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[marcellaasblog]

Not my scent after all.

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Part 1

Summary: Eddie finds out that you know about Amelia. You are going to do any and everything in your power to fuck up Eddie and Amelia's life and take revenge into your own hands with a little someone by your side.

Warnings: So much ANGST!, fighting, mention of cheating, divorce,talk of pregnancy,hurt/confort, happy ending for the reader!

Author's notes: I had help from this amazing person right here @ejlpov she put so much of her amazing ideas into part 2 so thank you for that cause if she didn't do that I would of gave y'all a sad ending💕

Also I recommend reading her fic if you love angst as much as I do!

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When Eddie had got out the restroom he was met with the perfume bottle straight to his head .

"BABE WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" Eddie asked as he picked up the perfume bottle glancing up you as you give him the "you know what you did" look. Eddie could feel his heart about to stop any moment as he see you with his phone in your hands. He glances down at your feet as he sees all his shit layed out on the bed.

" we talk about this?" Eddie pleads.

"Nothing to talk about, Edward. Except you don't need to wait till Friday to see your whore". You stands, walking towards the chest of draws you use to share with him , grabbing his keys, removing the ones to the house tossing them and his phone to him, before heading into the bathroom. "now you get to see her everyday. Make sure you're gone by the time I get out, I'll make sure to take your shit to you later."

The click of the bathroom door locking brings Eddie to his senses. It never occurred to him that he would lose her. He lost her. He actually lost her, and now he has to deal with the consequences.

*Ding*

Eddie phone goes off

Amelia:I miss you too baby, wish I could see you now, but I know you'll make it worth my while when I see you on Friday. Good thinking of getting the same perfume. She's so pathetic that she'll never suspect now.

Guilt fills him with a sickening feeling. Eddie's finger hovers over the keys before looking at the bathroom door. He knows she is crying in there, and he's the reason for it. He begins writing

"uh about Friday...."

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Today was no other good day for you at all you didn't go to sleep last night until 3:00 as you cried your eyes out wondering why he would do this to you and what led him to do it.

Today you were determined to take him all his shit, but that wasn't enough for you you wanted him to suffer you were pissed, angry, frustrated ,sad your high school sweetheart the person that you said your vows to, the person that you made love to,the person that brought you comfort an happiness, the person that you made it home for in your heart ,just broke every promise he ever made to you. you weren't about to sit back and let him get away with this shit.

You wanted him to hurt , to suffer,to feel like his whole life was falling apart.

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You stopped at Eddie's job at the garage as you take in all the boxes of his clothes and accessories he still had at the house.

You were met with his manager Bobby at the front desk he looked at you like you were so crazy woman.

"what's all this dear." He asked as he took a quick Snoop of all the things in the box.

"I'm dropping off Eddie's stuff here I don't feel like meeting him anywhere or even looking at him." You we're on the verge of crying and Bobby can sense that you were frustrated just by the look on your face.

"what did he do?" That was the only question Bobby had to ask before you broke down.

"He,he fuc-ken cheated on me bobbyyy." You say as you you leaned on to the desk, Bobby got out from his chair as he took you into his arms and trying to calm you down.

"shhh sweetie breath, take a deep breath for me doll."bobby said as he rubs your back breathing in and out with you counting to 3 as you exhaled every breath.

He would have never thought in his years of knowing you and Eddie that he would do such a thing to you.

"It hurts, it hurts so bad. I trusted him and he took advantage of that.i don't wanna feel like this bobby, our whole relationship was built on lies. I thought he ACTUALLY LOVED ME." You yelled as bobby held you tightly in his arms he is comforting you as you let all your emotions out.He can feel your tears on his shirt and your hands squeezing against his arm as you sobbed violently into his chest.

Bobby didn't know to do to calm you down so he did what he knows best.

"what a dickhead.you want me to go beat him up or key his car cause I don't mind." Bobby asked as he hears you giggle into his chest.

"No it's alright bobby thank you." You say as you let go of him he brings to your cheek as he wipes away the tears.

"no problem sweetheart,but can I asked you something." He applied waiting for you to answer.

"Go ahead." You say as you already know what he's about to ask

"I don't want to get up in your business but do you know who the woman was?" He wanted to help you that's the only reason why he's asking.

"I don't know her but it was some women named Amelia,it seem like he was real close with her too."

Bobby didn't say nothing as he looked at you. His mouth hung low.

"Amelia what?" Bobby asked. You can feel his grip getting tighter around you.

"That's all it said. Their was no contact photo or even the last name.. why you asking?" you were looking at Bobby like if he was the crazy person.

"I gotta go, look just leave his stuff on my desk I'll take care of it later but here's my number because if it's right about what I'm thinking then you're going to need it." He said as he quickly grabbed a sticky note writing his number on it. He runs out of the shop apologizing to you again.

What the fuck was that all about? you thought.

Why would you need his number?

It took you a second to realize what he meant by needing his number if he was right.

Oh shit....

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Eddie had to go back to live with Wayne until he could get things situated.

When Wayne asked Eddie what happened, Wayne never felt more dissipointed in his nephew untill now.

Why would Eddie do such a thing to you? You were a sweetheart you did nothing wrong to Eddie, you loved him unconditionally and this is what his nephew does to you.

Wow smart move boy,but Wayne knows you, he knows you won't Just sit back and leave it . Whatever you do to get back at Eddie all by mean he won't stop you from the karma that is coming to Eddie.

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Eddie you went to work week after like nothing happened. When he entered the shop his manager Bobby went up to him punching eddie right in the face.

"REALLY MUNSON YOU CHEAT ON YOUR FUCKEN WIFE WITH MINE!" Eddie did know what to say or do as he can feel the warmth of his blood dripping from his nose.

"COME ON YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOU FUCKEN ASSHOLE!" Bobby said as he kicks Eddie in the stomach with all his strength he had left in him.

It's Bobby's turn to break to down he should of never believed Amelia when she said she wouldn't cheat anymore.

Him and Amelia had kids a family and she still broke her promise.

Bobby gives Eddie all his stuff and the vanilla folder with the divorce papers you have already signed.

"I don't want you near y/n you got it Munson,take your shit and leave and make sure you sign those divorce papers or I'll make you."

Divorce papers?

Eddie couldn't believe it.

You wanted to divorce him you couldn't even give him a chance to explain himself.

Eddie wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole he felt his heart sink his mind gone dizzy he couldn't hold back his sobs any more .

He fucked up and he's paying for his actions.

"oh and by the way, your fired." Bobby told him as he told Eddie to leave.

Not only did Eddie lose his wife but he also lost his job.

One down one more to go.

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When Bobby found out that Amelia was cheating on him again but this time with Eddie he didn't let her know he wanted to see if she would confess or she would play through her acts and lies still.

When Bobby told you that he knew Amelia and Amelia was his wife you felt sorry for him he could feel your pain as you sat across from him at the coffee shop . He told you it wasn't her first time cheating on him she did it back in high school during prom night and he still stayed with her.She did it a couple of months after giving birth to her second child Bryan.

He loved Amelia and he wanted to do everything in his power to keep her no matter what she was doing.

He wanted to do it for the kids he didn't know how he was going to tell his two boys that their mommy didn't love daddy anymore. he probably won't tell them at all their still to younge.

He couldn't watch their little faces break over something he had no control over.

That weekend you and Bobby went to go get the divorce papers for you and him.

He knew that you didn't want to see Eddie face to face so he gladly said he would give him your divorce papers as well as he gives Amelia her.

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Night before Bobby would give Eddie the divorce papers he sat down Amelia at the table right after she put her kids to sleep. He didn't wait any longer he wanted her out.

"How long?" He asked .

"Excuse me?" Amelia asked .

"How long have you been sleeping with Eddie?"

Amelia's face drops as her blood run cold she knew she got caught and she knew this day would come every other time she would cheat Bobby seemed to catch on.

"HOW LONG!" he yelled

"5 Months." She whispered

Bobby looked at her with discuss. Why would she lied him again? She promised him and she still did it .

"I need you out of the house by tomorrow morning. You can keep everything except the car I gave you and the kids,they will stay with me.Im gonna take full custody of them". He said resting his hand in his face.

He tries to not show his red teary eyes. He didn't want to show Amelia that this was hurting him he wanted to make a point that he wasn't going to deal with her shit anymore.

"WAIT NO BABY YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME!" Amelia yell jumping out of her chair I should try to go hug her out now ex-husband.

Bobby backed away from her

"WHY? HUH WHY CANT I DO THAT AMEILA ,BECAUSE YOU SEEM NOT TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THIS FAMILY."!

He may be holding back his tears but he's not going to hold back his words.

"IM PREGNANT!"

Bobby let out a little chuckle as he leans back into his chair.

"well you can go tell Munson to take care it, because that's not my fucken kid, is it?"

Amelia let's her head drop as she sways her head side to side telling him no.

Bobby gets up from his chair ready to head up to bed.

"well I think we're done here, you can sleep in the couch tonight but tomorrow I want you gone." He said walking up his stairs.

He didn't know how he was going to tell you that Amelia was pregnant with Eddie's baby, He didn't want to hurt you more but he knew you needed to know.

Boddy cried himself to sleep that night as he crawled up into a ball wishing he would of just left Amelia that night at prom.

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After he gave Eddie the divorce papers that morning he called you to telling you to meet him at the same cafe place again.

He needed to talk to you and you knew by the tone of his voice it wasn't good news.

Sadly for him you didn't have good news eaither.

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Bobby didn't wait no time telling you what happened.

"I gave Amelia the divorce papers, but whag I'm about to tell you right now was a shock to me too and I don't want to hurt you but you need to know."

You gulp down your coffee not quite ready for what Bobby's about to tell you.

"Amelia's pregnant and I know it's not mine because we haven't done anything in months." Bobby says running his hands threw his Beard.

"bobby." You say as your eyes start to swell up.

He grabs your hand for confort waiting for you to continue.

"I'm pregnant. I found out a couple of days ago I thought it was just me getting sick because I've been crying alot but I took a pregnancy test , well 2 of them and they both came out postive." Bobby squeezes your hand as he gets up to give you a hug . He didn't care if people were looking at him all he wanted to do right now was to hold you.

"I don't know what to do, this is my first time being a mom and at that a single mom." You cry into his chest as he rubs your head smoothing your hair down from your face.

He whispers into your ear .

"Hey you got this I know you do, and you don't have to be alone you have me" you giggle at his kind gesture whipping your tears away.

"No pretty girl should be crying over a man , especially Eddie. I will do everything in my will and to keep you safe okay. I'm sorry Amelia dragged you into this and split y'all up and I'm sorry Eddie was such a dickhead to fall for it .You don't deserve that baby , no one does."

"Not even you bobby,she ruin everything a woman would of wanted."

You kind words melted his heart as he bits down on his lip not wanting to cry in front of you.

" It's alright shit happened but we learn from it and move on."

"yeah I mean karma is bitch." You smirked at bobby

"she definitely is." Bobby said getting up from the table.

"They will definitely get what's coming to them."

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9 months later

Life was much better for you and Bobby now, but for Eddie and Amelia, well, let's just say they got what they deserve .

You see, Bobby was a very well-respected businessman and mechanic who owned serval garages in Hawkins and surrounding towns, meaning Eddie was blacklisted. No garage was willing to hire him. He couldn't even get a loan to open his own shop. The only job Eddie could get was at the plant with Wayne, and that was cause he was now the hiring supervisor. He was back to living in the trailer with Wayne now too, sleeping on the old fold up bed Wayne sleep on in Eddie younger years.

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Bobby got everything, too, including full custody of the kids. The kids love you as well, evening going as far as calling you mom in front of Amelia, referring to her by name whenever they saw her.

Amelia was your standard stay a home wife. Never working a day in her life once she met Bobby. Amelia had everything people wished for, a rich husband, a beautiful house, and even two beautiful children. She was spoiled and never heard the word no, until she begged Bobby to forgive her and take her back even after he said no multiple times.

She works as the lunch lady at Hawkins High - the only place that would hire her, her reputation as homewrecker following her everywhere now.

Eddie wouldn't take her either, breaking things off the night you found out. Feeling sick with himself every time he saw or heard her voice and name.

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You pretend Eddie never existed moving on with your knew life with you new fiance and your first kid to be brought into this world. You gave your little girl Bobby's last name , you didn't want a low life cheaters last name to carry on with your daughter. You and Bobby welcomed home a new addition to your little family.

Barbra Benson.

You can say karma was on your side.

I hoped y'all liked the ending and another thank you to @ejlpov for you amazing ideas for the ending 💕

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#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #tw: cheating #tw: fighting #tw: violence

[urtheoneiwant]

Buckle Bunny of Sorts │ Rhett Abbott

Genre: SMUT with some fluff

Summary: From the insistence of a friend, you spend a night out on the town. But you run into your long time crush, Rhett Abbott, and he has something to tell you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! P in v, oral sex (female receiving), small spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, kinda dom!Rhett and sub!reader, use of term 'buckle bunny', pining, revealing feelings, unprotected sex, pull-out method (be smart! don't use pull-out method as a form of birth control irl), messy sex, pet names (bunny, baby), a smidge of sexism from the towns people? Written as a fem!reader. Just nasty, nasty filth.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: My first smut! Please be kind, I'm still very new to writing and especially smut. But I loved Outer Range and I saw someone post about wanting to be Rhett's buckle bunny and couldn't get this out of my head. I didn't want country girl (as I call her) to be an actually buckle bunny since they are sort of frowned upon (but I say you do you). So this is the idea I came up with instead. It took me forever to write this, but I'm pretty proud of it. In conclusion, I love Lewis Pullman and the characters he plays. Go watch Outer Range if you like Lewis, he's amazing in it and it is such a great show! Now I have to go bathe in holy water :) Oh and feel free to send in any request or thoughts you have about Top Gun or other characters. There is a list on my page of the main fandoms I'm into, but you can send whatever you want it and I've might have seen/read it. And you can always reach out to me for whatever (rants, ideas, links to articles about be we're obsessed with) Thanks for the support!

SMUT BELOW CUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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Admittedly, you felt a bit stupid. In your head, this seemed like a good idea, but as the idea becomes a reality you mentally kick yourself for it. 

