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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 4 years

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Strawberry Jam Sandwich | Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Time/Era: Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N Potter and Regulus Black are a match made from heaven, even if other people didn’t expect it.

Request: hello first of all I really like your writing and hope you and your loved ones are doing well. could you write a regulus black fic? like reader is James’ sister and they get married (because regulus doesn’t die) and years later they meet Harry?

A/N: Thank you and thank you for the request! Let me know how you like it! Enjoy! I love Reg and I’m so excited to FINALLY write for him!! For anyone else wanting a fic; please request away!

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Y/N Potter and Regulus Black were a weird pairing in most people’s eyes. Both being the younger siblings of the two most popular guys in school, it made their peers raise their eyebrows. Not to mention, they were in rival houses and seemed to be on opposite sides of the war. But they just worked.

Y/N was a lot like her older brother, James; very loud and loveable. She was naturally talented on the quidditch field and loved to make friends. It was obvious that she had relationships with people of all the houses due to her outgoing attitude and warm sense of humor. While Regulus also played quidditch, he was much more introverted and shy. He didn’t have many friends, due to being categorized by his surname automatically, so he often kept to himself and spoke only when necessary. Y/N was the talker, Regulus was the listener.

Funnily enough, Y/N and Regulus met through the means of getting Sirius to make amends with Regulus again. Regulus had cornered Y/N in the library and begged her to help him come up with a plan to talk to his brother. They ended up meeting multiple times in the following weeks and grew to be friends.

Regulus adored her ability to be interested in small things; she once asked him what a necklace he wore meant. It didn’t mean anything in particular, but she sat and listened to him speak about his jewelry for almost 15 minutes. No one ever took the time to listen to what the younger Black sibling had to say.

To their ‘plan sessions” in the library, Y/N always brought a strawberry jam sandwich to munch on. They met after her quidditch practices, so James and Sirius wouldn’t find them, which meant she needed a snack to keep her energy levels up. She always offered him half, which the rather regal boy would decline nearly every time. Nearly. Regulus found her little snack absolutely adorable, especially when the jam got all over her face. It made her lips even pinker, and that much more kissable.

The sandwich became an inside joke between the two quickly. Even when passing in the halls, they would scoff and find the most outlandish way to mention the food. It wasn’t funny in hindsight, but it was something that connected the two in its ridiculousness.

Regulus paced back and forth among the bookshelves of the Hogwarts library, hoping to bump into his now best friend, Y/N. The library was near empty, as it was Friday night and very close to curfew, so even just looking for her held very little hope. She had mentioned something about having to finish an assignment she was procrastinating, so Regulus hoped she followed his advice to just get it over with.

The bookshelves were high and blocked most of the ceiling in the room, making the books impossible to read. Long, vertical shadows cast their darkness over almost every inch of the floor and offered very little light to allow him to navigate the maze of shelves. During the day, of course, this was a different considering the wall of windows that looked over the courtyards. The window seats were some of his favorite places to come and think. And the seats just happened to be his and Y/N’s meeting spot.

Regulus was about to give up on his search, but he noticed Y/N hunched over an astronomy book, sitting on the floor with her back leaning against a bookshelf. He casually slipped next to her, offering a shy hello.

“Hey, Black. What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Potter. Not exactly the best studying environment.” Regulus tilted his head back until it hit the books and turned his head to see her.

“Well, I’m trying to save myself from having to do this entire project tomorrow. I have a book, yet you appear literature-less. What’s your excuse?” Y/N moved so she sat with her legs crossed, the thick book laid open on her lap.

“I came to return this, you left it at our last meeting.” He placed a slightly toasted strawberry jam sandwich on the book. It was wrapped lazily in a green napkin and left an abundance of crumbs on her homework. Upon further inspection, the words will you be my girlfriend? were scribbled messily on the paper in black ink. Y/N’s jaw grew slack as she looked over at the highly attractive man next to her.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I just wanted to ask.”

“Are you being serious?”

“Dead, Y/N.”

A smile crept over her features and she held out half of the sandwich. “Suppose we can start our relationship with a snack?”

