breath. Anthony moved forward and held her by the shoulders.

"Take a second before you pass out, please."

They looked at each other as Kate's breathing slowed. She stepped out of Anthony's grip. He hesitated a moment before putting his arms down.

"Yes, to answer your question, I can refund Tom. You don't have to do anything. He'll get his money back, whether he wants it or not. And don't worry about paying anything. I'm forgiving the balance."

"What do you mean, you're 'forgiving the balance'?" Kate looked indignant. Anthony knew she was insulted. "You do that for all your cancellations?"

"No."

"So, you're making an exception for me?"

"Yes."

"Out of pity?"

"Out of liking you and wanting to do something nice for you." His answer had an edge to it.

Kate shook her head and started pacing. She suddenly looked at Anthony accusingly.

"Why have we never chatted about the wedding? Hm? You've never asked me about how Tom and I met or anything like that. Isn't that odd for someone in your line of work?"

"Yes, it is. But I could ask you the very same question, couldn’t I, Kate? If we've never talked about it, that must mean you've never brought it up either, right?"

Kate faltered, and he couldn't help but smile at leaving her speechless, which he knew only served to make her angrier.

"But if you want to know the reason on my end, it's because, unlike Tom, I'm not that good of a guy. As asinine as it is considering I was making your fucking wedding dress, those few times I was with you, I wanted to pretend that part of your life didn't exist. Because I've wanted you since the first day you walked in here. Because I want you even more now. Because all I've been able to think about since you came here and told me you called off the wedding is how much I've been wanting to kiss you and if you'll let me do that tonight."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Kate crossed her arms over her chest. "You can't be serious."

"Why not? You're unattached." Anthony shrugged.

"Barely! It's been days."

"Forgive me. I must not be up to date on the official protocols. How long after you've broken up with someone are you allowed to behave as if you've broken up with them?"

"Arsehole."

"Not an answer. When will you let me kiss you, Kate? When will you let me hold you?"

Kate seemed to lose herself for a few moments as her eyes travelled down to Anthony's lips and back. "I didn't leave him for you."

Anthony took a single step closer to her. Kate raised a cautious eyebrow as she looked down at the distance between them reducing just a little bit. She said nothing, and her mouth remained hard set.

"Good. I wouldn't want that on my conscience. Though, if I'm being honest, I'd take you however I could get you. "

Anthony chose this path of brutal honesty purposefully, and was determined to stay the course.

"I didn't leave him at all, actually. We aren't together anymore, but he's my best friend." Kate raised her head higher, but her confidence came across as false.

"Still?"

"Oh, fuck you." She laughed mirthlessly.

"Oh, let's put a pin in that. What I mean is, if it were me, only being your friend would never suffice, especially if I already knew what it was like to have you, to belong to you. I simply cannot imagine how anyone could stand to be around you and not want you, let alone an ex."

Kate scoffed. "Don't reduce him to being an 'ex.' You don't know anything about our relationship, what we've been through together."

It was Anthony's turn to cross his arms.

"Fine. Let's talk about what I do know. I know Tom isn't your fiance anymore, or even your boyfriend. I know you've never talked to me about him. And I know that you're here right now when this business could have been handled over the phone, especially considering the state you're in."

Kate shook her head vigorously. "You're reading into things."

Fuck this. Anthony moved in on her.

"I sure as hell am, Kate. Because you won't just fucking say it. Do you want me?"

Kate looked dazed at the question. Anthony was feeling brave. He grabbed Kate's hand and held it over his heart.

"Are you aching the way I am?"

Kate swallowed as her expression softened again, this time without going back. Anthony watched the movement of her throat before he slid his cheek against hers as his mouth moved up to her ear.

"I wonder, Kate. Do you think I could make you wet for me right now?"

Kate's lips parted as she gasped at his boldness. Anthony chuckled darkly. His lips brushed against her earlobe. "Won't you let me try, Kate?"

And that was it. That was as far as Anthony was going to go. He’d made his intentions exceedingly clear. Anything more was up to Kate.

—

Kate leaned her temple against Anthony’s. She tried to steady her breath. This was a lot. Who was she fooling? She didn’t have to take care of this tonight. And Anthony was right, she didn’t have to physically be in the shop to do it. She wanted to see Anthony, and he knew it. So, she was here. She saw him. Now what?

Kate touched Anthony cheek and turned his face towards hers so their lips could meet. For all of Anthony’s aggressive posturing, the kiss actually started quite gently. Too gently, if Kate was being honest about what she wanted–what she needed–in the moment. So, she worked her hands into Anthony’s hair and pulled. His groan let her know he was taking the hint, as did him grabbing her hips and pulling her toward him in one hard jerk. She glided her tongue across his lips only to find he was already attempting access into her own mouth.

“Fuck.” He whispered without breaking contact. His hands went under the hem of her shirt as Kate desperately moved a leg over so she was straddling one of his. When Anthony moved to her neck and bit down, Kate whimpered. But something was off. She wanted this. She was sure of that. But not yet.

Not yet, not yet, not yet.

Kate moaned as she pushed Anthony back, taking a few steps back herself. They stared each other down as their chests heaved.

Kate shook her head and resumed pacing.

"Do you know how I found your boutique? Why I picked you to make my dress?"

It appeared Anthony hadn’t fully recovered. He took a few beats to respond. His jaw ticked before he said, "No, Kate, I don't."

"Tom. He spent ages researching dressmakers. And he found you. Isn't that fucked up?"

Anthony opened his mouth, but Kate continued.

"'You deserve the best, Kate.’ That’s what he said. ‘I know it’s a lot, but I want you to have the best because that’s what the love of my life deserves.'" The last word ended on a choked sob. Kate shoved the heels of her hands against her eyes.

“Ugh!” Kate looked up at the ceiling. “The love of his fucking life. And I broke his heart, and before a week has even passed, I’m here. What for what? All you can talk about is how much you want to fuck me. Am I supposed to be swooning?"

The change in Anthony's eyes, his whole face, was immediate. "You think that's all I want?" He asked, affronted.

Kate answered quickly before she could think about it. "Yes."

"Liar. This is more than that, and you fucking know it." His gaze was boring into hers and she couldn’t take it.

“I…” Kate held the tears back as she found herself speechless for the second time tonight. This was a bad idea. She wasn’t ready for this conversation. She wasn’t ready for him. Wants and needs be damned.

“I need to go. I shouldn’t be here. Can you, um… Can you unlock the door, please?”

Anthony did so without hesitating. He waited at the threshold for her. Walking past him was going to be hard, but she had to do it. For now. Kate got one foot onto the sidewalk before Anthony gently cupped her hand.

“Just–just…” He looked at their joined hands, then up at her. “Wait.” It was a soft plea.

They locked eyes. Neither could say for how long. It could have been seconds. It could have been hours. Either way, Kate was the one to break the spell. She wrenched her hand away from his.

“Good-bye, Anthony.”

And then, she was gone.

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I want to thank you about Mary's family in PostTraumatic. My father remarried when I was little and my (hate this word) stepmom's family was nothing but great to me. My grandma (her mother) was like «I've just looked at this girl and she's mine. no further questions». So reading that was very nice for me. Can we see, maybe, this Karen meeting Edmund?? Thanks again!

I'm not sure why the dynamic feels different for Mary's family in Post Traumatic, I think I just wanted Kate to have the best support network possible, I think she just needs it more than in other AUs here.

I don't think this mary's mum is Karen though, feels like She's a Sarah, but I think Kate would just call her Granny.

Kate could remember the very first time she met Mary's family so clearly. She remembered the way Mary had knelt beside the car when they'd pulled up at the curb, holding her hand tightly when she'd whispered.

"What if they don't like me?"

And Mary shaken her head, smiling gently, "You Katie Kat, are my favourite person in the whole world. How could they not love you?"

And she'd felt it, Mary's lips against her forehead, bolstering her as she held onto Mary's hand with one of hers, her Dad's with the others. Mary's brother darting forward to meet her, crowing delightedly as she introduced herself before he called a kindly looking woman over.

The woman turned, Mary's mama, she must be, they looked nearly the same, and the woman let out a soft little gasp, kneeling before her, holding her hand out gently. "You must be Katie."

Kate had nodded, a feeling she didn't like churning in her stomach, "You're Mary's Mummy."

She smiled, "I am, I'm Sarah. This is a very pretty dress." She'd tugged at the hem of it, "Did your Dad help you pick it?"

Kate had shaken her head, huffing, "No, Mary took me to the store. My Daddy's bad at clothes."

Sarah had laughed delightedly, "Well, why don't you come inside because I made some chocolate cake for you, and you can watch a movie maybe, how does that sound?"

"David said we'd play a game with Mary." Kate had looked back at her Dad who'd nodded encouragingly.

"David's very good at games, come on."

And as she'd sat on the floor that afternoon, learning to play Hungry Hippos, with Mary and David she heard Sarah hum, "She's beautiful, Tom. You make a lovely family."

And she waited, after Mary and her Dad got married, waited even when they had Edwina, for Granny Sarah, and Papa Jack, and Uncle Davey to like the baby more than her, but it never happened.