You’ve grown up in Amelia county your entire life. And in a place like this, people tend to stick to their roots, inner circle, and cliques. That being said, you knew just about everyone in your town, and definitely knew every boy your age. The problem was that they knew you too. Growing up you were definitely an outcast. Spending all your free time working to help pay the bills didn’t give you many chances to make friends. You were boring, safe. You knew it. You weren’t anything to write home about. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

Last week you sat with the one friend you managed to make throughout your time in school, Sadie, and spilled these thoughts to her.

“That’s bullshit honey, and you know it.” Leave it to Sadie to soften the blow. “I’m sorry, but you are beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you. But you spend all your time holed up at work or with me. These guys haven’t got a proper look at you since you hit puberty, no wonder they don’t seem interested.” She lectured.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about that? Get all dolled up for a night on the town? Look around, it’d be ridiculous” You replied.

“Come on, let me take you out. Just throw on some daisy dukes, a risky top, and some nice boots. It’ll be fun. And I’ll personally beat the shit out of anyone who has anything bad to say. Please, please, please…” And you knew that when Sadie was like this, you had no choice but to give in. So you agreed, one night out. 

And that’s how you found yourself in your apartment letting Sadie pick out your outfit. She refused to tell you where you both were going, claiming that she didn’t want you to “get scared off.” And after opening the door wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and mud-covered boots, Sadie pushed her way inside to make you change.

She rifled through your dresser before holding up the tiniest pair of shorts you own. “No way, those are from high school. I don't even think they’ll fit. Plus it’s late out, why would I want to wear shorts?” You tried to reason with her, you really did. 

“They may not fit you like they did in high school, but that’s the point, honey. Just trust me this once. Everyone is going to be all over you.” She replied, and handed you the shorts. As you began to wiggle them up she quietly added “Oh, and Rhett’s going to be there.”

You froze in place, glaring at your friend. “WHAT? Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe you.” Rhett fucking Abbott. The cowboy that you had been crushing on since middle school. Ever since the day he saw you walking home late after babysitting for a little cash and offered, no insisted, on walking you home. He was a few years ahead of you and happened to be friends with your older brother. Anytime he would come round your house to see your brother you would find yourself with your ear pressed to your door, trying to catch any of the words he was saying. Your eyes always seemed to wander outside your window to see if he was out back throwing a ball around with your brother. Once you even caught a glimpse of him shirtless after coming over to help your mom with some yard work.

Needless to say, your crush on Rhett didn’t get any better. In high school, you went out of your way to see him in the halls, or to accidentally run into him on your way home from work. You even went as far as to offer to tutor him in algebra, a class you yourself were failing. He wasn’t too keen on getting your help once your brother told him about that. 

Now, Rhett had grown up and you had too. You would see him from time to time at the bar you worked at, always polite and asking about your family. And even now, you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted whenever he was around. Some crushes just don’t go away. 

“You’ve been into him since 8th grade! I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet. It’s time to put your big girl panties on and do something. Hell, screw someone else for all I care. All I know is that if I have to watch you make puppy dog eyes at Rhett from across a room one more time, I’m going to lose my mind.” Sadie said. But that was the problem. No matter how many guys you went out with, or screwed, you always came back to Rhett. Honestly, you could see why it was so exhausting for your friend to watch all the time, it was a bit pathetic being a grown woman with a crush from middle school. 

Deciding to listen to your friend and do something about your pining over him, you buttoned up your shorts and turned to look in the mirror. Sadie was right, they don’t fit as they did in high school. Where they used to be a bit loose on you, they now held on to every curve you had. Damn, when did you get an ass? Swallowing your nerves, you shoved your feet into your white boots that only appeared on special occasions. To top it off, you threw on an old flannel opting to tie it up and undo the top couple of buttons to let a bit of your cleavage spill out. 

“Now, that is hot. He’s going to be drooling over you, just wait” Sadie hyped you up. She reached up and messed your hair up just a bit, giving it a wind-swept look before ushering you out to her truck. 

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After driving for a half hour, Sadie pulled into a dirt parking lot. You saw lights flashing, and heard cheering coming from the stadium seats. She took you to a fucking rodeo. Dressed in booty shorts. 

“This is a joke. I look like a goddamn buckle bunny for christ's sake.” You curse out to her. She has the audacity to simply smirk back and says,

“Bout time you start acting like one.” And with that, she was out of the car and walking towards the show. With no other option but to sit and stew in the truck all night, you reluctantly hop out too. You curse under your breath and begin to tell Sadie that this is the last time you go anywhere with her without knowing before what she had planned. 

Walking into the crowd, you felt your throat dry. You could feel people staring and you swore you heard a whisper that said “Is that Bruce’s daughter, Y/N?”. Suddenly, you became very interested in kicking the gravel under your boots. 

Sadie did her best to reassure you, grabbing your hand and weaving you to a back lot. The crowd was sparse back here, and it looked like most of the guys hanging around were bull riders getting ready. “I don’t think we should be back here,” you said into Sadie’s ear and moved to pull your hand out of her grasp. But before you could she whipped you back around.

“This is it Y/N. Scout out which one of these boys you’re going to be riding tonight” She said with a wink. You let your eyes briefly scan the group. None of them noticed you two seeing as you were tucked a ways away. You made out a few familiar faces but you had no desire to talk to, let alone seduce, any of these guys. As you opened your mouth to inform your friend of this, your eyes caught something. Not something, but someone.

Standing slightly turned away from you and chatting with some other rider, you saw Rhett. Maybe it was because you only got to see him in dim-lit bars nowadays, but you swore he somehow was more attractive than you remembered. 

He wore a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up, allowing you to see the veins run down his arms. You got a flash of the tattoo on his forearm, the one you imagined so often at night when thinking of him. He had his chaps on, the fringe down the sides fluttering ever so slightly in the wind. His signature black hat was perched on his head. At that moment, you swear you could’ve died. 

You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until Sadie gave you a nudge. “Close your mouth or you’ll attract flies,” she said. It was then you noticed that you in fact had been standing there with your jaw on the floor admiring this man. Your eyes stayed locked on his figure as you gave him a once-over. God, he was gorgeous. Even with the layers of clothes he had on you could tell how lean and strong he was.

As your gaze made your way back up to his face, you were now looking right into his bright blue eyes. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He caught you. He fully caught you drooling over him. And just when it couldn’t get any worse, the fucker had a smirk plastered on his face and sent a wink your way. You averted your eyes and pretended you weren’t there, feeling a hot blush creep up your neck. But just when things couldn’t get any worse, you heard Sadie yell out, “Hey there Rhett”.

You silently prayed to the gods above that he wouldn’t walk over to you two, but it fell on deaf ears as you heard the crunch of gravel grow louder. Next thing you know he’s standing right smack in front of you. “Hi there Sadie, how’s your ma?” he asked, his southern drawl heavy.

“She’s well, thanks for asking. You know Y/N right? You were friends with her brother growing up” Sadie tried to segue. You forced yourself to bring your eyes up to meet his. 

“Well of course I do, how could I forget a face as pretty as that?” Your eyes snapped to meet his. No way, there was no way Rhett Abbott was flirting with you. He was just being nice, that’s all.

“Oh um, hi. Good to see you.” You muttered out, full of nerves. Sadie cleared her throat and you thought back to her earlier lecture. Maybe it was finally time for you to get out there. Stop playing it so safe all the time. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. So with some more confidence mustered you blurted out “I hope you do good tonight. I’m sure you will.”

Without missing a beat he responded, “Oh now that I know you’re here I definitely will. Always ride better when I know a gorgeous girl like you is watching.” His words sent heat blooming between your thighs. Fully committing to the act you took a step toward him and leaned up onto your toes to whisper in his ear.

“Well if you win, we’ll have to celebrate. Why don’t you come to find me after you finish up? Let me give you a victory prize.” You did your best to put on the most sultry voice you had. And despite the confidence you were exuding, you were scared shitless deep down. As soon as the words left your mouth, you were off. You swayed your hips a bit as you went to find a seat, knowing that he would be looking.

You didn’t dare look back until you reached the arena seats. Sadie guided you to sit down amongst the crowd, all waiting for the show to begin. And just as she opened her mouth to ask you what happened you whisper out “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad at all.” She whispered trying to not draw any attention.

“Oh no. It was bad. Very very very bad. Can’t show my face around here again bad. Have to leave the country bad.” You felt bile rise up in your throat. You turn to your friend and recount to her what you had just told the man of your dreams. It was like word vomit, you couldn’t stop freaking out and rambling. 

“Y/N. STOP. Take a breath. The worst case he says no, he leaves once he’s done tonight. At least you know you tried. But you’re forgetting that he could be just as into you. And from the way he was talking it sounds like he is. So it’s going to be fine. He’s fine, you’re fine. All we can do is sit and try to enjoy the show.” Sadie reasoned with you. And you knew she was right. So you sat there, ass freezing from the cool metal bleachers. The more you thought about her words, the more you were able to calm yourself down. What’s done is done, and you rather be rejected than never know. 

The soothing mindset you were in came crashing down the second Rhett’s name rang out. He was heading out for his final ride of the night. You felt your mind go blank and body numb as you focused on the arena in front of you. Honestly, you knew very little about bull riding but the way his muscles strained and body twisted was enough to keep you interested. Timed seemed to slow as you stared at him squeezing his hips to stay on the bucking bull.  

After what felt like minutes of him being tossed around, you gasped as he was uprooted from his saddle. You knew that was bound to happen with any bull riding venture, but it still startled you to see him thrown about like that. He was yanked up and led out of the arena until the bull was wrangled. When he walked back out, your tension eased seeing he was unharmed. 

You locked eyes on the scoreboard and nearly fell out of your chair when you saw his score. He won, holy shit he won. You were on your feet in an instant, screaming your head off. You felt a rush of pride for him, knowing how much his bull riding meant to him. Sadie jumped with you, and you were sure you were the loudest there. 

After yelling for much too long to be appropriate, Sadie gave your arm a tug. “Come on” and you, still being in a blissed-out state, let her take you back to where you first ran into Rhett that night. You looked around in the dark, eyes wide anticipating what would happen next.  A chill ran up your spine as you thought about your earlier promise to Rhett if he won. Startled out of your thoughts, you heard the sound of whooping and cheers from some men around you. Cranking your neck around you spotted him.

He was caked in dirt and his sleeves were hastily pushed up, hat askew on his head that was tilted back with a wide grin. Your mouth ran dry as butterflies erupted inside you. His eyes began to scan the small crowd of people before landing on you. Burning with embarrassment and admittedly desire, you shifted your eyes elsewhere. But soon enough, you heard that all too familiar voice. “Hey there ladies.” 

“Hey Rhett, congrats on the big win. Y/N and I were cheering you on” Sadie said. 

“Oh, I bet y’all were. Hey Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Rhett turned and asked you.

With a nod of your head, he gently took your hand and pulled you under a nearby tree. Still too shy to make eye contact, he brushed his hand under your jaw and turned you to look into his blue eyes. “You know I don’t expect anything. If you want to act like nothing happened earl-”

“No” you rush out. “No, I mean I want to. If you do.” Talking to just him and him alone felt so much easier. You felt your confidence grow back and expectantly looked at him.

“Well darlin’ I would want nothing more. You want to go back to your place for a bit?” He questioned, still being gentle with you as to give you an out if you changed your mind.

“Yes please,” you murmur. You felt as though you were floating when he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and led you back over to Sadie. 

“Hey Sadie, you alright if I take Y/N home? Just figure it would be nice for us to catch up.” 

“Oh, sure! By all means, go ‘catch up’” Sadie had the cockiest smirk plastered on her face, and while you wanted to be mad at her for it you also know she was the whole reason you were going home with Rhett Abbott tonight.

Walking out to the parking lot, Rhett keeps his arm firmly around your midsection till you arrive at his truck. He opens the passenger door for you before walking around and getting in himself. The roar of the engine coming to life jolts you forward a bit, remembering that you were in fact about to go home and get railed by the hottest cowboy you’ve ever seen. 

“What are you thinking about Bunny?” Rhett can tell you were getting lost in thought.

“What did you call me?” Surprised by the nickname and the way it made you clench your thighs even tighter. 

“Bunny. You look like a buckle bunny in that getup. But it’s cute, I like it on you.” He answered honestly. On any other occasion, you would’ve been pissed that someone thought of you as a buckle bunny. You grew up on a ranch in rural Wyoming, you were the farthest thing from a buckle bunny possible. But the way Rhett talked about you made you melt. 

“Oh yeah. Blame Sadie. Wanted me to get myself out there more I guess.” You replied chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, it was definitely nice to see you outside of the bar you work at. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for the longest time but I felt weird bothering you at work.” You whipped your head around at the confession.

Staring at his side profile as he continued to drive, “That’s nice of you to say, but it’s okay you don’t have to lie.” You didn’t believe it. That a man like Rhett would be interested in talking to someone like you. 

“I’m not lying. I’ve always kinda liked you. But I guess I just never acted on them. And I know we’re on our way to your place so I can rail the shit outta ya, but I’m not just interested in sex from you. Let me take you out one night? It took me long enough to make a move on you, don’t make me wait any longer.” He said with the utmost sincerity. You were stunned. Shocked. All this time you two idiots both liked each other, and it was a rodeo and a plotting friend to finally make you realize it. 

“I would like that. A lot.” You smile up at him as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex. 

Cutting off the engine, Rhett runs around to open your car door. Always a gentleman. You laced your fingers with his as you tug him upstairs to your place. You feel him placing teasing kisses on your neck and jaw when he can reach you. You giggle, moving even faster to get up the 3 flights of stairs. 

When you reach the door of your apartment, you fumble around looking for your keys in your purse. When you manage to grab them, you pull them out with shaking hands cursing as they fall to the ground. Before you could bend down to retrieve them, Rhett already has them scooped up. He chuckles softly before resting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing your arm soothingly. 

“You don’t need to be nervous Bunny. But I want to ask you again, are you okay with this?” He asks kindly, eyes soft and hands warm.

“More than okay.” And you pull him down by his shirt to crash your lips onto his. It was messy and desperate. Teeth clashed and tongues battled for dominance. You slid your hands up Rhett’s neck and into the curls at the back of his head tugging softly. His one arm wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You recognize the faint jingle of keys through your fuzzy headspace and realize he was unlocking your front door with his tongue down your throat. 