Regulus accepted the food, making a subtle crunching noise as he bit into it. “I suppose I can make the exception to eat your exceptionally plain choice in snack food, just this once.”

“I’m sorry, you’re dating who?” James laughs, shrugging his younger sister off before grabbing his broom.

By this point, Y/N and Regulus have been sneakily dating for more than half a year and Y/N was tired of hiding their relationship. After Regulus and Sirius had failed to rekindle their relationship, Sirius shoved his brother even further away than they started. It hurt the younger black to the point of giving up, but even he was tired of hiding their relationship. He loved Y/N with his entire being, and his jerky older brother couldn’t ruin that.

“Have you ever even talked to Regulus before?” Sirius adds, grabbing his own broom to prep for quidditch practice.

“Yes, and I am dating him. Not sure what’s so hard to understand about that.”

“We understand it, just don’t believe it. Now, don’t speak about things you don’t understand.” James kicked off the ground and flew in the direction of the quidditch pitch.

“Don’t understand? Excuse me?!”

“He’s right. I know you were just trying to prank us, but joking about something that personal isn’t funny, Y/N.’’ Sirius mounts his own broom and flies off after James.

After practice, Y/N hurried to the library to meet her slightly anxious boyfriend. Regulus knew you were telling Sirius and James, and he knew they would react badly. Y/N saw Regulus sitting on the windowsill furthest from the door and hurriedly walked over.

“Hey! How’d it go?” He asked after Y/N pecked his lips and sat next to him. Regulus wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“Not much to tell, really. They said I was trying to prank them and to not talk about things I didn’t understand. Honestly, I kind of wish they yelled.”

Regulus laughed and kissed her temple. “They’ll come around, I’m not exactly their favorite person so I can see why they don’t believe it. And I’m happy they didn’t yell because I know how you feel when people yell and I don’t want you to feel like that.”

“Holy shit! Get away from my sister!” James’ voice filled the area, Sirius quick on his heels. They must have been following Y/N after practice.

“Riddle me this, you want to spy for the order and potentially get KILLED?!” Y/N paced around the living room of Regulus and her shared flat.

It didn’t take long for Sirius to reaccept Regulus back into his life after seeing how he treated Y/N. At first, both older brothers thought Regulus was using Y/N to feed secrets and information to the opposing side of the war. They didn’t accept the couple and wanted Y/N to have nothing to do with the boy. But, after many feelings were hurt and various words were shared, they decided to give the boy a chance.

Regulus treated Y/N like a queen and made sure his girl knew how much he loved her. He wasn’t very good with words, but his actions spoke volumes. Flower bouquets were gifted periodically, as were small gifts that had a lot of thought put into them. During one of their study dates, he spent over an hour drawing a beautiful portrait of her. Not too long after, he gave her an entire sketchbook of drawings he knew she would love. Whether that was pictures of her friends, family, her favorite flowers, or something as mundane as the bench she loved to sit on, the gift had taken hours and hours of his time. It was obvious that Regulus was in love with his girl.

After graduating from Hogwarts, both Regulus and Y/N joined the Order of the Pheonix. Regulus still had heavy ties with Voldemort and his family, so Dumbledore asked him if he would consider being a spy for the Order. Even Sirius thought it was a bad idea. But, he had to prove that he wasn’t who he was raised to be. He had to prove himself to not only everyone around him, but to his inner soul.

“Listen, Dumbledore thinks that there’s a spy that infiltrated the Order and if I can find out who, maybe I can stop it. Think about it, James has a kid, a kid who is very valuable to you-know-who. We haven’t even spent a ton of time with him yet, but I know I can save him if I find the spy.”

“Yes, I realize that, Reg. But I can’t lose you in the process. We’re supposed to get married and have kids of our own and have a happy life-” Y/N takes a deep breath. “I can’t live without you.”

Regulus smiles a comforting smile, taking his girlfriend’s hands in his. “I know, darling. I’m not going anywhere. How about this,” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring box, presenting it to Y/N. “Let’s get married. I’ve never been a fan of the big white wedding...and all you need is a few witnesses and two signatures. I’m sure Sirius and James would be more than willing to witness. What do you say?”

Y/N gapes at her boyfriend. “Are you asking me to marry you?!” Regulus laughs and pecks her lips.