When they'd had a party after Edwina had come home from the hospital one of Granny Sarah's friends had said, while Kate sat on her lap-

"You must be so excited, first time Granny."

And Kate hadn't like the feeling of disappointment that rose in her chest, or the tears that pricked at her eyes.

But Sarah had scoffed, "I'm already a Granny. Haven't you met Mary and Tom's Katie?"

The woman had laughed, "well, it's a bit different."

"No." Granny's voice had been so sharp it had startled even mary across the room, the entire room falling silent. "It's not different. Katie is Mary's daughter as well. She maybe didn't give birth to her, but we love Katie, and she's as much part of this family as Edwina is."

Kate had wrapped her arms tightly around Mary's Mum, even though she barely understood, her face pressed against her neck and they'd stayed like that until it was time to go home.

And even as she'd grown older, more reckless, came home with tattoos and piercings on the back of a motorbike, Mary's family loved her.

"Katie," Sarah sighed as they sat around the living room. "I know this is self expression but I only worry what people will say."

Kate had laughed, throwing her head back, "Are you worried people will think I like a good hard fuck? Wouldn't be wrong."

She'd rolled her eyes, swatting at her with a tea towel, "Alright if you can get it. Cheeky bugger."

Loved her when they stood in front of her arms wrapped tightly around her, Mary weeping in the background as she got deployed. And her Grandmother who had already sent her husband, sent her son off to war, and never cried apparently, wept when she sent her Granddaughter.

Granny Sarah and Uncle David circled around Anthony like a pack of Jackals the first time they'd met him, barking questions at him in quick succession.

"Name?"

"Age?"

"Occupation?"

"Have you ever been in jail?"

"Have you ever hit a woman?"

"Have you ever not returned a shopping trolley to the return bay?"

Before Sarah had hummed, wrapping her in a tight hug before she left, eyeing Anthony over her shoulder. "He's a nice boy, Katie. You're beautiful together."

And She'd been there, smiling from the front row when Kate married Anthony, tears welling in her eyes as she's pulled her close at the reception. "And when were you going to tell me you were having my great grandchild?"

Kate had balked, the news still new even to her and Anthony.

"How do you-?"

"Please, darling, a grandmother knows these things. Ugh! It's going to be so beautiful!"

And he was. Edmund Bridgerton, Kate's son who was laying peacefully against Anthony's chest when Mary's family burst through the door, Uncle David looking as though he'd been harassed all the way from Somerset, and he probably had been.

"Oh don't mind me Anthony. Don't get up, I'll see my Grandbaby when he's at university I suppose." Sarah tutted impatiently as Anthony leapt forward, trying not to jostle Edmund.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Granny, give him a minute."

"It's important to keep the men on their toes- Oh!" She cut herself off, with a gasp, tears in her eyes as Anthony placed Edmund in her arms. "Katie, he's so beautiful."

Kate felt her love, right down to the very heart of her, and the next week, when Edmund came home, she didn't miss the way Sarah cleared her throat loudly and said "Have you met my granddaughter Katie's new boy Edmund? I might be a little biased but I think he's the most handsome boy there ever was."

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justasmallbloginabigklainefandom · 7 months

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@sohereswhatyoumissedlastweek ugh yeah I find it despicable. Obviously, there was a reason for this shit but UGH ramblings under cut

Like I haven't been shy on this webbed site about my sister's ex boyfriend and how absolutely horrid he was and I haven't even published everything, but recently I was talking with someone about how this surveillance of my sister just goes against my values. The tracking app, the financial control, checking phone logs etc. etc. etc. and when the abuse was actually happening, I hated that it was justified. We would freak the fuck out if we didn't know where she was, cause we had no idea where this ass would take her. This dude would suck her dry financially so if my parents hadn't put a cap on her spending, she'd have nothing. She would lie and tell us she dumped him, only for my mum to see that they've called on a daily basis. I think the biggest reason I was okay with it for the time being was for the fact that my sister knew of it and she consented to it. At first, my mum wanted to put a tracker on her phone without her knowledge and I put a fucking end to that, cause I told her that my sister is a much better tech savvy so she'd find out and whatever trust that was left between my mum and sister (cause hey that dude would also isolate the fuck out of her and villify us) would be fucking shattered (and he would then have an opportunity to use that to isolate her even more). I do think she felt pressure to consent to it, same as the kids of your reply, but SHE KNEW.

So I hate it. I have always hated it. I am a huge advocate of my sister's independence BUT ALSO it was a WEIRD FUCKING TIME

But luckily (LUCKILY) we have survived that. He's gone. After the third time the police had to intervene, he fucked off. And I know my mum is kinda scared, still. I am too. My mum and I actually discussed this recently, how we're in a way traumatised by this as well. I still freak the fuck out when we can't reach her. I feel panic when I hear her on the phone and I can't fully figure out what she's saying. BUT ALSO we need to give her the space to continue her life as well. So my dad and I also tell my mum to let it go. She is 22, she has a new partner who treats her well, she lives on her own, she don't owe my parents shit. But my mum still gets mad at her when she doesn't tell her her location and at this point, I am angry at that. I find my mother's annoyance unreasonable.

BUT YEAH, even without abuse, this tracking shit has been normalised. I remember when we just got the tracking app and my aunt immediately forced my cousins to install it too. They were 12 and 9 back then, but they're turning 16 and 14 and honestly I think they're at the age that they should not be under constant surveillance for the reasons mentioned in those tumblr posts. But I also think parents see nothing wrong with this? My mum was also gushing over this app to a friend of hers, and this friend immediately shut her down as well, citing her kids' privacy etc. etc. and my mum kept trying to convince her of how amazing it is that parents can now do this, but this friend didn't budge and countered that they didn't have this when they were kids and that it also stumps kids' development. And I liked that this friend shut her down, cause yeah, this friend's kids were adults back then (same as me and my sister) and it demolishes my mum's argument of "you don't understand, cause you don't have kids", which she says to me all the time.

And maybe I don't, not fully. And I can concede that tracking apps can give parents some peace of mind, but I still think the cons heavily outweigh the pros, especially since my sister is a goddamn adult, not a 9 year old child, so TL;DR: what the FUCK

#replies #sohereswhatyoumissedlastweek

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 10 months

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What is this 3 chapter in the space of a few days I haven’t done that in a while

Chapter 27

Word count :3169

Mentions: em thinking about it the mentions for this one would have to be , mention of drugs and addiction , coming out , inclination of suicidal tendencies and inclination to smut

Also a Cliff hanger

3 days later.....

Mattys POV

I stayed at Ross' for the weekend, so he could keep an eye on me, he said that's not what he was doing but I couldn't help but notice the side glances every-time I got a little jumpy or how he'd freak out if I was out of his eye sight for longer than five minutes. Despite being under close watch I enjoyed being here. I feel like I've eaten enough food to sustain me for like the next two years. Slept a lot and just basically chilled out. Ross hadn’t let me have a joint just incase and I'm totally itching for one at this point, Ross met George, we've all stayed up playing FIFA and GTA , Ross thinks he's quite great to be honest. I haven't really had time alone with George to speak to him alone to tell him what happened but I will when I go home. Ross' mum said that she'd told Denise some of what had happened over the last few days but I spoke with her and told her that I'd tell my mum myself about all of it. Which is we're we start I'm waiting for my mum to come and pick me up because as much as I love being here , Ross needs to actually get some sleep as we've got last week of school to finish then we're on Study leave and he's been awake the whole weekend keeping an eye on me. I'm sat with Ross in his doorstep just having a cigarette waiting for my mum to pull up.

"I'm shitting it Ross, how's she going to react?" , the smoke of the cigarettes is floating around us making Ross look like a damn god sent to save me.

"I think it's your dad you have to worry about mate , you're your dads boy" , that sends a small shiver down my back because he's right, I hate upsetting my dad. My dads my best friend honestly and I hate letting him down.

"Don't...I can't tell him"

"It'll be okay man trust me they love you and they'll help you so much you know that", We both spot my mum coming down the road, we drop our cigarettes on the floor and stamp on them as we stand up and Ross tackles me into a hug "I love you bro, don't think about it to much okay , just be honest they'll understand"

I hug him back tightly and whisper into her ear "love you too man" , I say goodbye again and then jump into my Mums car as she waves to Ross and drives away, I start to feel immediately anxious as I get comfortable in the seat and strap myself in "hiya ma"

"Hiya love , did you have a good time?"

"Yup", I can already sense it's going to be an awkward conversation to have, I know Ross' mum told my Mum that I'd need to talk to her.

"Sooo , what's going on with you then love , Lisa said you'd need to talk"

"Mhm", my hand flies straight to my hair wracking my hand through it like always when I'm nervous, trying to find the right words to help me through this. "Where do you want me to start"

The car ride back from Ross' really didn't take much time since he's just down the road so we're already at ours sitting in the drive way, My mums looking at me but I can't really tell how she's feeling so in turn I can't really gauge what she's going to say which makes me kind of uneasy "maybe first off, how did you end up at Ross' and not back home like you said"

She didn't ask like she was annoyed but I still feel bad for not coming home like I said I would. "I really did plan on coming home , but then I just figured I needed Ross, he would be my best port of call in the moment"

"I thought you were just going on a walk to clear your head Matthew" , I really don't want to tell her everything is going to go to shit and I'm scared but maybe just , maybe, it'll make everything better if I do. But my hands are twitchy again and I'm nervous. Ross telling me "to just be honest" is running through my head on repeat.