The door soon swung open and Rhett began to push your intertwined bodies inside. Stumbling in, you hear a door slam behind you before he has you pushed against a wall. His leg came in between yours, knee and thigh pressing up into your core. You let out a whine into the kiss, the feeling of him making you even wetter. In fact, you were sure you were absolutely drenched. 

Seemingly reading your mind, Rhett broke the kiss to ask, “How wet are you Bunny? How wet does the idea of my cock have you? Bet you were sitting in those stands all night just soaking wet.” You merely moan in response, your brain not working fast enough to form actual words. Rhett brings his lips to your neck biting and sucking hickies into your smooth skin. You run your hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. Too impatient to unbutton his top, he leans back and pulls it over his head. 

You knew Rhett was strong. After years of working at the ranch and bull riding, you expected him to be pretty muscular. But the actual sight of his abs, sharp and all edges, makes your mouth water. You tentatively place a hand on his toned chest. God, it looked like his body was made of chiseled marble. Under your hand, you feel his warmth radiating and the steady beat of his heart. When you force yourself to pull your eyes up to his, he says “Your turn.”

He places his hands on the bottom of your shirt, eyes silently asking if he could take it off. Your hands reach down and cover his, urging him to swiftly remove your top. His eyes immediately move to your breast, covered in the white lace of your bra (if you could even call the small scrap of fabric that). You hear a faint groan come from him before he ducks his head down. Placing open mouth kisses along the top of your tits, he brings his right hand up to palm your breast and roll your nipple. His mouth goes lower and latches onto the other nipple through the lace of your bra. 

Your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. It’s not enough. You’ll never have enough of him. Soft moans tumble past your lips and Rhett takes this a cue to keep going. Eventually he pulls off and uses a hand to unclasp your bra as it falls to the ground. Getting a full view of your tits, Rhett brings both his hands to them and gives them one last squeeze before kissing your lips once again. Getting frustrated and wanting, no needing, more you drag your hand to his ripped figure. Your fingers trailed down the wide expanse of his chest and trace down his happy trail until you reach the waistband of his jeans. Popping the button and pulling down the zipper, Rhett helps you by tugging his jeans down as fast as he can. He kicks them off, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs. A tent is growing in them and you let out a gulp at the size of him. 

“Don't be scared honey, I’ll stretch you real good before I fill you up” his voice fills the air. Excited at the idea, you grab his arm and drag him farther into your apartment and to your bedroom. You pull him in front of you and push him down on the bed causing him to look up at you. Reaching to your shorts, you nearly rip down your legs ready for him to touch you. Before you can pull your panties down, Rhett reaches out to them. He rubs his calloused hands over your hips and yanks you so you have no option but to straddle his figure. “Bunny, with panties like that I don’t think I could stand you not wearing them as I fuck you.”

You whimper at his words alone and he lets out a chuckle. He runs hands up your back and suddenly you are flipped over onto your back, Rhett now looming over you. Scooting down the bed, Rhett's face lands between your legs throwing them over his shoulders. He moans when he sees the wet spot that seems to be growing on your panties, landing wet kisses on your inner thighs. You think how could someone make a sound so beautiful. But you are quickly pulled from this as he tugs your pink panties to the side and takes in the full view of you. His eyes darken and he rasps out “Holy shit baby, you are so goddamn hot. I might come in my fucking boxers,” and he subtly grinds his hips into the mattress in attempt to get some much needed friction. Opening your mouth to make some teasing comment, you instead let out a cry as Rhett licks a bold stripe up your pussy. He lands on your clit, tongue moving in figure eights over top. For the second time that night, you find yourself pulling Rhett by his hair closer to you. He then alternates between lightly fucking his tongue into your dripping hole and brutally attacking your clit. The duality of pleasure causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Rhett places the tip of his finger at your entrance, sliding it up and down through your folds first to get it slicked up. He breaches your entrance and your toes curl as he slides knuckle deep. “Fuck, oh my god Rhett please please, keep going,” pathetic pleas fall from you. You feel him adjust his thick digit in you until he finds that spongy spot that has your back arching. “Right there- right fucking there.” Any other night you would be embarrassed that someone has you so close to coming with one finger, but right now you could care less, only able to focus on the increasing burn in your stomach. 

You can practically feel Rhett smirk against you as he eases a second finger into you, again going directly to that sweet spot inside you. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, still using his mouth to suckle your clit. You are screaming in pleasure, babbles of “please” and “don’t stop” leaving your mouth. The coil inside of you is close to snapping. You are so close, so unbelievably blissed out. “I’m gonna cum Rhett. I’m so close” you speak out in warning. 

But just as close to the edge as you were, all the pleasure you felt was quickly ripped from you as Rhett removed himself from you. You glare down, sweat dripping down your forehead. “What? Why did you stop?” you croak out, voice already strained from your screaming. 

“Oh Bunny. I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.” Rhett responds and leans up to place a hot kiss on your mouth. You deepen the kiss, wanting more of him. You can taste yourself on his mouth and soon he pulls back to say “You like that dirty girl? Like the taste of your sweet pussy? You should, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever got my mouth on.” You feel yourself clench at his dirty talk, managing to turn you on even more. You whimper and try to buck your hips up to encourage him to do something, do anything. Instead he just laughs, “Oh you are so desperate Bunny. Need me to fuck your tight pussy, make you cum so hard you can only yell out my name. Don’t worry Bunny, I’ve got you.” As he speaks he wiggles himself out of his boxers, hard cock slapping his tanned abs. 

He props himself onto his forearms and brings a hand to his mouth. Your eyes widen as he spits into his hand and reaches down to pump himself a few times. Noticing your reaction he looks at you. “Open your mouth” and you obey, sticking your tongue out for good measure. You feel something wet hit your mouth before you process that he just spit into it. Rhett Abbott just spit in your mouth. And you swallowed, savoring the taste of him. “Good Bunny” he says into your ear. 

“Rhett. Fuck me.” You whine out. Now it’s his turn to moan, finally sheathing his cock into your cunt. You gasp at the stretch and he waits a few moments for you to adjust. After a second you whimper out “Move please.” And Rhett doesn’t need to be asked twice, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back inside you. The force of his thrusts push you up the bed despite Rhett’s bruising grip on your hips. 

“You feel so good baby. Squeezing me so tight. Best fucking pussy.” he praises and you clench around him. “Oh baby, you love when I talk dirty. When I tell you how amazing this cunt is. Going to make it mine, never letting anyone else near my pussy again.” You are pathetically whining and thrashing. Your nails are raking down his back, surely leaving welts in their wake. He clashes his lips onto yours and picks up his pace. The brutal fucking makes you feel like you’re floating. He licks into your mouth as you let out a steady set of moans and cries. 

Just when you think things can’t get any better, Rhett snakes his hand down to rub tight circles into your clit. Paired with his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside you, you know the knot in your tummy is starting to unravel. 

“Rhett” you whine, “Rhett, I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, make a mess on my dick. Wanna feel you cum” He responds. 

Clamping down on him, you are brought even closer to the edge. Eyes tightly shut, you turn your head to the side and let out a moan louder than you thought was possible. No one had ever made you feel this good before. You couldn’t even believe that it was the man you had been crushing on for years that was in your bed, in your pussy. And with that reminder of who it was that was fucking you better than you’ve been fucked before, you saw white behind your eyelids. As you reached your peak, heat spreading all the way through you, you couldn’t help but yell out, “Cum Rhett, let me make you feel good. Wanna be good for you, only for you.” 

Unable to resist your fucked out babbles, Rhett ruts into you. Once he knows you’ve finished riding out your orgasm he pulls out from you. Furiously fisitng his cock, he groans out reaching his own release. White ropes of his seed spurt out and land across your tits and you mewl out at the warm, sticky substance coating you. Teasingly, to bring two fingers down to swipe through his release and bring them up to your mouth. You suck on the cum from your fingers, loudly moaning at the salty taste. Both panting hard, Rhett adjusts your panties back, flops over and lays next to you. “Shit y/n. That was amazing. Was it good for you?” And you blink hard through your fuzzy mind searching for a response.

“So good. The best, I think you succeed. Definitely ruined anyone else for me.” Rhett laughs at that. Abruptly, you are filled with a new feeling. It’s warm, cozy. You blush and you realize just how much you have fallen for this cowboy next to you. 

You get lost in the idea that this is the start of something real between you two. No longer will you have to pine for him from afar. He likes you, he wants to be with you. You are consumed by him, forever connected you think. No matter what, he’ll always be there. He’s not leaving. And it’s that thought that brings you so much happiness and lets your body relax completely. 

A wet towel between the valley of your breasts pulls you from the daydream. Rhett has at some point gotten up and found something to clean you two with. You melt, heart softening at how kind and caring he was being. God, you were so lucky. 

The two of you cuddle up and spend the next hour talking about random things. Your favorite movies, what your go to karaoke song is, what you plan to do in the future. And it is easy, it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done. And when your eyelids become heavy, you find yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep listening to the beat of Rhett’s heart. 

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[upsidedowngrass]

(The “post charlotte now” anon) THANK YOU that is exactly how I interpreted her character! I’m so happy someone else sees her in the same light as me, it’s kinda tiring seeing the negativity towards her (understandable tbh since she barely ever showed a positive attitude and only towards the end) since what she struggles with is an actual real life issue that usually is a result of trauma, it’s the worst mindset to ever be in and it leaves you and everyone who cares about you hurt, if not leaves you completely alone because you keep pushing everyone away thinking nobody’s ever genuine with you and there’s some nasty ulterior motives for their “kind” actions, it sucks and in a way i’m glad she somewhat snapped out of it after dying and being in the waiting room, obviously that world view wouldn’t disappear into thin air but i feel like she’s gonna be a bit more mindful now,i noticed her being a bit less hostile too and i was wondering how people didn’t notice that or at least don’t care to talk about it?, also you’re so right about charlotte being included with Amelia and bryce if they ever moved in together i feel like she’d at least stay in touch w them, arguably to me charlotte is one of the best written one characters if you really look into her

I also remembered people saying she’s an awful person because she’s painting her friends as these bad people like guys….she genuinely thinks they pity her and only care about their own image obviously she’s gonna tell other people the same thing, and her lying about not knowing there was fungus in the caves honestly also seemed like her not wanting to admit she’s wrong to not worsen her already very fragile self image, i feel like she doesn’t like being confronted about her mistakes because it just sucks being confronted about something you struggle to overcome (recklessness, awful spending habits, distrust of others that comes off as “having an ego”, etc) it even might come off as preachy, so overall i love charlotte’s character and how complex she is, i hope more people see your post i’m tired of her being painted as a manipulative asshole she just seems like she’s gone through some stuff that made her that way like no way you distrust everyone for no serious reason

YAA charlotte is like... a loooottt of how she acts really feels like its deeply rooted in Smth, and while its never specified what it is (or if there IS smth its based in, but it really does read like it is) and ultimately, the specific WHAT isnt really relevant, and it doesnt excuse her actions!! but shes def not like. evil or anything? people arent as patient w her character as they are for others who do similarly shitty things in the series and its genuinely a little like. shes not Bad Forever And Always. shes improving by the end of the series, at least somewhat, and shes not gonna be PERFECT right off the bat, and issues w trust arent easy to get rid of, if you can be rid of them entirely, but i think having the actions of her friends be recontextualized as not malicious like. genuinely has helped w her character growth, and she CAN improve and IS improving

also?? the thing abt her lying . sooooo tru. i think that her lying abt not knowing abt the fungus can really easily be read as her Deliberately trying to manipulate ppl abt her experiences, and while i DO think she does explain things in ways that make her look better (like u said, very likely to save image . bc she ALREADY has expressed that she doesnt like being belittled) its not malicious. that doesnt make it GOOD, but ppl painting all of her actions as Bad and Evil isnt doing her character any justice. shes a SUPER complex character, and i think she unfortunately gets overlooked bc she isnt Obviously part of liam amelia and bryces 'group.' she IMMEDIATELY was ok with the competition and so she doesnt get as involved in the main plot of trying to leave the plane. but i think shes a bit like julien in that, she doesnt ACTIVELY alter the plot in any super significant way, but she IS important narratively, i think. she shows someone similar to taylor, who WANTED to participate, but also someone who DOES ignore the worst parts of whats going on. shes a LOT like airy, easily adaptable, prone to isolation, and not always good at reading the wants or needs of others. but charlotte (and ive seen this mentioned before somewhere?) shows, at the end of the series, the Best case scenario for airy (were he not stuck in his world)

ANWYAY this is a lot but like. man charlotte is SUCH an amazing character. charlotte i am SO sorry everyone overlooks your awesome writing

#ask #SORRY for how long this response took!!!! #but its like... ive mentioned it before and i think partially discussed it in my answer to ur other ask #but one is a series that VERY much serves to dissect the diff ways ppl respond to horrible things #and thats what charlotte and bryce share in. theyre both characters that display what happens w poor experiences and poor coping #BEFORE another horrible situation #they display the ways ppl whove already experienced shitty things respond to NEW problems #(in contrast w liam and amelia who may have had problems before one. we dont get told this #but ultimately they either were doing pretty ok before or HAD worked on healing already #its deliberately vague bc. like i said w charlotte. the 'what' of why they act the way they do at the start #is ultimately irrelevant. one is abt the way ppl RESPOND) #which in turn kinda fulfills itself by implying smth has happened w charlotte before possibly? #though its still very much up to interpretation #but anway. yea.... SO sad she gets boiled down to being Manipulative And Mean. shes COMPLEX and its SUCH an oversimplification of her

[lagt-duck]

Anyway a friend gave me the Disney duck universe brainworm again

Today we focus on a pairing i never know I'd enjoy

Magica de spell x Gladstone Gander

Before you say anything

I see Gladstone as an asshole who deeply cares and Amelia as a secretly really nice person outside the whole "steal the dime for the magic" shtick

(we aren't using Dt 2017 for this because while i love the show i butchers some stuff and i ain't in the mood for talking about the scrooge clone thing)

(also i keep the fact that Donald can keep his rage in check like in the more serious comics, he has a temper but not for extremely minor stuff)

So as i was saying, i need to say these ideas started thanks to @modmad content my friend passed me

(go check out their comics they are amazing)

Okay so back on the idea

So for reason x Gladstone and Magica have to go on a long quest for x ingredients (maybe a curse set on the McDuck family that makes impossible for magica to get the dime)

Anyway, they spend so much time together they start feeling all those sappy things but Gladstone is a commitophobe of the worst kind and Magica isn't much better

A detail i wanna add is that since saying your tru name to a witch is something you should never do and Magica comes from a family of witches i'd say magica isn't her real name but the speudonim she uses for everyone and at this point it just became her name

But

During the trip She and Gladstone get in a desperate situation where she is convinced she is gonna die (maybe something like she got injured during a trial or something)

She is getting weaker And weaker and Gladstone luck isn't working rn why isn't it working

And as he tries to keep her alive long enough for help to come

She tells him her true name (I'm going with Amelia because that's how she is called in Italy and how she was called for the longest time to me) because she thinks that's the end for her

And Gladstone watches as her pulse slows down to the point he isn't sure he'll hear a new beat

And that's when his Luck magic is realeased in a giant beam following Gladstone desperation

Because yes Magica used him for his luck but she is clear in her intentions, something basically only Gladstone family ever did

(yes i like supportive Coot cousins!)