“I love you so much, Y/N Potter. You are the light of my life and I am so lucky to have you. You have brought me so much joy and really made me the best person I could be,” He wipes a tear delicately from Y/N’s skin. “I asked James for his blessing, too, after the last Order meeting. He said he was ecstatic for us. So, Y/N, will you marry me? We can eat strawberry jam sandwiches together for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!”

“Hi, little one, I’m your uncle, Regulus, remember?- Ow! Not the hair!” Regulus sat in a suit in the parlor of Potter cottage with one-year-old harry in his lap. Y/N watched from the doorway, decked out in her white cocktail dress and heels. She couldn’t help but gush at the sight of her soon to be husband with a child; it felt so natural. Her heart swelled just thinking about watching him play with their own children.

“Yeah, he does that, keep him at a distance,” James responded, coming into the room. He was running late, as always, and was trying to tie his tie. “I can’t believe I’m witnessing my baby sister getting married!”

Harry gargled and reached his hands towards his father. “Dadadadada!!!!”

“I know, buddy, I’m right here. Hang out with your Uncle Reg for a while, yeah?” James responds, messing with his hair in the mirror. No matter how much he ‘fixed it,’ it all looked the same.

“It’s crazy how he looks so much like you, it’s like you copied your baby photos and made them come to life!” Y/N stated. Harry was almost an exact copy of James, but with Lily’s eyes.

Sirius came into the room, perfectly dressed with his hair tied back. “Well, are we leaving or not?” He asked, fixing the bowtie around his neck in the mirror for the 8th time.

“Pa’foo!” Harry squeals and squirms in Regulus’ arms. His grip tightens around the baby before pressing a kiss into his dark curls.

“No, not Pa’foo! Reg!” Sirius turned towards Y/N and whistled. “Damn, Reggie, not sure how you picked up this one! Look at the legs on her! Phew, lucky I don’t snatch you up myself!”

“Stop it! Can we please go?” Y/N swatted Sirius’s chest with her bag, embarrassed.

James plucked Harry from Regulus’ lap and hands him to Lily. “Yes, yes. Sorry, let’s go!” James kisses Lily’s cheek and disapperates out of his house.

Y/N walks over to Regulus and offers him a hand. “Ready to go get married?”

“I’ve never been more ready, my love. “

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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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“Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you / I need you here to stay / I broke all my bones that day I found you / crying at the lake.”

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pairing: bertholdt hoover x fem! reader

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you sat with Annie, throwing her small pieces of napkins as she annoyingly shook her head at you. you had been sitting down, doing absolutely nothing for the last thirty minutes as she tried to study.

“where is everyone? you’re boring me out and I’m like ready to do something!” you exclaimed. she gave you a dead stare before going back to studying, “you’re no fun! i’m getting food. want anything?” you asked her.

she replied with water as you stood up, smacking the back of her head playfully before running away. you made your way to the line with a basket full of your snacks and Annie’s water as your boyfriend finally making his way down the stairs with Reiner.

“long time, no see,” you heard a voice say behind you. you turned around to see someone you felt like you hadn’t saw in centuries, “JAEGER?” you yelled a bit too loudly as you engulfed him into a bone crushing hug, “Eren! i haven’t seen you in forever!” you exclaimed.

he laughed, scratching the back of his head shamefully, “my god, you grew your hair out, you look great!” you complimented, “damn, how is everything with Mikasa? are the two of you still together?” you asked.

Eren nodded, “yeah, we’re going onto our two year anniversary soon. how are you and Bertholdt’s tall ass?” he joked. you playfully pushed him, “we’re great, we’re celebrating four years soon,” you saw Eren’s face change to confusion, “what?” you asked.

Eren found it odd that in the four years both of you were dating, Bertholdt had yet to ask for your hand in marriage.

he shook his head, “nothing, forget it. we need to hang out soon. i bet Mikasa and Armin would be excited to see you again!” you nodded excitedly, giving him your number on a napkin before giving him another hug, “of course, I’ll text you later to see when’s the next time you and the others free!” you said before grabbing your things and leaving.

as you walked away, Bertholdt stared at Eren, feeling as though Eren was basically eye fucking you the entire time you were talking with him. he knew you were friends with the teal eyed boy but he had never saw you so friendly with anyone before.