"I need to be honest here, eh...I did go for a walk ...but um...it was for unlterior motives" , I take a moment to breath through and get myself together so I don't cry AGAIN , Jesus so much crying "I ....I...I went to get um ...went to get high"

"You smoke all the time Matthew , why did you have to leave for that , we know about that"

"Not that mum, I wish it was just that....but it wasn't just smokes, I think I have a drug problem" , I can feel the tears pricking at my eyes teetering on the edge of falling onto my face but I blink a few times to stop them. " I uh , I'm scared Mum , it's like I'm stood at the edge of a cliff and there's nothing there pulling me back to sanity until someone gives me something, I know it's bad but I'll take anything anyone gives me. It keeps me sane for a while until it dies and I slowly just feel the edge calling me back and i can't run from my thoughts and I'm not the person I want to be again, I swear I didn't mean for it to get this bad but it's just destroying me....." before I can finish my rant my mum is pulling me into a tight hug mumbling into my shoulder that's "she's going to get me help" and "that she wished she'd known sooner" and "that she's sorry" , the tears that I was holding start falling and I can't stop them and I hug her back. "You don't have to be sorry Mum , you did nothing wrong, Im scared and everything just sucks"

"Matthew love why didn't you tell anyone before , how do you feel , like really feel before you feel like you need to use again, try to be as honest as you can because this is very important and very serious"

"I can't tell you that Mum , I don't want to upset you" , I pull her closer to me to let her know that I'm not going anywhere and that I love her but I can't be that honest just yet.

"I'll never be angry at you love , you know that no matter what you tell me"

"I can't Mum , I wish I could but I can't, I just need help to feel better , feel sane, I don't wanna become that friend of a friend that people once knew you knew" , we were both just sobbing messes in the car but I really needed to tell her what happened last night so I can at least be prepared enough to tell George "but uh last night , I went out and got some stuff from a guy I know , we smoked and drank a little and we had some other stuff, but I think I took to much or something I'm not sure but...I had like a bad reaction to it I think....everything hurt and I had a really bad panic attack and I called Ross so I wasn't alone....I thought my brain was going to explode...I was so scared"

"Why didn’t you call me or your dad?"

"I thought you'd be angry at me and I couldn't deal with that in the moment , Ross helped and looked after me, I would have came home the next day but he really wanted to keep an eye on me"

"We'll I'll be keeping a closer eye on your from now on and I think, don't take this as me being angry at you but I will be grounding you but while we're home I would very much appreciate it if you talk to me more and tell me exactly what's going on in that overactive brain of yours alright"

"Yes Mum, I need to go lie down though my heads killing me still, We might need to get that seen to because I've had a headache for like a week now and it's not subsiding"

"We can get it checked for now just go in get some water and watch something on the TV, does that sound okay?" , we both get out of the car as my mum goes to the living room to set up the tv, I make my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water and at this I finally text George from my phone rather than through Ross or while playing games

Matty: hiya darlin , I know we've spoken a lot through Ross this weekend and I'm so sorry about that but I'm home now , I miss you loads though

Then make my way back down to sit on the sofa next to my mum "what we watching"

"Whatever you'd like love"

"Uh lord of the rings maybe" , I'm a massive nerd, I would never tell someone that I like this film on purpose but it really does bring me comfort.

"Alrighty", she sticks it on and we snuggle up to each other , as we're watching I feel like right now might be a good time to give my mum some good news about me rather than all the mess she's had to deal with over the past few days so I might just tell her about George

"Hey mum , can I tell you something, it's good don't worry" , she pulls me closer to her and we cuddle up on the sofa and I can feel her slightly nodding against my head. "I'm talking to someone, and there so lovely , they make me feel good and calm me down, and there so gorgeous, I also know that I shouldn't be with someone just cuz they make me feel good but I think I really like them and I'm really interested in them", I pause for a moment because I know my mum and I can sense when she's going to say something.

"Any reason we are avoiding name or pronouns ??" , I know she won't mind that hes a male because my grandad is a drag queen and all my family are very close with LGBT People. "Do they happen to be a boy by any chance love ?"

"They might be ", saying it out loud makes me smile and the hairs on my neck stand up and it gives me goosebumps. "Actually yes, he's a boy and his names George and I really really like him, he's so

handsome"

"I've never heard of a George before, what does he look like love ?", I pull out my phone as I search through my phone to find the picture I got of him while we were on call and when I find it I give her my phone to look. "He is very handsome love? , does he go to your school"

I shake my head a little "nah he lives in London , I met him on my game, and he's really helping me through some stuff , please don't go all mum on me though, I get your concern about meeting people online but I really trust him okay ?"

"That's okay love it's okay, if you trust him , I trust your decision, how old is he"

"He's 16, he's in year ten , so I'd assume he's nearly 17 but I'm not sure but that's okay right , I'm not 18 myself yet but it should be alright , right ?"

"It's alright my love, more than alright , he should come visit in the summer if you'd like ?" , this made me sit up right and look directly at my mum , my mouth slightly agape.

"Really?, would that be okay?"

"If you'd like that then of course he can"

"Oh my god thank you so much Mum , your the best" , I pull her into another tight hug and then we both get caught up in the film.

It was around 3 o'clock when the first film had finished, my mum got up and asked if I wanted anything to eat , I wasn't the hungry as I said earlier I feel like I'd eaten enough at Ross' that could last a century but I have to try so I asked for some soup while my mum was preparing lunch I pulled my phone out again

George: Hi love , it's okay you don't have to worry , Ross is a sound lad and he's your friend I'm glad he looks out for you , I miss you so damn much, how are you doing today though xx

Matty: I'm not doing too bad I think , Mums making lunch also you'll never guess what xx

George : that's amazing we'll done

George : what love ???

Matty: I told Mum about you and she said you can visit in the summer if you'd like? Would you like that?

George: omg no way , of course I'd love that.

I then got a Snapchat message through it's a picture of George and by Christ was I not ready for it, he's fresh out of the shower , just a picture of him in underwear water drops still adorning his chest and shoulder , he's so fit omg. I send him a text back

Matty : I'm going to be sat with my mum all day you can't be sending me that right now 🥵

George : whoops sorry 😉 , can't say you didn't like it though ay

Matty: you know I did, you know I like it when you get all flirty like that 😉

George: you gunna make me stop?

With that my mum enters the room and stops at the door slightly chuckling at me "what?"

"Is that him by any chance"

"How could you tell?"

"You face is the colour of a cherry and your nearly splitting your face in half with that smile"

"Oh , yeh that's him" , I chuckle a bit and turn my phone faced down on the sofa as she hands me the bowl full of chicken soup and I tuck in as we get the next film set up, just an afternoon of lord of the rings and good company that's all I need.

"So, I was thinking I’ll book an appointment for Dr Adrian tomorrow and we can tell him about EVERYTHING and then we can see what he says yeh ?”

“So long as I don’t have to go to some stupid like , I don’t know rehab then yeh we can do that”

“He’ll just give us some advice on how to help you stop and we can get some general advice on how to help you , in anything not just the drugs my love and we can see where to go from there”

“Okay , can I go to my room after this is finished , I’m okay right now I promise, I just have to get some studying done”

“After this I’m sure that’ll be fine”

3 hours later the film was done the soup was discarded, I’d eaten most of it but it got cold so I couldn’t finish it , I’d gone to the bathroom as well and now I’m upstairs in my room looking over my history work while messaging George

Matty: nope I’d never ask you too stop that would just be crazy

George: that’s my boy, did you like what you saw then??

Matty: I very much did yes

George: what exactly did you like about it huh?

Flirty George was new for me and I found my self really liking it and it made me adjust myself in my seat because I suddenly felt really warm

Matty: I don’t know specifically, your just fit int’ ya

George: fit am I! , says you , what would you do if I was there right now

Matty : what’s gotten into you and what have you done with baby George 😂😂

Matty : also I don’t think you’d wanna know what I’d do

I got up from my seat and closed my door over making sure it was properly closed and flop down on my bed because I can feel this conversation taking a very sudden turn

George : Oh I would love to know , I really would, that’s why I asked

Matty: we’ll I guess you’ll never know cuz I ain’t saying.

The minute I see that George has seen the message the caller icon appears on my screen and he’s calling me so I swipe to answer and bring the phone to my ear, smiling.

“Nah man you can’t leave me like that” , he sounds a little flustered but I can tell he’s happy. Even at the sound of his voice I am immediately happy too.