The beam restarts her heart long enough for someone to find them

And Magica awakens in a hospital with a very dirty and passed out Gladstone near her bed.

Omg i love this idea so much why i suck at writing fanfiction!!!???

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

bucky barnes x reader. masterlist.

part 1 — part 2 (soon)

a / n. this is a series of 15 mini-drabbles to celebrate the 500 followers' milestone, based on one word for each story. this first part contains 8, and the next one contains 7. it was supposed to be posted one story per day, but by that way, it'd take me to last an eternity to post other works / requests.

words. 1.533.

warning, tags. none, just a bunch of fluffy and cute situations with bucky.

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necklace;

It was the first time since you started to date that Bucky had to leave for a mission. Neither of the two of you knew when he'd be back, and that got you worried than ever. You were conscious of what he did for a living when you met him, but you couldn't help but feel scared. Next to the front door of your apartment, Bucky left his backpack on the floor, leaning to cup your cheeks on his palms and kiss your lips tortuously slow.

“I'll be okay, (Y/N)”. He murmured keeping his eyes closed.

“You better”.

Your hidden threat made him giggle. The soldier felt goosebumps bristling his skin as your fingertips toured his neck blindly, just to put in place the chain of his necklace. But soon, Bucky stopped your moves to take it off from him and place his dog tags on you.

“I'll come back for them”. He promised, fixing his pale blue orbs on yours, holding your hands to bring them to his lips and place fond kisses on every knuckle of both. “I love you, don' forget it, okay?”

“I won't... How could I, Buck?”

eclipsed;

Bucky was sweating, still not believing he was about to get married to the love of his life. He was on the altar, waiting for you and surrounded by all of your friends in common. Steve had had to help him with a panic attack he had suffered while dressing up, thinking that maybe you could change your opinion at the last moment. He couldn't blame you. But all those doubts vanished at the second you crossed the huge, heavy doors of the church. Your beauty eclipsed him, wearing a white lace wedding dress and seeming like you floated over the floor. Just like an angel.

His heart jumped. His oceanic eyes got covered in tears. A giggle escaped his lips, stretching a hand towards you, still praying it's not a dream. And you noticed the tension and the nervousness running his veins, leaning forward to kiss his cheek with all the love you felt for your future husband.

“Can't wait to say yes”. You whispered into his ear, causing Bucky to lace his arms around you and embrace you tight and tenderly. “I love you, James, from now and forever”.

sunset;

After his most recent nightmare and walking all grumpy from one side of another around your house, you decided to cheer him up only like you can do. With reluctance, you managed to get him out of your apartment and drag him to your car. Bucky was like a child, cross-armed, lips puckered and frowning annoyed. He tried to hide the fact that he had another nightmare to not worry you, but you weren't stupid.

Thinking that glimpsing the beach throughout the large front window would make him feel happier, your boyfriend just reclined himself on the seat, causing you to roll your eyes. That mood changed as soon as Bucky was sitting on the sand, between your legs, tho. His back was resting against your chest and his neck was wrapped by one of your arms, watching fascinated the sunset on the horizon. He wouldn't recognize it, but he felt much better hearing the waves crashing into the shore, while you stroked his scalp tenderly using the tip of your nails.

“You're welcome, grumpy mummy”.

clingy;

You didn't want to drink, but Sam and Sarah wanted to celebrate that the family business was picking up. On another occasion, you wouldn't mind, but Bucky was there. So, when everything started to spin around, you lead your clumsy steps to the edge of the harbor, having a sit there and let the soft breeze help you.

“Stop”. You heard from behind.

“Uh?”

“You're stealing my antisocial personality”. Bucky chuckled, taking a seat by your side. “What's up? Why are you here all alone?”

“Truth or lie?” You asked tilting your head towards him, raising both eyebrows.

“Truth”. He scoffed as if it wasn't obvious.

“I'm too clingy when I'm drunk”.

“Can't see the problem there”.

You chuckled, shaking your head inevitably, causing him to pucker his lips with a funny grimace.

“What?”

“Tru—”.

“Truth”.

“I've been all night wanting to rub your beard”.

Bucky exploded in loud laughter, not believing your words until you put your hands on his jawline. “God... It's so soft”.

His laughs increased, causing you to burn in shame. “No more drinks for you, ma'am...”

But the fact was that he turned to you, so it could be easy to caress his face.

safe;

Bucky was deadly tired on the sofa, warmly cuddled between your arms. A while ago, he stopped to pay attention to the movie, turning his back to the TV to hide his exhausted expression on your chest. You placed the cozy blanket over your bodies, making sure it covered both of you, being aware that tonight you'd sleep there. You felt sorry just at the thought of waking him up, seeing him peacefully breathing and his face more relaxed than the last few days.

Shutting off the TV and stretching an arm above your head, you turned off the small lamp on the auxiliary table close to the sofa, before getting comfier by Bucky's side. Your boyfriend purred delighted, still sleepy, as your fingers got tangled on his hair and started to scratch his scalp slowly, urging you somehow to place a leg over his waist, so he could settle between both a little more closely.

“Feel better?”

“I feel safe”. He replied in a low breath, to exhale the sweet scent concentrated on your neck.

“You're safe, James. You're at home”. Your calmed tone made him sigh, snuggling you strongly.

stay;

You snapped awake because of some knocks on the front door. Tossing the sheets to a side of the bed, you grabbed the gun under your pillow. It was stupidity. If somebody wanted to kill you, that would be the last thing they'd do: knock the door. You walked slowly, step by step, through the main hallway aiming to the door, more than ready to shoot your assailant.

“It's... Bucky”. You heard from the other side.

Sighing in relief and closing your eyes for a split second, you left the weapon on the dinner table in the living room. Not doubting on opening the door, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you noticed the reddened mark around his left eye and cheek.

“Can I, uh... stay tonight with you?” Bucky inquired, licking his upper lip ashamed, bowing his eyes down to his boots covered in dust.

“C'mon, Sergeant”. You invited him to walk in, using such a sweet tone, while holding his cold hand.

He looked like shit but felt much better when his arms got wrapped around your waist and middle-back, hiding his face into your neck. Kicking the door shut, you embraced him tighter to your body.

notebook;

You were lying on the opposite side to Bucky on the sofa, but keeping your legs tangled. It was a rainy evening with nothing to do and you decided to start to read the book you bought last week. Your boyfriend was silently doing something in a notebook. Maybe writing memories, maybe doodling, you didn't know. But the third time you caught him staring at you, you had to ask.

“What?”

“Uh... nothing”. He whispered focused on the paper in front of his eyes.

“Whaaat?” You kicked his right leg with your bare foot causing him to chuckle.

“Nothing!” Bucky replied using the same playfully tone of voice.

Putting the book on the coffee table, you sat up to lie on top of him, cuddling between his legs and resting your head on his chest. Glancing to the sketch of yourself he was drawing, you raised your heart-eyes to his. It was such a piece of art. The drawing and Bucky. Both.

“I learned in Romania. It kept me sane sometimes”. He confessed, leaning to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to remember you forever”.

marshmallow;

“Truth or dare?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, leaning on the table just like you did, challenging him. He was trying to read your mind to figure out which were your intentions.

“Dare”. He answered firmly.

“Put twenty marshmallows in your mouth”.

The soldier stared at you in silence, watching him lick his inner cheek and push it with the tip of his tongue. He nodded his head then, grabbing the plastic bag without losing eye contact, to start to place —one by one— the sweets into his mouth. In less than thirty seconds, he looked like a squirrel with his cheek swollen. Bucky squinted at you again, triumphant.

“Hold on, I need to capture this moment”. You laughed, catching your phone to take a picture.

When the flash went off, he spitted a marshmallow like a shotgun. And you couldn't help but laugh.

“C'mon, Bu—”.

You didn't finish the sentence, being hit by another marshmallow slightly wet because of his saliva. Your grimace turned into a funny disgust, grabbing it back to throw it to his face.

“You're like a five years old in a body fos— STOP!” You ended up giggling as he spitted you the third one.

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[thejollywriter]

Lena Talbot thought she had a good thing going for her, running with Rance Barrron’s gang. But after a stagecoach robbery goes wrong and end with violence and abandonment, she’s left to die in the high Rockies. Unexpectedly saved by a trapper, Eliza, she recovers and is faced with a choice. Accept a new life with Eliza. Or hunt the bastards who shot her in the back. 

It’s a good life in the Rockies. It’s hard, honest work. But Lena’s a hard-ass. And there’s inequity in her ledger. And she just can’t let it go. 

This is a historical Western written by ME, AMELIA FISHER, UPDATING ON WATTPAD!

https://www.wattpad.com/1114347969-gallows-and-gold-chapter-one-paying-work

So here’s the whole first chapter! 

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Chapter One: Paying Work

Rance had me keep a lookout on the top floor of the brothel because he figured I’d be the only one not distracted by the dames. Me, bein’ Lena Talbot, didn’t figure a woman could be distracted by another woman.

Hadn’t the heart to correct him. Not that I minded. Mary sat on the bed behind me, legs crossed primly. The piano player wailed on the ivory downstairs, the sound trickled up to me on the third floor. In the rooms around us, I heard giggling, laughing, fucking. The work of a brothel.

Footsteps up and down the hallway. Clients, the Madame keeping an eye on things, girls moving back and forth.

Mary sighed. “When you’d paid, I figured it’d be work related, but we might still have some fun.”

“Rance catches me slacking, he’ll have my ass,” I said. This was a corner room, windows faced the north and the east. Had a great view of the main street below. The others were elsewhere, in their positions.

My job was to set off a firecracker when the target appeared. The pop would draw eyes, and surprise would be ours.

And then, functionally, I was to get down. Because whatever eyes we drew would lead to gunfire, I should think.

No sign of them yet.

Mary stood up. She wore a black corset, her linen shirt was pulled down past her shoulders and her nipples were barely hidden by the light, airy fabric.

“I’m sad now,” she said, and traced her fingers along the back of my arm. I pushed my hat back. I was in a vest, black slacks, sturdy boots, and a red shirt. Sleeves were rolled up, though, and my gun belt was black leather, too.

“I’m workin’,” I said, but I didn’t say it mean. I was leaned up against the wall. Antsy, waiting.

“Yeah but you gotta ignore me, too?”

“As opposed to what?”

She stood close to me now. Locks of dark hair hung in front of her eyes, she brushed a strand aside, pouted at me. I reached out, cupped her cheek, brushed a thumb over her lips.

“I’m workin’, darling.”

She sighed, looked out the window, I laid my arm around her waist. She had a hand on my chest, traced a finger down my front, idly.

If I kept my eyes out the window, I could touch her. Hike up her skirts, slip my fingers between her soft thighs, and find her pleasure. It’d be easy.

Up the street, I saw the wagon turn into view. I stiffened. She noticed, glanced at me, then up the road.

“It’s time?”

“Go on,” I said. “Keep your head down.”

“Alright.” She kissed my cheek. “Good luck.”

I watched her go, the door clicked closed softly, and I tugged the bandana around my neck into place over my nose. Hair tied up, hidden under my hat, all that could be seen were my eyes. And that wasn’t real telling.

I opened the window, pushed the drapes to one side, and held the firecracker in my hand, picked up a candle from the dresser to the side. Waited.

Across the way, on the rooftop of the general store, I saw Buck with his long gun.

If we got the surprise, no call for shooting.

Time.

I held the candle to the fuse, it caught and started to spark, I lobbed it out the open window, it popped in the air, I blew out the candle, and ducked.

People yelped, some surprised, the horses below whinnied in protest, but I heard running feet, a rolling wagon, and yelling voices.

The coach drivers hollered, reined their horses in to stop them crashing into the wagon Jimmy and Andy rolled to block the coach.

I mantled through the window, snagged my long gun, and stood up at the railing, rifle pointed down.

“Gentleman!” Rance called out and stepped into view. “Good morning! Let’s keep those hands to heaven! We’ve no interest in bloodshed but by God’s fiery right hand, if your palms touch iron we will fill you full’a holes.” Rance stood on top of the untethered wagon.

I aimed at the driver. The fella riding shotgun had a double-barrel in his hands, but there were eight people in the street surrounding the wagon, and he wasn’t stupid.

Two of ours moved up to the wagon doors.

“Gentleman, what you’re carrying is no longer yours to keep. Your job was deliver it to Leadville, and while I’m sure y’all had a different destination in mind, consider this your stepping-off point.”

“That gold don’t belong to you.” The driver said.

“Don’t belong to you neither, fella,” Rance said. “And while I’m sure your employers would love you to die for their cargo, it’s a foolish thing to do.”

“We got a job needs be done.” The driver said. “Move the wagon, let us get to it.”

“A bold idea, an idea I have to reject.” Rance said. “Who y’all carrying? Many guards inside?”

Our men moved to the door, the driver stared me down, and I think he was wondering just how fast he could pull his pistol and get a shot off.

Except he had nowhere to go. And if he tried to ram his horses through the wagon, it was as likely to get them killed and tip the wagon as it was to lead to freedom.

“I see ideas growing in that head, mister,” Rance said. “Eyes front, if you don’t mind.”

The driver looked at him. “You’ve got no idea what’s coming if you take this gold.”

The curtains were down in the wagon, the closest to the door had a sawn-off in hand and was pointed at the windows. He reached for the handle.