“something wrong Bert?” Reiner asked. he shook his head, remaining silent, “hey, did you losers finally get out of class?” he asked. Reiner stared at you, before giving you the middle finger, “what was Jaeger doing here?” he asked.

Bertholdt saw your eyes light up instantly, “honestly, no clue but it was nice seeing him!” you said, digging into your muffin, “there’s a part happening tonight, y’all should go,” Reiner asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

you shook your head no, “Bert and I have a date tonight. we’re having our annual movie night tonight,” you said, squeezing Bert’s hand tightly, “but I know Eren’s been interested in hanging out soon so I’ll text him later tonight to see when they’re all free,” you added on.

Bert tightened his grip on your hand at the mention of Eren. you found it a bit odd but thought nothing of it. the rest of the time that all of you were sitting together, Bert didn’t say much. given that he hardly said anything to begin with, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. it was like you mesmerized him all over again.

Bertholdt couldn’t help but think of the first time he saw you. that very day was the day he knew he wanted to make you his.

it was the first day of college. you had been moving all of your things into your dorm along you siblings and mother. you were excited to begin this new chapter in your life and although your mom hated the idea that you were sleeping in a co-ed dorm, she was happy that you were finally getting real world experience.

you were sharing a dorm with a girl named Annie. you had only messaged her a few times, getting all her info and social media tags. she was bit on the shyer side, not really saying much when the two of you talked but you knew that she wouldn’t be a bad roommate.

“text us when you’re done getting your dorm together,” your sister reminded you as she placed the box on the floor. you went the front desk, saying the rest of your goodbyes when you felt someone accidentally hit you.

your siblings immediately asked if you were okay, “I-I’m so sorry,” you heard a timid voice say behind you. you turned around to face the tallest person you had ever met, “you’re okay, don’t worry about it!” you said with a smile plastered on your face.

his blond friend next to him laughed, “i think you’re our friends roommate! Annie is the girl right?” he asked. you nodded yes, “do you know her?” you asked them. you saw as the tall boy tried to stutter out an answer but didn’t, “yeah, we all went to high school together and managed to get into same college as well. I’m Reiner and this is my friend Bertholdt,” he introduced.

you introduced yourself as your siblings told you they were heading out, them not failing to make you embarrassed as they warned you about not getting any crazy ideas while you were away.

“we’ll walk you to your dorm if you don’t mind,” Reiner said. you gave them a smile as they pressed the elevator door, “not talkative, are you Bert?” you jokingly asked him. Reiner laughed at his reaction, “not really. we’re lucky if we get any words out of him and we’ve known him for years,” Reiner replied.

you laughed, poking Bert’s side, “well, I guess I’ll just make it my mission to make you talk,” you told him. by the time you reached your dorm and opened it, you heard Annie groan from seeing them.

“don’t tell me you’ve already made friends with them?” she asked you. you nodded yes, “great, now that’s going to give them a reason to be here even more,” she complained, “but now that you’re here, be useful with something and help me get something out of my car,” Annie stated, grabbing the blond by the arm.

Bertholdt felt himself getting nervous, realizing that he was going to left alone with you. once the door slammed shut, Bertholdt ran his sweaty palms against his pants, not really knowing what to do or say.

“so Bertholdt, you usually this awkward?” you joked again. he stared at you for a moment before feeling a blush cross his face, “uh, y-yeah, making friends isn’t as easy for me as it is for Reiner,” he explained. you gave him a look, with a small smirk playing at your lips.

he felt his heart stop suddenly. yeah, he had felt nervous before but this was a feeling he had never felt before. even the tiniest of smiles made his heart race and even being at close proximity with you made him sweaty.

wait. was this the feeling Reiner kept telling him about?

was this the feeling of actually liking someone? Bertholdt had really never liked someone before. given that many people thought that him and Annie would make a great couple, Annie had never saw Bert in that way and vice versa.

finally pulling back into reality, he stared down at you before giving you the tiniest of smiles, “what has you happy all of a sudden?” you asked. he shook his head, “n-nothing,” he replied.