“Hello to you too”

“Hi , but no seriously I wanna know what you’d do”, he chuckling a little on his end and it makes my heart melt

“Like the serious answer or the jokey one”

“Serious if your willing”

“We’ll first thing I’d do if you where here right at this minute is probably cry because you know what I’m like”, we both laugh at that because it’s honestly quite funny. “And then I’d kiss you, and I’d then ask you if it was to take your shirt off cuz I just have to see the body of yours and I’d then probably spend like ten minutes just admitting you , leaving marks on you so everyone knows your mine and yeh”

“Wow !, I’d very much into that, uh , what are you doing right now?”

“Why ?, is someone a little occupied ?”

“I just wanna …try something new…if it’s okay with you of course …I don’t wanna feel like a perv”

“Yeh?, what is it you’d like to try darlin”, I could just about tell where this was going and you know what I was so ready for it, I really wanted to do it, it might be a little weird for both of us but I’m nothing but eager.

“Uh…have you ever …ever uh…had phone sex or like done anything…while on the phone?”

“I can’t say I have no but there’s a first for everything”

“Would you like too….with me I mean?”

“Yes , I jolly well think I would”

“Jolly well , what are you 80?” , we both start laughing again because honestly sometimes with the words I use and people at school not understanding sometimes I feel like I am 80.

“Sorry go ahead, take it away?”

“Okay , are you lying down”, with that I lay down properly on my bed making sure I’m comfy and ready to start this .

“Yes I am , are you ?”, I can hear some rustling from his end but after a couple of seconds he then tells me that he is in fact also lying down .

SORRY CLIFF HANGER IM GOING TO PUT THE SMUT IN THE NEXT ONE !!!!!!

#george daniel #matty healy #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975

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thedreamwalkerlads · 1 year

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If you don't mind me asking, Daniel (Can I call you Dan?), why do you trust the people of tumblr to help you out with this? I mean, I'm just some kid who probably lives halfway across the globe from you! And, to be honest, that's probably most of tumblr's userbase in a nutshell.

...I mean, surely a reddit thread would be better for advice, lol.

I'm joking about that last part, if you couldn't tell. What I'm getting at is, do you have any family or close friends who can take some time and hear you out? Surely if this is causing you actual distress and difficulty sleeping, someone close to you irl would be willing to give you better advice than us anons ever could.

-🎲

(PS- Feel free to call me Dix. Or D6, if you prefer. Though I guess giving a name to an anon defeats the purpose.)

You can call me whatever you want! I've had a couple of people call me Dan before, so don't worry about it.

And you bring up a very good point! I didn't even think of Reddit, mostly because I've never used it before. Also, Tumblr was kind of the first thing that popped up in my Google search, and it seemed a lot easier to use. I've heard Reddit users can be rather nice, though? I don't know. You said it was a joke, anyways, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.

This is going to sound depressing as hell, and I swear I didn't mean for it to sound that way, but I don't really have any close friends, save for some online ones. I don't even know if I'd call them especially close? A couple of them have been nice enough to stay on call with me a couple of nights though, so I can have some entertainment instead of shiny hunting or working on my DST base. And I don't really stay in contact with any of my family. I mean, I see them on holidays and things, but save for the occasional birthday message none of us really talk. Maybe if I talked to my mum about this, she'd listen, but I'd hate to worry her. Lord knows she's got her hands full with my other siblings.

Maybe you're right about them giving me better advice than you anons. But you all are very nice, and it's been kind of cool talking about this online? I don't feel as nervous about it, at least.

Oh, I did manage to sign my number to the other person in my dreams, by the way! They haven't texted me yet, though, so it's a possibility they missed a digit. If they don't text by tomorrow, I'll sleep again and try signing it again.

Thank you again, anon! Dix/D6 is a very nice name, although I can keep calling you anon if that makes you feel better.

#irish lads au #rtgame

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nicofiliac · 2 years

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they're not together.

summary : dad¡draco giving his daughter's boyfriend "the father talk".

pairings : mom reader x dad draco , hints of cassie malfoy x albus potter¿

quotes : n/a

notes : fluff, so much fluff | kissing

"Cas, he's here." "be there in a minute, mum."

you shook your head before walking towards the door, a smile on your face. "good evening mrs malfoy. how have you been?" "please, call me y/n. and I'm doing great. I hope harry and ginny are doing well too?" Albus simply nodded, stepping inside.

"why don't you wait in the library, cassie will be down soon." you led albus to the library, giving him a smile before leaving to see what your daughter is up to.

albus browsed through the shelves, awestruck. he loved to read and the malfoy's library was his and cassie's favorite spot. it was theirs.

draco had come in the library at that precise moment. he had hated potter in his hogwart days, but now it was all 'water under the bridge' and he loved found potter's son admissible.

"good evening potter." albus was startled by the intrusion but nonetheless kept a straight face. like father, like son. "good evening mr malfoy." Albus found Draco a bit intimidating but he had come to terms with it. After all, Draco was his crush's best friend's father.

Draco realized that he could have a "chat" with the boy regarding his darling girl. He had seen how Albus had looked at her, it was the same way Draco used to and still looks at you, with utmost love and desire, a fire that once ignited can't be extinguished.

But he knew how boys were, and he wanted to let the boy know the consequences of any.. actions if they were to occur.

"Albus, have a seat. I wish to talk to you about something rather consequential." Albus gulped, his adam's apple bobbing hard. He felt his palms get clammy and legs stiff, as if he had committed a crime. Maybe he had, but he didn't know?

Albus took a seat at the chair which was placed near the coffee table at the centre of the room. His eyes looked around, darting back and forth rapidly to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of Draco.

Draco couldn't help but stiffle a laugh at the boy's obvious demeanor. He did not wish to traumatize the kid but simply warn him.

"I've seen how you look at my little girl albus, I know that look. If you are dating, I hope you know that if you make her cry, if I see her upset over your stupidity, I won't hesitate to hunt you down and kick your ass as the muggles say, and uh." Albus had a look of sheer amusement and surprise on his face. Him? Dating Cassie? There was no chance she'd say yes.

"Mr Malfoy actually-" "Did I allow you to speak?" Draco slightly glared at the boy in front of him who started stammering and declining profusely. "Anyways, what else was it that y/n's father said to me..." he whispered in a hushed voice, trying hard to think of the intimidating warnings y/n's father had given him.

"yes i-" "I think that's enough love. albus, cassie is at the door, you can leave." Albus gratefully nodded responding in affirmative before leaving in a haste.

Draco started to chuckle at his retreating figure, moving forward to encircle his arms around your waist. "I think I did a good job with that don't you think y/n?" "you almost gave the poor boy trauma and besides, draco, they're not together."

Draco let out a sigh, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips. "Well aren't they oblivious souls?" "Just like we were once." You grinned at him before he leaned in and kissed you passionately, warmth spreading through your body in his waking touch.

"Um first of all gross. and secondly, I'm leaving I'll be back by-" "10.30. you should be back in the manor by 10.30." Cassie groaned before protesting, managing to convince the two of you she'll be back by 11.

"Stay safe, bye."

"Well Mrs Malfoy, it's just us now, what if we have some fun of our own-" "I haven't even left yet. Jeez dad." Draco turned red with embarrassment while you couldn't help but left out a laugh.

a/n : dad draco has my heart<3

#imagine #love #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #hp fanfic #fluff #hp imagine #angst #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco x female reader #draco x reader fluff #draco x you

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i-lovethatforme · 2 years

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😬😭 for the blurb :):):)

oh, you WOULD.

😬 confessing their feelings / 😭 unrequited love

"I dunno, May," he sighs, running his hand through his hair. "She doesn't seem like she wants to be my friend."

Peter looks out over the skyline, the blue skies making way for the pinks and the reds they very rarely get to see in NYC but he'll enjoy it when he can. May tells him not everyone has to like him and he gets it. He gets that. He's just not used to it out of the suit.

"Yeah, I guess so," he grumbles.

It's not like he cares that MJ doesn't like him. They haven't seen each other since high school graduation and he doesn't remember talking to her then at all. The most he ever spoke to her was when she helped him out at prom.

But now it's been years and he's not sure what she's holding a grudge over but she seems determined to not be friendly. It's not like she's been particularly obvious about not liking him. It's just obvious to him because he can hear the uptick of her heart when she sees him and the slight blush in her cheeks. But she frowns when he looks at her and she runs in the opposite direction when he goes to talk.

If he was insane he'd think she had a crush on him or something. She's miles out of his league - she always has been if he's honest. But he practically had to force her to go to prom with him - barely managing to get a 'sure' out of her and then after that, she ignored him anyway. So he's not expecting a love confession from her anytime soon.

"Yeah, I could ask her," Peter says to May. He's obviously not going to ask and he's just going to spend his time wondering how his sort of prom date turned into someone that can't stand the sight of him. He didn't even have to run off!

It's whatever.

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The door clicks closed behind her and she's already struggling to remain calm, pulling her lip between her teeth as she hangs her coat up. The whole way home she played the scene over in her head. The way she heard Ned hyping him up to ask her. The way he kept mentioning Brad as if MJ would ever want to go with him - she was pretty sure he was already going with Liz. The way Peter wasn't sure if she'd even say yes. It took all of her power to not scream at him that her dress would be yellow.