“Oh sure I do,” Rance said. “We’re gonna spend it, keep it in Leadville, see to it as many bellies as possible are filled. Your job was to take it to men who’ll hoard it.”

“Last warning.” The driver said.

A shot rang out ahead of me, I saw the smoke from Buck’s gun, the fella at shotgun pitched forward–

Our man opened the door, pointed the gun inside, a second shot fired and a cloud of gunsmoke billowed out into the street, Denny caught it square in the chest and jaw and it threw him down, blood misted the air with the smoke.

The driver went for his pistol, looked up at me, I fired before he cleared leather, his hat flew off behind him, Rance fired into his chest, and Buck fired again.

I jumped over the railing, dropped to the street below while the others focused fire into the wagon itself. Splinters flew off, gunsmoke hung thick in the air, thick and choking, people screamed and sprinted away from the street.

“Eyes west!” Rance yelled. “Buck, what do you see?”

“Sheriff’s runnin’ this way!” Buck was still up on the second floor of the general store and had his rifle to his shoulder. He fired at the lawmen, far away. The shots went wide, but it slowed them down while they took cover, began to return fire.

They’d flank around the side streets, and run up at us.

“We gotta be gone,” I said. “They’re gonna circle around and pin us!”

“Get my goddamn gold!” Rance roared. “Clear that fucking coach!”

I whipped around, approached the coach. I couldn’t see much inside, the curtains were tattered now, the interior was dark, I saw a couple of slumped forms, but not much else besides. A heavy case on the floor with several bolted locks on the front, metal hinges on the wooden case.

Everyone inside was dead.

I slung my rifle across my back, grabbed for the case, but I couldn’t move it alone.

“Buck, keep ‘em pinned down, everybody else here!” Rance called out, Skinny Jimmy appeared on the other side, he jumped into the coach, grabbed the other side of the case, and heaved.

It broke loose, he shimmied over and I backed up, we staggered away from the coach.

Nearby, Jesse came around the corner with a one-horse cart. We got the crate into the cart–

“Skinny, go on with the box! You too,” Rance pointed at me, I jumped up on the buck board, took my Winchester in my hands.

Jesse whipped the horse, it dug in and pulled away fast. He steered us into an alley, got off the main street, cut through the narrow space between two buildings, emerged on the next street.

Jimmy sat in the back with his rifle, half-sprawled on the crate.

“That’s a damn good time,” Jesse said. “A damn good goddamn time.”

Jesse was older, had rough stubble on his chin constantly, fewer teeth than most, old eyes. But he was great with horses and he could always round up a cart or two when we needed one.

I looked around for someone who wanted to shoot back, but there was no one.

“Slow down,” I said, as Jesse took another corner. I tugged my bandana down, “Skinny, sit up.”

“We’re not clear yet though!”

“Look around, look at all the other traffic.”

There were carts all over. Folks pulling all kinds of loads up and down Leadville. “Who are we amongst all’a them?” I asked. “Cool off, keep your gun down. We ain’t runnin’, we’re just out for a ride, right?”

“Sure thing,” Jesse said. “Just goin’ on a nice morning spin.”

“Exactly.” I laid my rifle across my knees, lowered the hammer. “We’re fine.”

I kept my eyes up, however. Looked for someone ready to holler.

But there was nothing.

We got to the edge of town, where the houses were spaced further apart. The thick mud of more populous Leadville gave way to drier ground, and grass near the barn we pulled up to.

I jumped out, grabbed the barn door, opened up. Jesse got the cart and the horse inside, and I watched, waited for the others.

I didn’t see them behind me, immediately, so I closed up. “Skinny, you know where I post up in that shack up the road?”

“Sure, only got the one window.”

“Head on over there. Whistle if you see lawmen.”

“Got it.” He grabbed his rifle, headed up the road.

Jesse sat on the bench, and sighed. “How much you think we snagged?”

“Client said it weighed a hundred pounds,” I said. “If that’s true, I’m the goddamn mayor.”

“Oh you know those city folk,” he said. “Can’t reckon the real weight of nothin’.”

“Sure.”

“You want some coffee?”

“I’m good. Keep your eyes out, if you’re gonna whip something up though.”

“We’re not gonna get ambushed here.” He said. “Because that’d require someone knowing where we were.”

“We know,” I said. “And the client knows. And I got no idea who might’ve been told beyond that circle. Which is, in my estimation, entirely too many folks.”

“Relax, kid.” Jesse said. “Trust ain’t a bad idea. And this ain’t that kinda gang.”

“Is it not?”

He shrugged, but had no other answer.

I watched the road. And waited.

End of Chapter One

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[isitsapphic]

All of these shows/movies have sapphic characters in them

Attempting to provide the most comprehensive list of TV shows and movies with sapphic characters. TV shows are followed by a list of wlw characters. Some films have been cited with their original title as well as the English translation. Please message me or submit a post with any missing shows or films. 

A

-Aimee & Jaguar

-All About E

-All American (Coop, Patience)

-Almost Adults

-Ana Y Vitoria

-Anatomy of a Love Seen

-Antonia’s Line

-Annihilation

-Anyone But Me (unsure which characters)

-Atomic Blonde

-Atypical (Casey, Izzie)

-AWOL

B

-Battle of the Sexes

-La Belle Saison/ Summertime

-Below her Mouth

-Bessie

-Better Than Chocolate

-BFFs

-Birds of Prey

-The Bisexual (unsure which characters)

-Black Lightning (Anissa, Grace)

-Bloomington

-Blue Gate Crossing

-Blue is the Warmest Color

-The Bold Type (Kat, Adina)

-Booksmart

-Bound

-Broad City (Ilana)

-Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Rosa)

-Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Tara, Willow, Kennedy)

-Bumblefuck USA

-But i'm a Cheerleader

C

-Cable Girls (Carlotta)

-Carmilla (Carmilla, Laura)

-Carol

-Charmed reboot (Mel, Nico, Jada)

-Chasing Life (Brenna)

-Ci Qing/Spider Lilies

-Circumstance

-Cloudburst

-Concussion 

D

-The Danish Girl

-Daphne

-Dear White People (Kelsey, Brooke)

-D.E.B.S.

-Degrassi: Next Class (Rasha, Zoe)

-Desert Hearts

-Disobedience

-Dope

-Drifting Flowers

-Duck Butter

-The Duke of Burgundy

E

-Elena Undone

-Elisa and Marcela 

-Entre Nous/Between Us

-Everything Sucks (Kate, Emaline)

F

-Faking It (Amy)

-Farewell, My Queen

-The Favourite

-Fear of Water

-Feel Good (Mae, George)

-The Feels

-Les Filles Du Botaniste/ The Chinese Botanist’s Daughter

-Fire

-The Firefly

-First Girl I Loved

-The Fosters (Stef, Lena, Monty)

-Four-Faced Liar

-Foxfire

-Freeheld

-Fremde Haut/Unveiled

-Friends (Carol, Susan)

-Fucking Amal/Show Me Love

G

-Gentrified (Ana, Yessika)

-Gia

-The Girl King

-Girltrash: All Night Long

-Glee (Brittany, Santana, Dani)

-Glow (Yolanda, Arthie)

-Gentleman Jack (Anne, Ann)

-Gray Matters

-Grey’s Anatomy (Callie, Arizona, Carina, Penny, Amelia, Erica)

-Go Fish 

-Godless (Mary Agnes)

-Good Trouble (Alice)

-The Good Wife (Kalinda)

-Gotham (Barbara, Tabitha, Renee)

-Gypsy (Jean, Sidney)

H

-The Half of It

-The Handmaid’s Tale (Moira, Emily)

-The Handmaiden 

-Hart of Dixie (Crickett)

-The Haunting of Bly Manor (Jamie, Dani)

-The Haunting of Hill House (Theodora, Trish)

-Heart Beats Loud

-Heavenly Creatures

-High Art

-High Fidelity (Robyn)

-The Hours

-How to Get Away With Murder (Annalise, Eve)

-The Hunger 

I

-I Am Not Okay With This (Sydney)

-I Can’t Think Straight

-If These Walls Could Talk 2

-Imagine Me & You

-The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love

-The Intervention

-Intimates (Ji sor)

-Itty Bitty Titty Committee

-It’s In the Water 

J

-Jane the Virgin (Rose, Luisa, Petra, Jane Ramos)

-Jennifer’s Body

-Jenny’s Wedding

-Jessica Jones (Jeri)

-Joven y Alocada/Young and Wild

K

-Karmen Gei

-The Kids are Alright

-Killing Eve (Eve, Villanelle)

-The Killing of Sister George

-Kissing Jessica Stein

-Kyss Mig/ Kiss Me

L

-The L Word (basically all of them)

-Legends of Tomorrow (Sara, Ava)

-Lez Bomb

-Lianna

-Life Partners

-Light as a Feather (Alex)

-Lip Service (basically all of them)

-Liz in September

-Lost and Delirious

-Lost Girl (Lauren, Bo)

-Love My Life

-Lovesong

-Loving Anabelle

M

-Madam Secretary (Kat)

-Madchen in Uniform

-Madre Solo Hay Dos (Mariana, Ana)

-Margarita with a Straw

-Marvel’s Runaways (Karolina, Nico)

-Master of None (Denise)

-Mein Freund aus Faro/ My Friend from Faro

-A Mi Madre Le Gustan Las Mujeres/ My Mother Likes Women

-The Miseducation of Cameron Post

-Monster

-Mulholland Drive

-My Summer of Love

N

-Newness

-El Nino Pez/ The Fish Child

O

-One Day at a Time (Syd, Elena)

-Orange is the New Black (a lot of them)

-The Originals (Freya, Keelin)

-Orphan Black (Cosima, Delphine, Kenzie)

P

-Pariah

-A Perfect Ending

-The Perfection

-Person of Interest (Root, Shaw)

-Personal Best

-Pitch Perfect Trilogy

-The Politician (Skye)

-Portrait of a Lady on Fire

-Portrait of a Serial Monogamist 

-Pride

-Princess Cyd

-Pretty Little Liars (Emily, Maya, Paige, Alison)

-Professor Marston and the Wonder Women

-Puccini for Beginners

Q

-Queen Sugar (Nova)

-Queer as Folk (unsure which characters)

R

-Rafiki

-Reaching for the Moon

-Red Doors

-RENT

-Riverdale (Cheryl, Toni)

-Rookie Blue (Gail, Holly)

-Room in Rome

-Rosewood (Pippy, TMI)

-Rough Night

-The Runaways

-Russian Doll (Lizzy)

S

-Sancharram/ The Journey

-Santa Clarita Diet (Lisa, Anne)

-Saving Face 

-Saving Hope (Maggie, Sydney)

-The Secret Diaries of Ms Anne Lister

-A Secret Love

-Sense 8 (Amanita, Nomi)

-Set it Off

-Sex Education (unsure which characters)

-She’s Gotta Have It (Nola)

-Shrill (Fran)

-Signature Move

-The Sinner (Heather)

-Skins (Naomi, Emily)

-South of Nowhere (Ashley, Spencer)

-The Spy Who Dumped Me

-Stranger Inside

-Stranger Things (Robin)

-Stud Life

-The Summer of Sangalie

-Supergirl (Alex, Maggie, Kelly)

T

-Tales of the City (unsure which characters)

-Tangerine

-Thelma

-Trinkets (unsure which characters)

-Tru Love

-The Truth about Jane

U

-Unfreedom

V

-V for Vendetta

-Valencia

-Vida (unsure which characters)

-Viola di Mare/The Sea Purple

-Vita and Virginia

W

-The Walking Dead (Tara)

-Water Lillies

-The Watermelon Woman

-Wentworth (Bea, Allie, Frankie, Bridget)

-When Night is Falling

-With Every Heartbeat

-Workin’ Moms (Frankie, Giselle)

-The World to Come

-Wynona Earp (Waverly, Nicole, Shae)

X

Y

-Yes or No

-You and Me Forever

-You, Me, Her (Izzy, Emma)

-Younger (Maggie, Lauren)

Z

#

-The 100 (Clarke, Lexa, Niylah)

-911 (Hen, Karen, Eva)

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[jazy3]

Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 16X10

So, I watched the Grey’s Anatomy Station 19 Crossover Premiere over the weekend. I have to say overall I really liked it! The pacing of Station 19 was a bit slow for me but other than that it was great! The fast paced Grey’s Anatomy episodes are my favourite! So I really liked this one. My heart went out to Bailey in these episodes. All the Ben and Bailey moments and they’re excitement over the new baby made me cry. Poor Bailey. She loses her pregnancy, almost loses her husband, and then her residents’ lives are left hanging in the balance. In the aftermath of the crash, Helm needs surgery; Schmitt collapses; Simms needs major facial and neurosurgery, and Parker goes AWOL and needs treatment. 

I really like Meredith’s monologue in this episode. Being the best really is a catch 22. The amazing thing is no one else can do what you do. The terrible thing is no one else can do what you do. I loved the moment between Bailey and Schmitt in the supply closet. In other news, Jo totally stole that baby! Her drunken panicking about the cops is hilarious. But then we find out it’s only Meredith. Crisis averted! And she’s got wine! She came to drink with Alex because quote “Cristina sent an obnoxious Irishman as a gift” and he stole Alex’s old job. I love her. Never change Mer. Never change. 

I loved her line, “That’s what I said when I stole a baby,” about Zola and Link’s response, “Why are people stealing babies?” Mer gets it. Link is confused. To be honest Jo talking to the baby in a baby voice about how Meredith is a convicted felon is everything. Cut to the hospital where Amelia and Tom are bantering back and forth. I love their banter. Amelia is looking for Maggie because she just found out that Link might not be the father only to find out from Tom that Maggie quit. Yikes! 

And as usual DeLuca mouths off to his superiors and defies orders before being put promptly in his place. How is he still Chief Resident and why does he still work here? In real life that would get you fired real fast. Parker’s storyline this episode got me hard. I really like him and watching him repeat the same thing over and over again while he suffered from PTSD and head trauma was heartbreaking. I’m glad they got him the help he needed in the end. Bailey’s line, “Wouldn’t be the first time,” about her residents really got me. RIP George O’Malley. I still miss his character.