later on that night, you were prepping the things the both of you needed for your movie night. you usually tended to Bert in your bed, basically attached to him like a koala as he held you close to his chest.

whenever the two of you cuddled, you were usually cuddled into him shirtless. he knew you liked his physique, he was tall, very built, and lean so whenever the chance presented itself, you would make him take his shirt off so the two of you cuddle ‘correctly’ as you liked to say.

you heard a knock on your door, realizing that it was Bertholdt and ran to it. you gave him a smile, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him in. Bert on the other hand had other plans and bent down for another kiss, quickly making it steamier than usual.

“where did that come from?” you asked a bit flustered, “just wanted to kiss ya,” he replied, making a beeline to your room. you followed as he had basically dragged you in there, crawling into bed as quickly as possible.

you grabbed the remote for your tv as the two of you got to scrolling through the movie lists. it didn’t take long until the two of you finally found a movie, settling with watching ‘Singing’ in the Rain’, one of your favorite movies.

for about an hour, you were engrossed with watching the movie, making side comments about how cute the couple was.

“what has you so affection tonight, Hoover?” you asked, your fingers dancing along his chest. he nervously touched the suede maroon box in his shorts as you remained silent, “I wanna ask you something,” he mentioned a bit quieter than usual.

you gave him a concern look, “you’re not breaking up with me, are you? you’ve been acting really weird since I spoke with Eren earlier today and if you got any implication-,” Bert cut you off with a kiss, surprising you completely, “it’s nothing like that, relax,” he said.

reaching into his pocket, he gripped the box almost feeling like his knuckles would turn white. you had covered yourself with the blanket, feeling the cold hit you. finally, Bert gripped your chin as a million thoughts ran in his head. he knew this was the next step in your relationship and oddly enough, he didn’t feel nervous at all.

“marry me,” Bert whispered as he opened the box and showed the ring. you felt your heart stop in its tracks as you gazed at the ring for a moment before looking to Bertholdt again, “really?” you asked, feeling tears spring into your eyes, “yes, of course Bertholdt,” you exclaimed as you tackled him into a kiss.

‘You Were Meant For Me’ was playing in the background as Bertholdt pulled away and took the ring out of its box to place on your shaky hand. you couldn’t stop gazing at the ring as Bert wiped a tear from your face.

“Reiner is the only one who knew I was going to do this tonight and although he wanted me to give this big elaborate speech, you know that really isn’t my style.”

you didn’t say anything back, jumping onto Bert again and kissing him, this time a lot steamier than usual. he was caught off guard but didn’t mind where you were going with this and let you continue what you were doing.

“we can call everyone tomorrow. i want to spend the rest of the night with you,” Bert whispered into your ear, as he started to remove your tank top, “I couldn’t agree more Mr.Hoover,” you said smiling.

Bert for the first in what felt like a long time smiled harder than he ever had before, “I appreciate it, Mrs.Hoover. Mrs.( your name ) Hoover,” he said back. you felt your smile get even brighter before nervously giggling at hearing those words coming from him.

you knew that everyone from Annie and up to your siblings would freak out about the news, but later that night after everything was said and done, both you and Bert sent a photo too Reiner. your hand was being held by Bertholdt as he showed the ring off to him with both your smiles plastered on your face.

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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waste it on me | part 28 FINALE

#jinjinmiyeon wedding

moodboard by @tan-dulset

“Is he here? I didn’t see him when we walked in, I wasn’t looking,” you whispered to Miya as the ceremony was starting.

“If you weren’t looking, what makes you think I was?” She replies, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’m sure he’s sitting there Yn, don’t worry about it. My sister’s getting married!” You laugh slightly, turning to the couple who always treated you as their younger sibling. You were sure that Jungkook was there watching too, the thought of him being right behind you was making your heart beat a little faster.