"Hey sweetie," her mum calls from the sofa. "How was school?"

"Fine," she says but she can hear the excitement in her voice and judging by the way her mum spins around to face her - she hears it too.

"Meesh?"

"Peter asked me to prom," she shrugs.

"Peter? Like... Peter Peter?"

"Muuuum," she drawls. “It's not a big deal!"

But it's too late. Her mum is up, screeching in her ear as she pulls MJ into a dance in the kitchen.

"Do we need to go dress shopping?"

"I was just going to wear the yellow one," she mumbles, letting her mum fuss over her hair even though prom is at the weekend and not right now.

"Okay, okay, but let's get a new purse?"

MJ groans but she gives in anyway. Her mum could always convince her. Besides, she is kind of excited.

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MJ is hiding in her office. It's not particularly grown-up but God, nor is being hung up on a guy from high school.

Every time she sees Peter looking at her with wide eyes she almost tells him everything. Or that she's over it. Or she goes to lie to him and tell him she never hated him at all.

But then she remembers the way they danced and the way her cheeks ached because she was having such a good time. The way his hair was as soft as she always thought it would be when he leaned in to kiss her in the middle of the dance floor. The way she thought he was having a much better time than he was. The way she thought he liked her in the way she liked him.

And she can't get past the way she let her walls down. And the way she went to school on Monday with a stupid drawing she'd done of them together. Her in her yellow dress and him without a tie - that she now realises is because he was wanting to match someone else.

So every time Peter comes to talk to her - she remembers how heartbroken she was when she all but skipped into school, picture in hand and ready to just tell him. Tell him she'd been crushing on him since the fourth grade. To tell him she saw this cute bookstore turned coffee shop on eighth and her mum said she could be out late on Saturday.

But as she saw him at his locker with Ned she wishes she never said yes in the first place. Boys were never worth it. She always knew that. But she's burdened with the conversation anyway.

"It didn't even work," Peter muttered. "Liz is still with Brad. She barely even looked at me."

"Sorry man, I thought for sure you'd make her jealous," Ned says, his face furrowed. "At least you had fun with MJ, right?"

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "She wasn't weird or anything... but she's not Liz."

Peter didn’t want her then and MJ sure as hell doesn’t want him now.

#ask game #spideychelle #jill you are in DANGER #not edited if we see mistakes blame the fact I'm on a work call x #jssc prompt #ask

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tvdsure · 2 years

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i. habits of my heart

paring : eren x reader, levi x reader, (used in past tense) armin x reader.

trigger warning : after birth depression… i think that’s it. no sexual scenes.

summary : reader had a kid at twenty two and between trying to take care of elena and her unsupportive mother she just wants to give up.

honestly, i think this deals with a story more of my usual love one shots. i hope you like it + it’s heavily unedited i’ll come back later cause its 4 am.

so many people let me believe that i'm worthless. that i mean nothing beyond the amount money i make, or how smart i am, or how i dress. their words will forever stick with me. i'll always remember that no matter how hard i try, people have it harder and still go further that i ever can.

because if my mother doesn't love to remind me of it i don't know who does. which is exactly what she's doing right now. at a dinner. with my friends, no less.

"and if she'd just went that extra year, she'd be much better than she is right now. oh how i wish she had listened to us back then. instead she has a child..." i block her words out. i fought her endlessly on this, more than i can remember. thankfully, she never mentions elena in bad blood, she loves her, but the way she explains my pregnancy is more than enough to know she doesn't love me.

"thank you, mum." i interrupt halfway through her speech (that has switched to another subject).

"honey, you haven't even had dessert." i shrug, grabbing the two girls and we all get up.

"next time. thanks." she gets up, allowing clara and mary clean up the table as she walks us out. we were already finished eating but we were about to have dessert.

"thank you for having us, ms. ellison." she smiles, kissing the girls cheeks and then mine, but not before whispering something in my ear.

"don't interrupt me again, darling." i nod once and walk out while waving goodbye to her. once the door is closed i feel so much better.

"god," i groan, "that's was horrible." mikasa and annie face me sympathetically. i shake my head quickly as we all get into the car.

"no! don't look at me like that. i hate it already, i don't need sympathy." they both look at each other before nodding. "where do you wanna go? cause i haven't eaten a single thing that was served and i really need a change of scenery."

"yn..." i groan, knowing that means they can't go out. "i'm sorry! me and armin haven't seen each other for weeks and they're finally back from tour." my head perks up at the new announcement.

"they're back from tour?" mikasa nods and i start to drive.

"yeah. eren just texted me an hour ago. he's waiting back home." i smile, knowing how much elena adores eren, they've connected in a way no one else was able to reach her and i love that. monster because her own father doesn't have that connection with her.

"speaking of," annie starts and i immediately shake my head, knowing where this is going. "come on, yn, tim has to see her. it's been a month. he's her father, too, you know." if there's anything i despise, it's giving my daughter away for a whole week to her dad.

"tim texted me yesterday." my bottom lip is pulled in between my teeth. i know their reaction.

"yn!" they both shout and i park the car silently. i'm about to shut off the car before annie, from the backseat, presses my shoulders down. "we'll literally dismember you. he needs to see his daughter, it's not fair on him for you to do this." i sigh, knowing she's right.

"okay okay. i'll call him tonight." they both seem satisfied because we're finally out of the car and i get to see my daughter.

i check my phone for any text messages before getting consumed with elena and the band since they're back. apparently everyone texted me. i've had my phone on focus mode.

( 4 49 ) armin : hey pretty

i've missed you

we're here, can you guys answer the door

damn it i think we woke elena up

sorry, see you when you get back

( 4 55 ) jean : ynnn, we're outside

we're waiting and i don't like it

please answer the door for the love of god

eren just informed me that we are bothering

you while you're at your mother's

sheesh, have fun (haha as if)

( 5 03 ) 'we own a house' groupchat :

eren : y'all are so annoying someone open the door

armin : i think they're out

jean : i don't care, someone better let us in

connie : why are we texting here when we're two feet from one another?

eren : so that the girls could answer while we're suffering

historia : i’m not home

eren : clearly. if you were, your ears would be blessing by now

sasha : you’re all so annoying, the sparks key is tied under the mailbox

armin : that’s really smart guys

sasha : it’s was mikasa’s idea

eren : liar. i saw a tiktok about it.

historia : just open the damn door and shut up already

( 6 14 ) mum : you guys left so fast

what's wrong? is it elena?

call me when you're home.

( 6 20 ) lilly : im coming back to nyc tomorrow

can i stay over? it'll be fun. please.

i haven't seen you in agesss

the latest message, from lilly, gets me excited and i smile. while i attempt to text her back, my body crashes onto someone else and i’m almost positive i’ll be falling any second now. until i don’t.

eren yaeger.

“hey.” he barely lets out, letting go of me completely. he’s changed in the span of three weeks. he’s gotten taller, i think, and his hair looks… his eyes, his clothes… too much. he’s too much.

i can’t do this right now.

“hi. have you seen elena?” he nods, looking me up and down and i feel myself shy under his gaze.

“uh yeah, i put her in her room, she was asleep on the couch when we got home.” i nod and start to walk away. i know we have a lot to talk about, i know that, but i can’t do it right now.

“armin!” i smile once i’m greeted with the whole band as well as the girls sitting together. he quickly comes over to me, pulling me into a tight hug, swirling me around and i laugh a little. “i’ve missed you so much.” he nods, agreeing as he hugs me a little tighter.

“come on, armin. you’re hogging her.” i laugh at jean’s comment and let go of the hug with armin and instead jump into the slightly taller man’s arms.

“you guys have been gone for too long.” i say, letting go of jean and greeting the rest. connie, erwin and levi.

levi is their manager. and an amazing one at that. i don’t know what erwin is to the band but he’s everywhere they are so i don’t really question it. besides, he gives the best advice.

someone taps my shoulder from my behind and for a second i’m afraid it’s who i think it is. but it’s hange. i attach my self to them and they hug me back even tighter.

“how have you been? where’s my little sunflower?” they ask and i smile, knowing how much they love elena.

“she’s asleep. i’m good. i missed you too much though.” they smile, kissing my cheek.

“i’ve missed you even more.” and just like that we’ve all fallen back into routine.

me, armin, and sasha are on the white couch, my legs dangling on the blond’s hips as he bounces his slightly for my satisfaction. jean, connie and historia are on bean bags. hange and levi are on the chair in the kitchen (which is open so they’re practically sitting with us). eren, mikasa and annie are talking together.

they’re mostly sharing stories of the tour and what happened. i didn’t really have time to watch it, which is disappointing, but they aren’t leaving any details out.

“i’m glad you guys had fun.” historia smiles at armin and jean who immediately start ranting about it again. i love hearing these stories, even though they make me wish i can get away from here one day, i love knowing my friends have found their purpose. that they’re happy.

“you tired?” armin whispers to me while everyone is consumed in their conversation. i nod a little, swinging my legs off of him and onto the floor.