We all deserve a partner as amazing as Ben Warren. My god that man is supportive. His wife just suffered a miscarriage, he’s suffering the loss of a child, and he’s not okay, but he puts all that aside for Bailey’s sake because as he says to Webber, “Miranda comes first,” That’s true love right there. Side note: I like that Amelia and Teddy are becoming friends. I’m over this whole women on women hating each other over a man thing. That always pissed me about Addison and Meredith. Meredith never intentionally did anything to her and Addison was the one that cheated yet she treated Meredith like crap. 

Eventually Jo does in fact take the baby she stole to the hospital’s nursery and in walks not her husband, but Dr. Cormac Hayes! Cristina’s Yang’s present, the new Chief of Peds, and Meredith’s new love interest. Swoon! Oh course, Jo is a weird hot mess because she’s drunk haha. Watching Hayes check the baby out using technical terms while using a baby voice so as not to scare him warms my heart. I loved Jo’s line, “Oh you’re him!” when she figured out who Hayes was and then tried to hide it so as not to scare him off. I feel like that’s going to be an ongoing plot point and I’ll be interested to see how he finds out that and how he reacts to being brought to Grey Sloan on false pretenses and the fact that all of Meredith’s friends went along with it.

The scenes with Jo and Cormac in the nursery are very revealing. He’s comments imply that he might have worked for Cristina previously which is interesting and thickens the plot considerably. I really like Hayes as a character so far. He checks all the right boxes and in his interactions with Jo this week we got some more insight into his character. Hayes is shown to be competent at his job and as someone who is willing to roll with the punches. He feels compassionate towards others in difficult situations, which includes both scared birth mothers and safe haven volunteers, and doesn’t judge them or their choices. 

What Jo initially thinks is a bad idea turns out to be rather genius. Hayes advocates for the baby hatch/box/chute because it gives birth mothers who are scared and frighten a safe way to help the child they’ve given birth to have a better life and know that they will be taken care of. They help hospital staff help those babies the best way they can. Hayes recognizes that that’s what Jo is trying to do to for this particular baby and is sympathetic. Already that puts him leagues above most of the other men on Grey’s especially with Alex MIA. 

I’m also excited by the prospect of finally seeing Meredith date somehow her friends and family like and who has the potential to be a real partner to her and a real stepfather to her children. They’ve established that Cormac has teenage sons of his own which means there’s the potential there for their kids to interact and to see Meredith and Hayes re-build their lives together and merge their families. That’s way more interesting to me than the whole ‘love interest of the week’ thing they’ve been trotting out for the last little while.

It’s true that Hayes is obnoxious and arrogant at time, but the show has also established that he’s got the skills to match and can admit when he’s wrong. Before the break we saw how he was impressed by Meredith’s skills, but not intimidated or jealous of her and that is exactly what Meredith needs. Someone whose on her level and who gets it, but who understands that he can’t possibly compete with her because she’s just that good. 

I was really worried when Schmitt collapsed in the OR. I’m glad he made it. I loved Mer and Schmitt’s banter afterwards. She’s got all the jokes. I’m not an Owen fan and these days I’m not much of a Jackson fan, but his line to Owen was EPIC! “I figured ‘cause you have two kids together, you live together, you marry everyone, but I guess you have been busy haven’t you?” Jackson spilling the tea! 

In other news, I still hate DeLuca with the passion three thousand burning suns. He’s assigned to help Elliot, the patient whose heart hasn’t restarted whose wife just had a premature baby and he spends the whole time acting like all of it is beneath him. God what an ass. He breaks up with Mer over his own insecurities and then instead of apologizing like Link told him to he mopes around the hospital and stares at her creepily and then texts her the next day wanting to talk. Ugh. Also, I hate that he calls her Mer. 

That’s what her friends and family call her. DeLuca barely knows her. From the minute he took an interest in her and she indicated that she might like him back he started acting like they were madly in love and acting like they’d known each other and been together for years when they’d barely been dating a few weeks and she was adamant he wasn’t her boyfriend. God I hate this guy so much. He’s such a loser. Can they just write him off already so Mer can live her life in peace? In happier news, I was ecstatic when Elliott’s heart started beating again! His poor wife. And then we’re back to Jo and Hayes. The baby’s good to go but he sees how attached she is so he suggests they wait a while longer before calling social services. 

We also learn some important information about Hayes in this scene. We learn he’s a father to two teenage boys and was in residency when his boys were infants. We also learn that Hayes is a member of the ‘it’s okay to steal cute babies’ club! He’ll fit right in with Mer and Jo! Although maybe not with Link. I really love Link and Jo’s friendship and the scene at the end with them was super cute. I loved how Richard was there for Bailey in the OR when she needed him. I’m happy that they’re friends again. Poor Bailey the scene with her and Richard in the OR made me cry. She’s not fine. “She just was. And now she isn’t.”

Admittedly, I don’t like Owen as a character but that was a good save with Simms! If he hadn’t caught that Simms would be dead. After the surgery is complete Jackson and Owen talk to Simms’ Grandmother where they learn that when Koracick moved to Seattle and wanted Simms with him he paid for his grandmother to move there too. I loved their exchange. “You know how emotional he is.” “Koracick? Of course, yeah super emotional guy.” LOL. But seriously though that was really sweet of him. He’s an ass, but he’s an ass that cares when it counts. 

I like that Koracick thanked Owen and shook his hand. That was good of him. If the situation was reversed I don’t know if Owen would do the same. The Schmico scene at the end was cute! I think there’s an interesting parallel here between the Schmico scene and that Calzona scene from several seasons back. And just then, Hayes is standing at a nurses station, when Meredith comes around the corner! Squee! 

Straight up, Meredith and Hayes were in a scene together for all of 5 seconds this episode and they had flat out more chemistry than her and DeLuca have ever had! Or most of her other recent love interests more that matter. I said what I said. They talk for a few minutes and then Hayes walks off to go do something. At which point Jo walks up to Mer and says, “I have to say I kinda see it.” Jo Karev: A woman after my own heart! Sing it sister! Grayes all the way! 

Meredith is displeased as she finds him obnoxious to which Jo replies, “Don’t be mad at me. He’s Yang’s gift.” Haha I love it! I want my best friend to send me a man. Anyone else? In other news, Owen finally proposes to Teddy! I’m not a towen shipper, but I have to say this proposal was really sweet. Amelia decides to learn from her mistakes and tell Link the truth only to have Owen and Teddy announce their engagement right in front of them! Yikes! 

And Koracick sees the whole thing from a far. Oh boy. RIP Tomaltman? Korackman? Whatever we were calling it it’s dead now. Amelia can’t bring herself to come clean after that and who can blame her? I wouldn’t be able to either. So instead she tells Link they’re having a boy Oh boy. Here we go again. We then cut away from the hospital to find Maggie drunk and passed out on the couch. Oh dear. 

Someone won’t stop knocking at the door so she gets up to answer it. And look who it is. It’s none other than her ex DeLuca. Man this guy is the gift that keeps on giving! He tells her that Elliot’s heart restarted which is nice of him. He should have stopped there and left. Instead he asks if they can talk and Maggie being grateful let’s him in. He then proceeds to complain to his ex-girlfriend whose obviously hurting about how he blew it with her older sister. 

God this guy is such an ass! He breaks up with Mer over his own insecurities and then has the audacity to go to his ex whose her sister and ask for advice to win her back while Maggie herself is hurting. Screw this guy! Then he tries to act like he didn’t break up with Meredith while also admitting that he meant what he said. Wow. He’s both a gaslighter and a complete idiot. As Maggie says he, “Hurt someone whose had more than enough hurt for a lifetime.” Maggie gets it and DeLuca needs to get the hell out. 

He keeps talking about how he wants to undo the hurt he’s caused as if they got into a minor fight. Buddy. You don’t undo it you idiot you just move on and let Meredith and her sisters live their lives and leave them alone you jackass! And as if DeLuca’s idiocy isn’t bad enough, we then find out that Maggie’s being sued for wrongful death for what happened with Sabrina. 

Also how does DeLuca not comprehend that someone with the last name Webber is related to Richard and Maggie? Man, this guy is dumb. We then cut back to the hospital to find Bailey alone in her office, but not for long. Richard and Meredith come to her office to comfort her. Mer brings her tissues and donuts and holds her hand while she tells her that, “I had a miscarriage once. I never felt so lonely.” God Grey’s just break my heart why don’t you? And then everyone laughs about the donuts Meredith brought. My heart.

Well that was intense! Now onto next week’s promo! Oooooh and it looks like things are heating up between Mer and Hayes! In the bad news column, it looks like DeLuca continues to try and gaslight Mer with the whole ‘I didn’t dump you, you just interpreted it that way’ thing and it looks like Mer is having none of it thank god! In other news it looks like Teddy somehow lost her engagement ring and Amelia finally comes clean with Link! Can’t wait!

Until next time! 

#grey's anatomy #Meredith Grey #greys anatomy #16X10 #help me through the night #grayes #amelink #towen #jo karev #Cormac Hayes #amelia shepherd #tom koracick #atticus link lincoln #miranda bailey #ben warren #benly #cristina yang #maggie pierce #jackson avery #owen hunt #teddy altman #levi schmitt #schmico #calzona #station 19 #cross over #premiere #thoughts #review #critique

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Harry Potter and the Best Summer (3 | Explanation)

Summary: AU - canon divergence. Harry had barely been back at the Dursley’s for two weeks, when an unexpected visitor arrived at the door. He quickly finds himself spirited away back to the wizarding world and learns some secrets that have long been kept from him.

A sequel to Of Family and Unexpected Friendship. Also posted on AO3 under the username Kishirokitsune.

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3 | Explanation

Amelia Bones was having what she would call an average day.

She arrived to work in a punctual manner and settled in for a long morning of paperwork and listening to the older Aurors complain about the current roster of new recruits. Lunchtime meant a stroll to the Ministry cafeteria for food, which was as bland as ever, and the chance to catch up with Arthur Weasley, who she recently assisted on a case involving a muggle and a doll whose song caused anyone who stopped to listen to become so enraptured with it that they would forget to do anything else. After that delightful conversation, she went through a round of her favorite game: avoiding Minister Fudge and his latest round of incompetence.

She was nearly two hours late returning to her desk, but to her surprise, she found only a few new files on her desk waiting to be reviewed.

They could wait, however, as she noticed the special stone bin that connected directly to Gringotts was no longer empty. There were very few reasons why the goblins would feel the need to contact her. Typically it had to do with magic so foul and revolting that no amount of gold would convince them to store it within their halls, but as Amelia took the scroll with no small amount of weariness, she couldn't help but feel it was something different.

There were two wax seals holding it shut. One in navy blue, which bore the crest of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and the other in dark burgundy, which bore the crest of the Noble House of Potter.

Suddenly, Amelia wished she kept a bottle of firewhiskey on hand for stressful times. Just a quick shot of that to brace her nerves and she'd be golden. But she hadn't wanted to become the sort of Department Head who needed alcohol in order to do the harder parts of her job and she wasn't about to start.

So instead she sat and took a moment to gather her wits before carefully breaking each seal. Amelia placed a parchment stone on either end to hold it in place and then began to read, her eyebrows rising high as she realized she had been sent a copy of the Potters' Will. It was only when she reached the end that she realized why.

Peter Pettigrew.

Rage billowed up inside of her as she realized they had held an innocent man in the worst kind of prison the Magical World had to offer. She hadn't been Department Head at the time, just a simple Auror working her way up through the ranks, but she remembered the trials that occurred at the end of the war. She remembered questioning why Sirius Black hadn't received a trial.

At the height of the War, it had been decided that any caught red-handed working for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could be sentenced to stay the rest of their days in Azkaban without trial. What was the point, when they were so clearly guilty? Two days after the Potters' death, that wartime condition had been lifted and trials resumed regardless of whether the guilty party was seen performing heinous acts or not.

Amelia closed her eyes.

Black was innocent in the matter of the Potters' deaths. But what about the explosion that killed twelve muggles? Was it from a spell cast from his wand or had he once again been blamed for Pettigrew's actions?

There was only one way to find out.

Amelia locked away the parchment so only she would be able to get to it and then stood and strode out of her office.

Sirius Black would not spend another day in Azkaban if she had anything to say about it.

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Harry's patience was swiftly dwindling the longer he had to wait to get answers to his numerous questions. He sullenly stared at his cup of tea, letting the warmth seep into his hands, but made no move to drink any of it. Next to him on the couch, Aquarius was slowly sipping at hers.

The three of them were all seated in the Lapis Parlor, waiting for Remy and Leona to return from Diagon Alley so they could have a family discussion about what they learned during their trip to Gringotts. Harry knew it was rude but he wished they could start talking without them and at least clear up a few of his questions however, Andromeda was adamant that they wait.

By the time Harry's tea began to go cold, he could make out the sound of voices in another room of the manor. He sat up straight, watching the doorway until Leona and Remy appeared.

“Sorry it took us so long. We ran into the Malfoy's at Madame Malkins,” Leona apologized as she practically skipped over to the couch and sat down next to her sister. “Draco sends his regards, Harry. Apparently, he has also tried to write you this summer and hasn't gotten a response. He thought you were being rude, but I set him straight.”

Harry frowned. “Why would Malfoy want to write me? We're not friends.”

“Short answer: wizarding politics,” Leona said with a shrug. “Long answer: your personal history makes you a valuable ally and Draco has decided he'd rather not have you as an enemy. You'll learn more about all of that later,” she quickly wrapped up after a warning look from Andromeda.

Remy was a little slower to take her seat. “Did something happen at Gringotts? You came home earlier than we planned.”

“Certain... unknown truths came to light during the reading of the Will,” Andromeda said cautiously. “Remy, you should sit before you hear this. It's about the Secret Keeper.”

Remy went still, sucking in a deep breath, her amber eyes flickering to Harry with no small amount of fear reflected within them. Harry offered her a small smile, which only seemed to confuse her more.

“Sit,” Andromeda said, a little more firmly. She waited for Remy to listen and then began to speak again. “Harry, before we address this matter, there are a few things you need to understand about the way things were ten years ago. People lived in great fear. Fear for themselves, for their family, and for their friends. It was a time of paranoia. We were never fully sure who could truly be trusted. I knew your parents only by name and deed, but when they went into hiding I was so sure there was only one person who they would trust to serve as their Secret Keeper.”

“Sorry, but um, what's a secret keeper?” Harry asked.