“i’m gonna go to bed guys.” they all say ‘good night’ before i’m off to bed. not really. it’s more of watching elena sleep while i cry myself to a deep slumber.

once i’m at my room i finally take a deep breath, letting all my tears flow. there isn’t a specific reason why i feel… heavy. i just do. i always do. and while i know everyone down there would do almost anything for me, including comfort me, i can’t burden them with ‘postpartum depression’.

yeah, i’ve officially been diagnosed a few weeks after elena was born. the doctor said it wasn’t that serious, though. nothing dangerous or harmful to me or elena, just some mood swings here and there, panic attacks, crying randomly, intense irritation or anger. nothing a few pills couldn’t fix. so now, every night i’m supposed to take a fluoxetine.

it’s nothing, really, it’s just some depression. i can handle it, and i will. i just tend to cry a lot which i don’t think needs to be mentioned.

i take the pill, and then another one, before resting next to elena, smiling as i hug her closer to me. i never thought i could love someone so much but she’s only seven months and i already love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my twenty two years of living. she’s my heart and soul. she’s my everything.

#aot x reader #pregnancy tw #eren x reader #attack on titan eren #levi x reader #love story #snk eren

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mossybank · 3 years

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Baby You're a Haunted House — W. M.

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N helps Wanda grieve and gain closure on Pietro's death in their own special way, a perculiar way to flirt in the eyes of others. — au/non-canon accurate timeline

A/N: Baby You're a Haunted House is a song that's been stuck in my head on a loop, and although it was only meant to be a place holder title I've actually become quite fond of it.

semi-proofread

Y/N had been meaning to talk to Wanda for a while, amongst all the chaos of Ultron, they didn't get a proper opportunity to introduce themself; and to do it afterwards, as the girl realised she'd lost her brother, just seemed crass. They thought that maybe now they'd left it too long to introduce themself, coming off as rude and tone deaf for not doing it earlier, but the longer they avoided doing this the worse it would become.

In order to give themself an excuse for waiting so long, Y/N made Wanda a welcome hamper of sorts. They'd scoured the Eastern European aisle at the shop in hopes of finding something Sokovian, hoping it would remind Wanda of what was once her home, but they also feared that would be cruel, they didn't want her to feel anymore homesick than she most likely already did.

Eventually they threw a few things together, mostly sweets and snacks of the sort that they thought she'd enjoy, and anxiously knocked on her door before entering sheepishly.

"Hey, uh, I—" They glanced at Wanda and then at her TV before fixating their gaze to the floor, it was much less intimidating, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, no," Wanda shook her head and paused the TV, the laughing track stopping, "Nothing important."

Y/N knew Wanda would have a Sokovian accent, she was from the country for gods sake, but that didn't stop the tips of their ears from heating up at the sound of it. It was typical, but Y/N simply had a thing for accents, and they hoped Wanda hadn't noticed.

"I wanted to introduce myself, I've know we've met before," Y/N cringed, righting a robotic threat to earth seemed like a bit more than just meeting, "But we haven't met-met... I, um, I brought you a gift!" They held the gift basket out awkwardly, a lopsided smile overtaking their face.

Wanda chuckled quietly at Y/N's antics and shuffled from her position of the edge of her bed, making space for Y/N to sit beside her and patting it. Y/N quickly obliged, placing the gift basket between them.

"I wasn't sure what you'd like so it's a bit of everything."

"Thanks.. No one else has done this for me." Wanda said fondly, looking through the basket with a content expression, "You didn't need to do all this."

Y/N looked down at their hands, and shrugged, "I just wanted to make sure you felt welcomed here and stuff, y'know? I know what it's like to be a new Avenger, it's a lot of change at once so I just want to make sure you're doing okay."

After some small talk, the two decided to watch one of Wanda's sitcoms together. Y/N wasn't too sure what it was called, but they'd definitely ask her later in order to binge it themself.

"We used to have movie nights as a child where we'd only be allowed to speak english to help us learn it," Wanda's expression dropped temporarily, gazing to the side. Y/N followed Wanda's gaze, eyes landing on a framed photo of her and Pietro.

"... I'm sorry." Y/N said hesitantly after a second of silence, "If there's anything I c—"

Wanda's expression caused Y/N to stop talking, she'd clearly heard that phrase repetitively from everyone.

"The only thing you could do to make me feel better would be to bring him back." She said bitterly before looking at Y/N, her sour tone dropping off of the end of the sentence as her eyes met their, "I didn't mean that, I shouldn't... It's not your fault."

Y/N shook their head, cutting Wanda's apology short, "No, no! You have every right to be upset and excited, but.." They trailed off, a moment of debate in their brain, "If you, um, really wanted to see him again, I could try help?"

Wanda raised a brow, frowning slightly as if she thought Y/N was making some sick joke.

"The little ghost army thingie back in Sokovia when we were fighting Ultron? That was me! Uh.. Trying to reach Pietro would take time though.. Usually ghosts follow people around but I haven't seen him.."

Wanda sighed and shook her head, "You don't have to do that for me, you looked exhausted from how you used your powers back there."

"But I'd like too! And it'd be a great bit of training even if it didn't work, I've never been able to summon anyone specific before." They tried to reason, but ultimately they wouldn't do anything without Wanda's permission.

"... I'll think about it."

It was a week later when Wanda next spoke to Y/N regarding their conversation about Pietro, they'd spoke in between but dancing around the topic of a dead brother was difficult work. Eventually, they had to discuss it once more.

"I'm willing to try, but if anything goes wrong, that will be it." Wanda comes to the compromise, presenting her deal to Y/N one morning in the kitchen. Y/N looking at Wanda and nodding, zoning out slightly and taking in her features, only snapping back into reality as boiling liquid came into contact with their hand.

They cursed, almost dropping their mug, foiled by the classic sitcom trope of overpouring your coffee and burning yourself as the result of some stupid crush.

"Oh, Y/N! Are you o—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" They reassured, shaking their hand dry, ignoring the sting of the burn, "If you give me an hour, we can try immediately!"

Wanda nodded and promptly left, she longed to truly make sure Y/N was okay but held back,she’d dread to come off too doting this eraly in their relationship. Y/N's shoulders slumped and they let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. They'd barely knew Wanda, whatever they were feeling had to go away soon, it was just unprofessional when their whole thing right now was helping the girl talk to her brother one last time!

The medium was pulled out of their deprecating thoughts by a boisterous chuckle, turning their head, they recognised it to be Thor.

"Ah, young love," The god teased, giving Y/N a firm but well-meaning pat on the back, "Good luck, young Y/N."

Y/N blushed and defensively assured Thor that is was 'nothing like that', but it was clear to everyone else that it absolutely was.

Arriving to their semi-impromptu séance, Y/N gave Wanda a run down on what was going to happen. Usually, when summoning a spirit, Y/N only summoned those already around, but it seemed Pietro had already moved on from this world- it made sense, his death was somewhat honourable and he didn't seem to have any unfinished business or grudges- that just meant Y/N's process would be a little more difficult and required a few more attempts. For a summoning like this, they'd have to temporarily leave the mortal realm, appearing to those around them as unconscious. Luckily for Y/N this was something they were particularly good at, often doing so accidently and getting stuck when their powers first manifested as a child.

Laying down on the floor, Wanda knelt beside them with a soft grip on their hands ready to wake them should something go wrong, Y/N closed their eyes, the last thing they felt before slipping away being Wanda tenderly stroking her thumb across their knuckles.

With a start, Y/N woke up, sitting slowly and looking around their surroundings. Blue, everything was blue here and although usually a tranquil colour, here it was chilling and made everything feel off. Standing up, Y/N thought of a game plan, there was no point wandering around the blue plains of this realm, they'd get nowhere; not that there was anywhere to go or find regardless. The best way to find a spirit was to call out to them, and so that's just what they did.

If they steadied their breathing and kept quiet enough, they could make out distance conversations in hushed tones, they sounded like gibberish to them though— whether they were speaking English or not, they didn't want Y/N to know what was being said, and so that's how it stayed.

Their first few attempts at summoning were futile, each time they'd wake up with a start, taking a surprisingly deep breath and breaking out in a coughing fit, Wanda vigilantly by their side to help them through it, always offering a glass of water or a cough drop.

The pair began to hang out outside of Y/N’s attempts to contact Pietro, by now the two both knew they most likely wouldn’t find his spirit, but neither of them mentioned this, thinking giving up on the summoning would mean they’d stop hanging out. Of course this likely wasn’t the case, but anxieties between the two certainly made it seem so.

One thing the two seemed to bond over a lot was food; it was what Y/N used to introduce themself to her and now Wanda was teaching Y/N a childhood recipe, opening herself up to them. There were little things the two did that everyone on the team seemed to notice except for them; for example, when telling Y/N to stir the food, she place her hands softly over their own to show them how to do it, her touch lingering longer than it should have. Occasionally other avengers would point this out, only being met with blushes by the two of them and various statements of denial, but with those statements of denial came coy but questioning looks from one to another as if to ask if they really meant that.

“It’s always best to try summoning on a full stomach, you never know how long it’s going to take so you should always be in good condition.” Y/N explains, cleaning the plates they’d just used to eat.

“How did you get your powers?” Wanda asked, warily, getting her powers wasn’t the best experience of her life and she’d hate to know something similar had happened to Y/N.

Drying up the plates, Y/N leans against the counter and faces her, “They run in the family.. sort of .. I mean, everyone on my mums side has some kind of fascination with the supernatural, but I’ve by far shown the most power in generations, apparently.”

Hearing that put a smile on Wanda’s face, she was glad it was something that came naturally to Y/N and that they could so easily embrace it.

Done with the washing, Y/N held an arm out for Wanda, her gladly taking it, and the two walked side by side ready for another attempt.

Y/N found themself once again in the place they'd now dubbed their own personal blue hell. They shivered, fiddling with the fraying hem of their sleeves and looked around. It was empty, of course, it always was. Occasionally they'd accidentally summon someone, but sensing that they weren't wanted, they often left quickly.

"Pietro?" Y/N yells, cupping their mouth to try enhance the sound of their voice, it was no use, "Wanda misses you.."

They were yet to find a buzz word to pique the spirits attention.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Y/N sat down, they sighed exaggeratedly,

"Quick bastard, powers probably made him move realms quicker too.." They muttered angrily in defeat, about to begin their process to return back to Wanda.

Just as they closed their eyes, Y/N felt a sudden gush of air pass them, jumping, they looked around. Nothing.

Groaning, Y/N put their head in their hands, at this point they were just being teased.

Another gush of wind went by and Y/N swore.

There was one final gush, stopping when a bright light stood in front of Y/N. It was impossible to make out what, or rather who, it was, no features discernable through the blue light that shone out the figure, so bright Y/N had to cover their eyes.

After a few seconds, Y/N knew they needed to question it, ".. Pietro..?"

The figure moved, tilting its head and trying to speak back, but just like everyone else here, it was distorted and hard to make out.

The longer Y/N looked at the figure, the less it began to shine, features becoming more readable.

Just as its face was finally revealed, Y/N only just catching a glimpse of its face, they awoke back in Wanda's room, the red-head leaning over them with a worried expression.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, helping them sit up and handing them tissues, it was only then that they realised their nose had been bleeding, "I was so worried." She kept her hands on their shoulders.

Y/N looked at her confused, tilting their head in question.

"I—.. You, you starting shaking and mumbling something, then your nose started bleeding," She looked down nervously, "I've been trying to wake you up for ages, nothing was working.."

She was clearly distressed, her hair a mess from running her hands through it and tears brimming her eyes.

"Wanda..." Y/N pulled the girl into a tight hug, "it's okay, I'm fine," They reassured.

Wanda sniffled and pulled back, "We.. We should stop trying to do this.. I don't want it to hurt you." She says sternly after calming down.

Though disheartened by the comment, Y/N knew it was coming, Wanda’s one condition from the start had been that they stop immediately should something go wrong.

As Wanda and Y/N had feared in their heads, they didn’t seem to speak as much since stopping the seances. It was weird, like something had changed, Y/N would try make conversation with Wanda but she’d only give them a guilty sort of look and make an excuse to leave the interaction.

It started to frustrate Y/N after a while but they didn’t want to push her, they knew they never should of suggested summoning Pietro, it would only bound to cause more heartbreak for the poor girl. Knowing this, they wanted nothing more to fix it; they never wanted to go against Wanda’s wishes, but they were just so close the last time they tried and knew that they couldn’t give up till they succeeded.

A week later, Y/N was content, but clearly exhausted, they would try summon Pietro’s spirit often, thinking that they could surprise Wanda, but they’d gotten so used to trying with her by their side offering comfort that it know became difficult to carry out this ritual alone. By now they'd accepted that perhaps this one spirit was just too far gone to bring back.

Reluctantly, contradictory to their original plan of letting Wanda approach them first, Y/N decided they needed to say something. They refused to go see her empty handed though, they made her an overly extravagant mug of hot chocolate in order to satiate her sweet tooth. Besides, it was much better to talk over a drink.

Opening her door after knocking was awkward, making a mug for themself too, the whip cream and marshmallows piled high, Y/N had no hands free. This caused them to need to do an awkward elbow maneuver with the door handle, the drinks threatening to spill. Wanda gave Y/N a funny look for a second, questioning their difficulty to open the door, before noticing the two mugs in their hands and quickly made her way over to them to take them.

“It’s just the way you like it..!” Y/N says, looking down at the floor and grimacing at where some of the hot chocolate had stained right outside of Wanda’s room; they’d have to remember to clean that up later if a janitor didn't get to it first.

Wanda smiles, humming, she thanks Y/N and puts the drinks down. The two sip on them awkwardly for a minute, unsure of what to talk about without addressing the elephant in the room. The two of them seemed to think alike, breaking the silence in unison,

“I missed you.”

Both seemed shocked by the others words, eyes widening and cheeks dusting a warm hue, before laughing.

Wanda held her hand out for Y/N and they took it, hands resting intertwined on the coffee table, “I’m sorry for avoiding you, I just... seeing you like that.. I felt like it was my fault.”

Guilt pang in Y/N’s chest and they shook their head, giving Wanda’s hand a comforting squeeze, “It’s my fault, I should know my limits, I do know my limits, but I decided to exceed them anyway. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Maybe,” Wanda starts, a teasing undertone in her voice which lightens the mood, “You could take me out to apologies?”

The suggestion alone was enough to knock the wind out of Y/N, they did a double take before finally bringing themself to respond, “Like a.. like a date..?”

“If that’s what you want.” God, this girl could be the death of Y/N.

“You know, this whole time I’ve been berating myself in my head for liking you.” Y/N chuckles, letting Wanda in on the secret, knowing from her amused expression that she had been doing the same, “so, its a date then?”

A wide smile spread across their face being able to say that, widening further as Wanda nods in confirmation. This whole time Y/N had thought the only way they’d be able to get to Wanda’s heart was to bring her brother back, that ended up not being the case at all.

They realised when thinking this, zoning out, they’d been staring at Wanda this whole time, who looked back at them with a bright red blush across her face, the sight was almost too adorable for Y/N to handle.

Wanda looked at her and Y/N’s joined hands and then back to their eyes, “Could I.. kiss you?” she asks catching Y/N off guard, “To seal the agreement to our date!” She adds on flustered, the line sounding much smoother in her head than it did aloud.

Y/N didn’t seem to catch the awkwardness in her words, nodding enthusiastically, then toning it down quickly thinking that it was too much, and lent forwards, Wanda doing the same.

They closed their eyes, tilting their head to the side in order to not ruin the moment by accidently bumping noses or heads.

As their lips touched, everything felt just right, it was like electricity and fireworks, like the perfect first kiss every book seemed to describe. It was like a gush of fresh air, and as the two pulled away they gave each other matching coy smiles. Fully invested in each other, it was like nothing else existed around them. Maybe that’s why they failed to notice a new addition to the room.

A fake gagging sounds comes from behind the two, causing them to jump and quickly look for the source of it. Like the realm Y/N had traveled to many times before, this figure was blue, but now in the realm of the living it wasn’t as bright nor did it sound so distorted. It took a second, but the two finally realised what, or rather who, was in Wanda’s room; Pietro.

Wanda gasped, letting go of Y/N’s hand and standing up, hesitantly approaching Pietro who gave her a smug smile. The two looked at each other for a while before going in for a hug, Pietro spinning Wanda around. Y/N’s heart warmed at the sight , though it also frustrated them a bit, if they’d known all it would take to summon him was to get with Wanda, they would have made a move much sooner.

Y/N got up and nervously stood behind Wanda, not wanting to say anything and ruin their reunion. Tears brimmed in Wanda’s eyes, but this time they could tell they were from happiness. She stepped away from Pietro and put a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm.

“So you two are a thing now?” Pietro questions, crossing his arms and giving Y/N the classic look of an over protective brother who would kill them should they hurt Wanda. Looking back at Pietro, Y/N noticed he was still slightly transparent, he wouldn’t be able to keep up a physical form in this realm for long.

Wanda looked down, blinking away her tears and looking back up with a smile on her face, corners of her mouth quivering slightly, “You didn’t see that coming?” She uses Pietro’s catchphrase against him, voice wavering slightly as she does so. Hand still on Y/’N’s arm, she lead them and Pietro back over to the table, the three would have a lot to talk about till Pietro had to leave once again.