He expected the answer to come from Andromeda but instead, it was Remy who answered.

“There's a highly complex bit of magic known as the Fidelius Charm. It's often used to keep family homes safe from outsiders. The way it works is that one person is chosen to carry the secret of its location and only they can reveal it, whether by directly telling others or through their death,” she said.

Harry frowned in thought. “So... the reason my parents died... it was because, um,” he paused a moment to remember the name spoken in the Will, wanting to be sure he had it right. “Peter Pettigrew told Vold- sorry, You-Know-Who where they lived?”

Remy looked utterly gobsmacked by the question and it took Harry a moment to realize why.

No one else knew it was Peter Pettigrew. They all thought it had been someone else who betrayed his parents. Someone else had been punished for crimes they didn't commit.

A rush of fury swept through him and Harry had to struggle to keep from exploding. An innocent man was jailed because the world believed he betrayed his family and the one who actually did it still walked free! How could something like that happen in the magical world? Didn't they have better ways of finding out the truth? Had anyone bothered to look into it once the war ended?

No, they decided that they had the right man and patted themselves on the back for a job well done and went about their lives.

“What does Uncle Peter have to do with it?” Leona asked bluntly.

“There was a rat,” Remy spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze was fixed on Leona, who frowned as she looked back at her mother. “I kept telling myself you must have overheard us talking... We knew there was someone leaking information, but we never knew who it was. It was all you said during that first week after... everything. You were so insistent, telling everyone who listened that there was a rat, but I was too distraught to listen.”

“I did?”

Remy offered a weak smile. “You were so young then – barely four years old – so it's no wonder you don't remember. I wouldn't want you to either. I just... I wish I had listened. Or fought harder against what everyone was saying.”

“No one was willing to listen. Not to any of us,” Andromeda said gently, reaching over to rest her hand over Remy's, which was gripping the arm of her chair tightly enough that the fabric looked as though it was about to rip. Andromeda took a deep breath and turned to Harry. “When the news of what happened to your family became common knowledge, everyone blamed my cousin for their deaths. He was their best friend. It was unthinkable that they would trust anyone else to keep them – and you – safe and hidden. Remy and I both tried to speak up in his defense, however...”

“No one would listen to the wife of a suspected Death Eater,” Remy said bitterly. “Especially not one who – well, especially not me.”

Andromeda gave her a look that Harry didn't understand and he decided he didn't want to. He had enough to deal with after the revelation of who betrayed his family, on top of his list of inheritances that he still didn't fully understand. To top it all off, it sounded an awful lot like the person who took the blame was none other than Sirius Black, his godfather and Leona's father, who he'd assumed died in the war by the way she always talked about him.

(He supposed he couldn't fault her for that. Not completely, at least. He never would have listened to her if she told him the truth from the beginning.)

“Dad's innocent?” Leona's voice broke a little. “But then... We have to do something!”

“I already have,” Andromeda stated calmly.

Aquarius nodded and spoke up for the first time since her sister and mother entered the room. “Andy sent a copy of the Will to Amelia Bones.”

Remy appeared to relax at the news and even Leona no longer looked as though she were seconds from jumping to her feet and doing something drastic.

“I expect we'll be hearing from her within the next few hours, hopefully with good news. It is likely that he will still have to go through a trial to determine what happened that night when he cornered Pettigrew.”

Harry listened as Andromeda told him about the events of that night. How they were told that Pettigrew tracked down Sirius and loudly accused him of betraying James and Lily, just before the entire street exploded and killed twelve muggles, as well as Pettigrew. How the biggest part of Pettigrew they found was a finger – odd, considering the bodies of the muggles were well intact.

All they could do was wait.

In the meantime, there was a great deal more to discuss. Harry quickly learned that the role of a Magical Guardian was to ensure he grew up in a stable household and was properly cared for, which also entailed teaching him everything he needed to know about the magical world.

Remy expressed her surprise that she was named as his guardian; years ago, when she first learned that Dumbledore had chosen where Harry would grow up, she assumed like everyone else that James and Lily had named him as the Magical Guardian. To learn otherwise was... disconcerting. She'd believed in the man and trusted him for nearly her whole life and then he took Harry away before anyone could think the question who he was meant to go to. She trusted him and he gave Harry to muggles who treated him as though he were less than the dirt on the bottom of their shoes.

Her hands trembled as she kept her rage from spilling over.

Harry knew what that was like. Keeping his emotions bottled up inside was something he was good at thanks to his time with the Dursley's.

The Dursley's! Harry realized with a start that he would never be forced to return to Privet Drive again. Not when Remy was the one who was meant to look after him. Surely, she wouldn't...

She wouldn't send him back, would she?

“Harry's staying with us,” Leona said.

“If Harry wants to stay, then he's more than welcome,” Remy corrected her daughter. “Harry, before you make any big decisions, I think you should take more time to get settled in. I swear on my magic that I will never force you to return to your aunt and uncle, but it sounds like there are other options if you don't want to stay here.” She paused to give him time to agree, though all Harry really wanted to do was beg to stay in Oakstone with people who actually cared about him.

And then something else occurred to him.

For the first time ever, he was being given a choice. He had the freedom to say where he wanted to live.

It was more than he'd ever dared to hope for.

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They didn't end up discussing his inheritance after that. With the startling news of Sirius' innocence, the five of them decided to take a break to wind down and let it all sink in. The adults remained in the parlor room to keep talking, while Leona and Aquarius led Harry around the manor on a tour.

If Harry weren't so familiar with the winding halls, trick doors, and moving staircases of Hogwarts, he would have called Oakstone Manor the most confusing building he'd ever been in. Who needed three parlor rooms or a grand ballroom anyway? It was all so much to take in, but Leona and Aquarius acted as though it were all perfectly normal.

Leona suddenly snapped her fingers. “We should show you the owlery! Hedwig has probably already found her way there and you should really send a letter to Hermione and Ron and let them know you're alright. I don't know why I didn't think of that sooner! I should write Gred and Forge as well.”

Harry assumed she was talking about the Weasley twins. “What if my letter doesn't go through? You said you've all been trying to write me, but I haven't gotten a single letter.”

Aquarius was quick to come up with a solution. “Leo and I can send the letters instead. If there's something specifically blocking you from sending or receiving them, it shouldn't affect us. Especially not with the house wards.”

“Brilliant!” Leona praised her sister.

Harry was led down another hall and up a spiral staircase which led to the top of one of the towers. There they stepped through the threshold into a round room that looked more like an office than an owlery. There was a wooden desk beneath one window and bins full of parchment and other types of paper. A special groove at the top of the desk held a collection of inkwells in a variety of colors and a pot to one side contained quills.

Directly across from the entryway was a second arch that was covered by a sheer blue curtain. Through it, Harry could make out the shape of at least one perch designed for an owl and he figured that was the actual owlery.

“What do we do if my mail is still blocked?” Harry asked.

“First we'd check the manor wards to make sure there are no holes or weaknesses in our defenses. If that isn't the problem, then Andy will probably have to go to the ministry and use her influence as the Black Regent to figure out what's happening,” Leona told him. She stepped up to the desk and swiped a piece of parchment and a flamboyant peacock-feather quill, which she dipped into an orange inkwell. “So, I'm just going to let Fred and George know that you're here and safe and that they don't need to steal their dad's car to go rescue you from those awful muggles. I guess I should mention the block on your mail too. Anything else I should add?”

Harry's heart skipped a beat. “They were going to come get me?”

“Of course.”

Leona neatly wrote her greeting across the top of the page and Harry caught a glimpse of the words: “My dearest Gred and Forge, Purveyors of Mischief and Masters of the Noble Art of Marauding.”

“Did you want me to write a note to your other friend, Harry?” Aquarius asked, distracting him from watching Leona's elegant script flow across the page.

“That would be great,” Harry said. “Her name's Hermione. Hermione Granger.”

Aquarius nodded as she selected a much more simple raven-feather quill and dipped it into a pot of deep violet ink. She slowly began to write, basing much of her letter on what Harry told her. “To Miss Hermione Granger, My name is Aquarius Black and I'm writing to you for Harry...”

Once the letters were written, the three stepped into the owlry and called down two of the Black family owls. One was a long-eared owl named Butternut, who was given the letter for Hermione, and the other a barred owl named Idun, who stared at Harry unblinkingly until the letter for the Weasley's was attached to her leg and she was able to take flight.

As Leona mentioned, Hedwig was in the owlry as well and had staked out her own perch away from the others. She hooted reproachfully when she watched the other two owls take flight and Harry was quick to reassure her.

“You had a long flight, girl. Get some rest and I'll have some letters for you to deliver later,” he said.

Hedwig ruffled her feathers, clearly still displeased, and remained where she was to sulk for a while longer. Harry left her alone and followed Leona and Aquarius back into the house and down the spiraling stairs.

“You'll be in the east wing with all of us. I think Andy gave you the blue room, which is right down the hall from Aquarius,” Leona told him. “If you want a different color, you should probably ask Tonks about it when they get home. They're the best at color-changing charms.”

“They?” Harry asked, hoping one of the girls would understand without him needing to elaborate.

“Tonks is nonbinary. They don't identify as exclusively male or female, so instead of saying he or she, we use they and them,” Leona said. Taking pity on him, she added: “I have a book called Queer History of the Magical World that you can borrow. It should help with any more questions you have. And I'm sure Tonks would be happy to talk to you, if you'd prefer that.”

While he wasn't sure how much reading he really wanted to do, Harry accepted the offer so he could research enough to satiate his curiosity.

The east wing was a long, airy hall with tall windows that overlooked the back courtyard. Gauzy white curtains draped on each side of the windows, held up by a rod that Harry was almost certain was magically fixed to the wall.

They passed by one room which had a plaque over the door bearing Aquarius' name. She confirmed that it was her room without him needing to ask and they continued on their way down the hall.

“And that brings us to your room! Oh, it looks like Cici already added your name above the door. That was sweet of her,” Leona said, directing his attention to the plaque above the door. The name Harrison was inscribed into the silver metal.

Spurred on by the sisters, Harry opened up the door and stepped into his new room. He could immediately see why it was called the Blue Room and while it wasn't overwhelming in color, Harry thought he might have to ask Tonks about changing it up a little. The floor was the same hardwood as the hall, but nearly everything else – the walls, curtains, bedding, and rugs – were all some shade of blue. The second thing he noticed was how big it was.

It was easily three times the size of his room at the Dursley's and also included a bathroom and what appeared to be a walk-in closet. It was almost as sparsely furnished, however, only featuring a bed, side table, and a desk in front of one of the windows. His trunk had been placed at the foot of the bed and on top was a magazine he didn't recognize.

Harry picked it up for a better look and raised an eyebrow when he read the cover. It wasn't a magazine at all, but some kind of catalog for furniture. Several pages were bookmarked.

“Cici and the other house-elves are really excited about you coming to stay with us,” Aquarius said from where she stood in the doorway.

Harry looked over at her. “I don't understand why. It's really nice of all of you to let me stay here, but I don't need anything else. This is great. Really.”

“It's because if you do want to live here with us, you deserve to make your room the way you want it. Leo and I both decorated our rooms,” Aquarius said. “Do you... do you want to relax here for a bit? I know Leona said something about a full tour, but I don't think you've had the chance to sit down for long since you got here. And after everything with your Inheritance test...”

“Actually, can we talk about that?” Harry asked, hoping to get some of his questions answered. He assumed most of it would have to wait until they were sitting with the adults again but he hoped Leona or Aquarius could tell him about a few things.

Like the Royal Houses. Or how he was Heir of four different Houses.

He quickly voiced his questions before Aquarius could turn him down and she appeared to think it over before sighing and agreeing to answer a few.

“We really should wait, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you a few things,” Aquarius allowed. She still hesitated in the doorway, visibly uncomfortable about stepping inside the room.

Harry wondered about that for longer than he probably should have and then realized she was waiting for an invitation. “You can come in.”

At once, Aquarius beamed at him and then walked inside. Harry gestured towards the bed and they both sat down on the edge, glad for the chance to relax after their journey up and then down the tower stairs.

She began to tell him about the Royal Houses and how they were founded during the time of King Arthur himself. Harry found that he didn't want to interrupt as she backed up to say that during the time of Uther – Arthur's father – magic was strictly forbidden in the kingdom and was punishable by death. It didn't matter if it was being used to heal or to harm, all use of magic was treated the same. It was a time of great fear for any who were born into magic.

It wasn't until several years after the death of Uther that King Arthur was able to begin reversing some of the laws. He had to work slowly and carefully, as the people had lived for many many years being fearful of all kinds of magic. And of course, he wasn't doing it all alone.

Seven trusted Knights of the Round Table stood fast by his side, keeping the laws as fairly as they could and offering advice when they were asked for it. There was also the great wizard Merlin, who acted as council to the young king, as well as Arthur's half-sister, the Lady Morgana le Fay, who was a powerful sorceress.

Together, they paved the way for a magical society that could exist alongside the mundane world. All went well for a time, but as with many things that go misunderstood, the people without magic could not escape the fear they felt and struck out against those who had it, ending the peaceful co-existing. From that moment on, it was clear that the magical world needed to be hidden.

Because of their role in helping create a safe haven for those with magic, Arthur and his most trusted members of court were all given titles in the new world. It was agreed that while Arthur and the Knights were not magic, there was the potential for someone in their line to one day be born into magic, and so they deserved a place in the magical world.

Naturally, King Arthur gave his the name House Pendragon. The Knights had more of a challenge and spend several days arguing over the best name before settling on House Caer Lleon. Merlin simply gave his the name House Emrys and Morgana the name House le Fay.

Harry listened to it all with rapt fascination. He knew there were stories about King Arthur and his court, but he always likened them to be little more than fairytales. “Does that mean I'm related to Merlin?”

Aquarius shrugged. “It was so long ago that you could be, but sometimes Magic finds a way to revive old bloodlines by choosing a new Heir. I think that's what happened with you. Your magic must be similar enough to Merlin's that you were selected to carry on the line of Emrys.” She glanced at the doorway, where Leona was casually leaning against the wall and listening to them talk.

“Did you know that there are rumors about the Black's being descended from Morgana?” Leona asked conversationally. “No one can say for sure if it's true or not, of course. There hasn't been a Head of House le Fay in a few hundred years and the last one lived such a secretive life that no one knows which House she was born into. I have that book for you, by the way.”