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compassionatereminders · 2 years

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Hey Kat has your group home ever put you on a medication order? Like where they make you sign and watch you take your meds? I've I've on one for over a month....my doctor said she'd take me off it by the 20th December. It was my birthday today and I was looking forward to going out a bit around Christmas. I sometimes work evenings or late into the night and have to get my doctor to email/fax approval for me to take my medication with me to take after work...which is a little degrading. Today I spent half an hour or more speaking to my doctors receptionist and was told that my medication order would be extended until the 25rh (Christmas) now. Which is absolutely vile and I feel as though it takes away my freedom and devalues me a bit. Today i was venting to my mum and my friend about contacting the chief psychiatrists office and (since I have him on a telepathic speed dial (joking!!! Of course)) two people came from his office to ask how the supported living place (where I'm currently living) is for me and how I feel about them etc. I told them the full time staff are apathetic and pretty hopeless, and they stress me out and as I said that one of the staff came in saying I'm out of PRN (valium) and I said "my doctor said she's not prescribing me any more" and she goes "ok please go see your doctor" and walks out. It just highlighted how apathetic the staff are and the psychiatrists office people wrote notes and also suggested for me to speak to a mental health advocate if my medication order gets extended any longer. I mean I've been taking my meds minus a day or two where I had an all nighter but it doesn't give them the right to punish and devalue me. They also suggested asking the staff for social leave for the medication order. But I said they don't care as long as everyone is medicated early so they can watch TV for two hours...I'm tempted to ask my doctor for a night of social leave since I haven't gone out in over 6 weeks...and my social life is dwindling. The other aspect of the medication order that I hate is that I'm forced to take my meds by 8.30pm at the latest.. I agreed on 9pm with the "recovery" facilitator. If you can call her that. So it basically means I wake up at 4 or 5 am which is kinda stupid if you don't have work in the morning. Anywa...just venting/ranting a bit. The visit did make my day and hopefully there will be some changes here soon and I pray that my doctor doesn't extend my medication order. She's gotten really weird since she opened her own practice. Hope you're having a good week so far Kat!!! 😊

No. I have managed to avoid forced medication so far as I've always been taking my meds as prescribed. I even dose and order my meds on my own which is unusual for someone in a group home, but I really value the freedom being in charge of my meds gives me and I take the whole thing very seriously. I can't imagine the stress of having other people be in charge of it - and I really hope your doctor keeps their word and lets you be in charge of your own meds soon. Because what you describe sounds like a big invasion of personal freedom!

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malfoymania · 3 years

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LOYALTIES | 5 | D.M

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CHAPTER FIVE

LILY KINGLSEY

Classes the next day seem to drag. I can't stop thinking about what happened last night in the common room. How easily my hand went to Malfoy's face when I was in such a blind state of anger. I felt guilty.

"Lily, stop worrying about it. He got what he deserved" Hermione smiles, placing her hand on mine.

I told everyone what happened over breakfast. How I slapped Draco. It didn't come to much of a surprise apparently. Ron thought it was hilarious. Harry and Hermione saw the funny side too, but I can tell they both saw how much it bothered me.

"I'm not worrying about it." I reply, snapping out of my daydream and continuing to write my essay.

"Lily, you've been stuck in your head all day" She tells me, and she's not wrong. "What's really bothering you?"

I sigh, the sickening feeling throwing itself around my stomach yet again.

"I didn't hesitate to hurt him Hermione. That screams Slytherin." I admit with guilt evident in my voice.

"Yes it does, because you are Slytherin Lily. I know how much you hate it, but you're also just like your father. You want to help the right side, just like he did."

"My mum would hate me if she knew what I'd done" I say, still feeling ashamed.

"I think she'd be bloody damn proud." Hermione is quick to say. "We all know that her and Harry's mum were two of the quickest witted and strongest women at Hogwarts. She'd of done exactly the same thing, if not worse."

I smile at her words. She's right. According to my father my mum was just like me. She had a short temper and she said what she was thinking. I could listen to him talk about her all day. His eyes light up with such joy whenever he tells me about her. It makes me proud to be their daughter.

"Come on, we can finish this tomorrow. Go get out of your uniform and we'll find the boys." She smiles.

I head back to my dorm and try to bask in Hermione's words. As hard as I try to dominate my mothers Gryffindor traits, I always seem to let my darker side slip out, and since the start of this year it only seems to be happening more and more. I wish she was here to guide me.

When I get to my dorm I pull open the door and get ready to change as quickly as possible, but I jump out of my skin when I see a figure in the corner of the room.

"Merlin Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing in here?" I yelp, not expecting to see the blonde haired boy sat in my window.

"Waiting for you" he hums, looking more relaxed than ever.

"Get out of my room" I demand, pointing towards the door.

"It's not just your room. For all you know I could be waiting for one of your roommates." he shrugs, leaning further back into the window frame.

"You literally just said that you were waiting for me" I spit, crossing my arms. I don't have time for this crap.

"What's with the rocks on your window?" He asks, completely ignoring me and picking one up, twirling it between his fingers in the sunlight.

"They're crystals. They have different healing energies."

"What does the green one do?" he questions, picking up the crystal that's our house colour.

"It's supposed to get rid of headaches."

"Does it work?" He raises an eyebrow, looking over at me from the window.

"Clearly not. You're still here." I reply blandly, rubbing my hands across my face. Why is he here?

He's hopped down from his position on the window now, and he's making his way over to me slowly.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" He says calmly. He doesn't seem angry or offended by my words. He just simply makes his statement.

"Yes, you've told me before." He's so close to me I have to look up at him now. I bet his height gives him an incredible ego boost. I've never once been nice to Draco. I've always been a dick towards him and I'm aware of it, but when I hear him call me those words out loud I can't help but let them sting slightly.

"Well stop. It makes you annoyingly attractive." He says lowly, his grey eyes not leaving mine. My stomach drops. What the fuck?

"I...I- Wh- what?" I stumble over my words but he doesn't seem to acknowledge it. Any other time he'd use this as an opportunity to pull me apart.

"You heard me Kingsley." He looks down now at my lips. His thumb reaches to them and swipes against my bottom lip, pulling it ever so slightly as his rough skin catches it.

I'm terrified. Not only by the position i'm in but by the fact that I haven't shoved him off me yet. I'm letting him touch me. I want him to touch me.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Don't call me that." He hisses, his thumb leaving my lip, but sliding it across so that his hand now cups my cheek.

"Why not?" I breathe.

"Because it makes me want to do this" he whispers, placing his lips on mine.

My stomach completely erupts with butterfly's. Never once did I imagine that this would be happening. His lips are soft. So soft. He pushes against me slightly, deepening the kiss. I do the same, annoyingly not wanting to stop either.

He tastes like mint. He smells expensive. He feels amazing. He is amazi-

"What the fuck are we doing?" I pull away quickly when I stop myself from thinking the unimaginable.

"Kissing?" He replies, looking slightly shocked by the fact that I just yanked myself away from him.

"Dra- Malfoy. This is crazy! I slapped you literally just last night for being an asshole, and now you kiss me?" I yell, getting angrier by the second.

"Yeah, that was uncalled for." He states dryly.

"No it wasn't. I will never let any man degrade me, let alone a boy like you" I laugh slightly, shocked by this conversation i'm having.

"I didn't degrade you."

"Are you kidding me? All you ever do is degrade me! And my friends. You think you're better than everyone else!" It's frustrating me all the more that he's so calm during all of this. I want him to bite back.

He doesn't respond this time. He just looks at me, and as hard as i'm trying, I cannot for the life of me tell what he's thinking. "Say something goddamn it!"

"What do you want me to say?" he asks with more force.

"I don't know! You always have something to say. Some stupid shit that makes me feel like crap" I yell.

"Oh yeah? We'll have you ever noticed that you're exactly the same?" He spits, his demeanour quickly becoming less relaxed.

"Well maybe you should fucking stay away from me then!" I throw my hands in the air, completely infuriated by this situation. By him.

"I can't Lily! No matter what I do you're always there!"

We're both full of anger; heaving chests and red faces. I hate the boy. I truly do, but all I can think about is kissing his stupid face.

Before I know it. I'm the one pushing him against the wall. Both my hands cupping his face.

Unlike before, my lips move forcefully against his. Draco doesn't react at first. He stumbles backwards in shock. When I notice that it's just my lips moving I begin to pull away, but before I can his hands go to my waist and pull me against him. He's kissing me back.

"Christ, what are you doing to me Lily?" He mutters when he gasps for air. Hearing him say my name like that doesn't fill me with anger like it did last night, it makes me feel giddy and special.

His eyes are filled with hunger and lust. Ron was right; there is plenty of sexual tension that's been pent up, and we're finally realising it. Finally releasing it.

When we eventually pull away we're a pair of heaving chests, messy hair and lustful teenagers. I don't look at him to begin with. I'm embarrassed. Ashamed that I let my guard down and pinned the boy who makes me furious against a wall and kissed him.

"That was- something" Draco breaths, looking down at me. I don't say anything. He places his hand under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm just confused" I say honestly.

"Me too. You drive me crazy Lily Kingsley, and I hate that." His eyes flicker between the two of mine. I've never known him to be so honest before, it's weird.

"Yeah well you do too." I say with a small smile. I watch as the corners of his lips tug upwards, making my heart swell. This isn't good. "I... I need to g-go."

I quickly remove myself from his embrace and grab my bag, ready to head out the door.

"You can't just leave" Draco laughs, clearly enjoying my panic.

"Yes I can. And you need to go too." I fluster.

"If you say so" he grins, straightening his collar. I stand and watch as he saunters to the door. "See you in class Kingsley."

And with that he's gone, and i'm left wondering what the hell just happened, and why i'm desperate for more.

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