Harry hopped up from his bed so he could cross the room and accept the book. He decided to keep it on top of his trunk so that he would remember to look at it later, and then he, Leona, and Aquarius continued their tour through the manor, ending back at the parlor room where Remy and Andromeda were still talking.

Remy smiled warmly at the three kids as they entered the room. “How was your tour, Harry?”

“Pretty great,” Harry responded. “Thank you for the nice room.”

Andromeda and Remy exchanged looks that made Harry's stomach flip-flop.

“We are glad that you like it. We want you to feel comfortable here and even if you choose to live elsewhere, that will remain your room,” Andromeda said. “Now, perhaps we should take the time to go over your Inheritance test in better detail. I think it best to arrange your first appointment with one of your account managers before the end of today.”

“Sure,” Harry said as he sat down on the couch. He was flanked by Aquarius and Leona in a silent show of support. “Er, account managers?”

“Each of your Houses will have a goblin who is assigned to manage your vaults and any other assets. It would be good to meet with them so that you have a more in-depth look at what you own,” Andromeda explained.

With Harry's permission, the copy of his test was passed over to Remy to read. She teared up a little at the reminder that she was legally his Magical Guardian but quickly recovered as she moved on. “Core block,” she repeated, giving Andromeda a wide-eyed look. “We'll need to reverse that soon.”

Andromeda nodded in agreement. “I have already arranged a visit to St. Mungo's.”

“Sorry, but what's a core block?” Harry asked.

“It's fairly common in pureblood families whose children display accidental magic from a very young age. It's done for their protection and is then removed when they turn five and are able to control it a little better,” Andromeda replied. “The fact that you're able to properly and reliably cast spells with that block in place is truly remarkable, Harry.”

Remy read on, only stopping once more to ask Harry if he'd ever spoken to a snake before.

“Oh, yeah! Just before I started at Hogwarts, we went to the zoo and there was this boa constrictor who talked to me. Is that, er, odd?” Harry desperately hoped it wasn't. He stood out enough at Hogwarts and didn't need to add anything else to his oddness.

“Parseltongue, which is the ability to speak to snakes, is a very rare ability. Salazar Slytherin is the most infamous speaker of the language in Magical Britain, though it's a well-respected talent in other countries, particularly India.”

So it was odd.

Harry would have to be sure not to speak to snakes in front of anyone.

“The biggest decision you have right now is simply: which House would you like to review first?” Andromeda asked.

“Potter,” Harry responded immediately.

Andromeda nodded. “Then we will arrange it. Perhaps for next week?”

With the adults promising to handle the situation and also taking the time to explain the way things were likely to work, Harry found himself finally able to relax. No one was judging him for the results of his test. Even Leona withheld her usual teasing.

He was going to enjoy living at Oakstone Manor and nothing would change his mind about that.

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter fanfiction #Harry Potter AU #HP and the Traditions of the Magical World #Wizarding Inheritance

[ch33s3wh33zedvddy]

What.the.fuck

I just read a fic where is was a multi band fic but it was told from frank (ieros) perspective and basically he became friends with Hayley (Paramore) Brendon(panic! At the Disco) Lynn(pvris)Patrick (fall out boy) Cody (set it off) and Jenna (tonight alive) and amelia and Gerard from you know where lmao but basically they become really good friends and frank falls in love with Gerard (and Gerard does to but they don't tell eachother) and after a while they all go on a ski trip to Amelia grandmas ski lodge.So they go and Gerard and Frank finally get together.layer that day that they get together Amelia,Jenna and Gerard stay on the slopes after the rest went home well later that night Jenna comes back distraught and they asked her what happened and they got into a ski accident and Amelia died (Tru story rip) and Gerard was in critical condition.Gerard was in the hospital and put into a drug induced coma and they're not sure if he'll even wake up so two weeks later Mikey calls frank and tells him that Gerard woke up but he isn't really showing emotions or anything.so frank goes to see him and Frank's like "do you know who I am" and Gerards like "you're frank" and then frank is hurt cuz he usually calls him Frankie and thennnnnnn frank tells him he loves him and Gerards like "I can't and don't love you" and Frank's like "you used to" and Gerards basically like "key word "used to" time jump a couple weeks Gerard is back home and still a robot basically and frank goes to see him again and Gerard is like really mean to him even tho he's neutral to everybody else and he's like "what you "wAnT yOuR bOyfRiENd bACK" and frank is like "yeah,I do" and Gerards like "to bad" so then Lynn goes with him to see him and they go to Gerards house and Lynn's asks Gerard if he can go to her birthday party and he says "no" and Frank's is very friendly and like "oh,are you busy" and Gerard fucking says "no I got a hot date" and then frank says something that I don't remember and Gerard says something assholish and then frank is like "how could this happen to you" and GERARD FUCKING SAYS "MISTAKES HAPPENS ASK YOUR PARENTS" AND OMFG

[ameliasoeharman]

Siapa Yang Paling Bertanggung Jawab Pada Kehidupan?

Siapa yang paling bertanggung jawab pada kehidupan? Ya pastinya kita sendiri.

Selama 30 tahun lebih saya hidup, banyak sekali hal yang saya tunda. Saya sendiri merasa tidak cukup sanggup atau bahkan lebih suka berada pada level “main aman” comfort zone. Tapi pada satu saat tertentu kita akan melihat orang lain atau sering teman kita sendiri sudah memiliki banyak pengalaman, hidupnya sudah sangat luar biasa.

Disitu seringkali kita berpikir “ah beruntung banget dia, ya panteslah emang dari sono gini, cakeplah, ini lah, itu lah”. Akhirnya kita termakan dengan pikiran-pikiran negatif kita sendiri, padahal sebenernya kesuksesan seseorang ditentukan dari adanya banyak faktor yang membantu, ga nyambung juga karena paras/cakep trus langsung bisa sukses. Hehe.

Terkadang kita juga pernah terperangkap dalam suatu kondisi yang kita maknai lebih dalam, lebih indah atau sebaliknya lebih suram. Hal itu bisa membuat kita jalan di tempat “stuck” and we are not going anywhere. That’s why, setiap waktu saya merasa butuh Life Enhancement. Diri ini ingin untuk belajar terus, berproses terus, dan ingin selalu ada jalan untuk meningkatkan kualitas diri. Bukan sekedar menikmati apa yang ada, atau bahkan menuntut orang lain (orang tua, saudara, pasangan) untuk melakukan perbaikan hidup kita. Karena sebaiknya yang bisa memberikan sesuatu terbaik untuk diri kita adalah diri kita sendiri.

Saat ini saya memilih untuk berdamai. Ya berdamai dengan kondisi, apapun itu. Terutama berdamai dengan keresahan akan masa depan. Dengan begitu saya bisa tidur nyenyak, beribadah dengan khusyuk, muka nggak awut-awutan, badan dan jiwa juga lebih stabil terpelihara.

Jika kita telah berdamai dengan hidup kita, maka kita akan lebih bisa menyederhanakan hidup. Semakin sederhana hidup, makin santai kita. Semakin nggak pusing ngurusin fisik melulu, makin nggak ngurusin fisik tapi kenapa makin bersinar-sinar aura kita dan akhirnya banyak orang yang bilang “amel kok makin seger aja, fresh” padahal ya sama aja dari dulu jarang dandan. Lebih percaya sih dengan beban untuk tampil super cantik sekarang makin dan semakin berkurang. Langkah makin ringan, hidup juga lebih alami.

Selain menyederhanakan secara fisik, saya juga menyederhanakan diri dari perasaan atau feelings yang bisa bikin hidup kita makin drop. Banyak temen bertanya, “mel gimana sih caranya biar sedih ini ga terus-terusan ada?”. Kesedihan akan lebih cepat selesai kalau kita membukanya, krn kebanyakan dari kita secara tidak sadar menutupnya dengan embel-embel sok kuat, be strong, be positive, etc. Lalu memangnya kamu tidak pernah sedih? Tidak pernah galau? Tidak pernah mellow? Atau merasa pahit? Tertawa terus? Happy terus?. Sebenarnya kita mengalami semua sensasi emosi itu, baik sedih,seneng, nangis, sumpek, berbunga-bunga dan lainnya. Tapi yang stuck dan nempel di kepala itu kadang hanya perasaan sedih aja. Terutama faktor dari cerita teman, kerabat, dan lainnya yang nempel di memori tentang putus cinta, cerai, kesedihan ditinggal meninggal orang tersayang, sakit, hamil diluar nikah, KDRT, etc. Sementara kita mengabaikan cerita bahagia yang sebelumnya dia ceritakan pada kita. Dan ketika sedih itu datang, kita tutup dengan segala cara yaitu dengan Stay Strong! Padahal apakah salah jika kita mengakui kalau kita fragile? Atau menangis?

Saya yakin pasti banyak diluar sana yang dalam seminggu ada rasa kesal, bete, sedih, pedih, dan semacamnya. Tapi nggak akan di post di beberapa akun medsos mereka kan? Tapi itu juga pilihan mereka, tidak apa-apa juga. Karena pilihan mereka untuk “selalu” dan tetap terlihat kuat di mata orang lain. Saya pun sekarang masih berproses dan memilih untuk terlihat apa adanya, lagi sedih ya sedih, lagi fragile ya fragile, lagi bahagia ya senyum-senyum terus, lagi santai ya santai. Ga ada yang berlebihan. Sehari-hari saya belajar untuk mencintai dan menerima setiap kondisi emosi. Senang oke, sedih ya oke. Saya tidak menolaknya dan saya belajar menghargai kedua sisi kehidupan itu. Dengan begitu kita lebih legowo dalam menjalani kehidupan, sholat dan ibadah pun jadi lebih khusyuk.

Kita dapat lihat, mereka yang tercerahkan adalah mereka yang sebelumnya sudah berhasil melewati masa-masa sulit, masa sedih dan bukan hanya menikmati pleasure. Dalam sisa hidup kita yang masih diberikan Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala , masih banyak kegiatan lain yang berguna diluar sana, teruslah menggali kehidupan dirimu dan janganlah menggali kehidupan orang lain.

Amelia PS

#mentalhealth

[amazingdancetalent]

HOF Orlando Results 2019

Junior American League Solos

All Grand Slams!!

Top 5

Camryn O'Maley, Papa Can You Hear Me, Expressenz

Ainsley Grey, Vocalize, Expressenz

Jordyn Norton Barrett, Evanescent, Robin Dawn Academy

Kenley Campbell, Shine, DC Dance Factory

Jenna Jarboe, Juke Box, Expressenz

Taryn Bruner, Color, Northern Force

Isabella Pinkston, Survive, DC Dance Factory

Top 12

6 - 295 - Bella Haugen, Carry Me Home, Northern Force                 - Natalie Ronkainen, Dead in the Water, Northern Force                 - Anna Zhang, If it Wasn’t for Your Love, DC Dance Factory

7 - 294.75 - Kinsey Richter, What a Feeling, DC Dance Factory

8 - 294.5 - Joya Haas, My Dear Love, Expressenz                 - Leah Shilling, Renew, Starstruck PAC                 - Addison Naughton, Pacing, Northern Forcee                 - Tru Harwell, Get What You Give, DC Dance Factory                 - Isabella Cespedes, Capitalism, Adrenaline

9 - 294.25 - Julia Bailey, Get Up Off That Thing, Expressenz

10 - 294 - Sophia Mills-Herring, Purse First, Nebraska Dance                 - Natalia Wazio, Mysterium, West Florida

11 - 293.75 - Gabriela Gonzalez, Fall on Me, Adrenaline

12 - 293.5 - Miley Carcamo, Counterpoint, Adrenaline                 - Braelyn Ramseyer, This is How, Encore Studio                 - Emory Sutherland, Near Lights, West Florida                 - Kenadie Remmick, Lanterns Lit, Northern Force                 - Amelia McDonnell, Ghost in the Wind, Northern Force                 - Lily Madonia, Leave the Light On, All About Dance Chicago

Adjudications are posted here!

Special Awards below!

Choreography - Isabella Pinkston, Survive, DC Dance Factory

Technique - Jenna Jarboe, Jukebox, Expressenz

Energy & Attack - Sophia Mills-Herring, Purse First, Nebraska Dance

Costume - Mary Aspin Scott, Better Hands, Revolution Dance

Costume - Charlotte Dister, All Waters, West Florida DC

Intensity - Abigail Finke, Why, Above the Barre

Intensity - Tori Iacono, Luminous, University PAC

Intensity - Isabella Cespedes, Capitalism, Adrenaline

Showmanship - Jenna Galka, I’m Available, East Coast Performing Arts

Showmanship - Savannah Remmick, One Day, Northern Force

Excellent Execution - Leah Shilling, Renew, Starstruck PAC

Precision - Kamryn Yockel, Wanna Dance, Robin Dawn

Precision - Madison Jernigan, Amazing Grace, 3D Motion Dance Center

Entertainment - Kaelin Krueger, No Can Do, First Class

Fabulous Feet - Mirabelle Anderson, On My Way, Northern Force

Lovely Lines - Nessa Callery, She Used to Be Mine, All About Dance Chicago

Fierce Focus - Braelyn Ramseyer, This is How, Encore Studio

Adjudications are posted here!

#hall of fame #2019 #2019 results #results #juniors #Robin Dawn Academy of Performing Arts #Northern Force Dance Company #expressenz dance center #DC Dance Factory #Starstruck Performing Arts Center #Adrenaline Dance Company

[thelady-libertyx]

“You wanted to see me?” Liberty asked as she approached Amelia, the blonde having managed to compose herself for the meeting with the Society member, she took an almost shaky breath and trued to stand tall “I have little patience for any games, much like yourselves I have a member to bury...” @darknesscrushed

#amelia

[ditzydursley]

❛ Don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled ❜ (Lily)

* (  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐌 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Amelia pressed her lips together because, yes maybe that was what she was doing. Trying to control the people around her and maybe them...better. She could never help herself so helping to people around her was a cop out to never have to deal with her own problems. She felt like she was truing to help Lily, since it was a rather...eventful year for her. Maybe she was doing comfort wrong?

"...Sorry, Lily." Amelia murmured softly, fiddling with her thumbs. "I really do just want to help you."

#ofblackskies #***answered ask