The ceremony, of course, was very beautiful. You and Miya on the other hand, was not looking as beautiful with the tear stains on your cheeks. After the two were announced as husband and wife, sealing it with a kiss, you and Miya couldn’t help but cry more happy tears as your favorite couple finally made it official. As the two walked back up the aisle, waving and smiling at the guests, the maid of honor, and co-best men, and you, the bridesmaid, followed behind. Miya walked up with Taehyung and you walked up with Namjoon. Your eyes scanned around as you two passed the guests, looking for a certain someone. Everyone was smiling, clapping, and phones were in the air to capture this moment. You weren’t mad at it, but it kept you from seeing the one person you were looking for.

As you were passing by the last row, you glanced at four happy faces with the cutest smiles. A gummy smile, a heart smile, a smile where the eyes were shaped as crescent moons, and lastly, your favorite bunny smile. You couldn’t help but smile even bigger as you saw your friends for the first time in a while. Especially the guy you’ve been waiting for. Namjoon waves at them as you two pass by.

“See, he did come,” Namjoon says, smiling down at you. Although he had a tough exterior, Namjoon’s pretty sweet inside. Maybe the whole wedding thing is making him the softy he truly is.

“He did.”

***

After the entrance of the newly married couple and the best men, maid of honor, and the bridesmaid, the four of you, minus Miyeon and Jin, ran towards the four boys.

“TAEHYUNG-AH,” Jimin yelled as he met Taehyung half way. The two caused several people’s heads to turn, looking for the cause of the loudness.

“Hobi~” Miya says, giving Hobi a big hug. He hugs her back tightly.

“Ah Miya, I think your boyfriend stole my best friend,” Hobi says, frowning at the two boys.

“No, I think your best friend stole my boyfriend,” she glares. “He’s been facetiming Jimin nonstop since you guys left.”

“Namjoonsssssiiii,” Yoongi says with a smile, walking towards the taller man.

“Yoongi hyung,” he says back, sheepishly smiling as he already knew what he was going to say.

“Did you find it?” Yoongi asked with a knowing smile.

“Ah… I did not,” he says, hanging his head low. Yoongi laughs.

“Actually…” He reaches into his pocket, holding out the external hard drive that he and Namjoon shared.

“Hyung you had it all this time???” Namjoon says in shock.

“I guess, but I could’ve sworn you took it. Jungkook found it in his room, turns out all the other boys used it so,” Yoongi laughs, “this hard drive is probably full of songs written by our angsty teenage self and Jimin’s, Hobi’s, and Jungkook’s… I don’t know. I’m kinda scared to see what’s inside honestly.”

“Well since Jin hyung’s moving out, we can turn his room into a studio. Turn our old songs into something you know?”

“You really are happy that Jin hyung’s leaving,” Taehyung pouts as Jimin clings onto his side.

Meanwhile, you squeeze through everybody to get to Jungkook. Who’s just calmly sitting at the table.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” You smile as you finally stand in front of him. Jungkook looks at you as he drinks from his glass. Nodding. You pout at him, knowing that he can’t resist that. So of course, Jungkook wasn’t able to hold his smile back any longer, he put his glass down gently before standing up and sweeping you off your feet, spinning around.

“Aigoo~ I missed you,” He said, setting you back down.

“I missed you too,” you say, tippy toeing to give him a kiss.

“Yah~ It’s my wedding, stop taking all my attention,” Miyeon says, the two of you turn to her and giggle.

“Sorry unnie, hehe,” you say.

“I’m kidding, I’m happy for you two,” she says. Jungkook walks over to her and Jin.

“I’m happier for you two,” he says, giving Miyeon a hug, and then Jin.

“Thanks JK, we’re glad you’re back. How long are you staying?” Jin asks. Jungkook turns around to see if you were listening, thankfully, you were distracted by Hobi.

“I’ll be here for a while. I got an apartment,” he says. Jin and Miyeon’s eyes widen.

“But! Don’t say anything, I want to surprise Yn.”

“Lips are sealed,” Miyeon says.

“Hyung,” Taehyung calls. “Shall we start the surprise performance?”

“Surprise performance?” Miyeon says.

“Let’s go?” Jin says to Miyeon, pulling her to the center.

“Wait-- us?” Miyeon says in confusion. Meanwhile, Taehyung runs up to the stage, speaking into the microphone.

“Good evening everyone! So you all know my brother-- well that’s kind of stupid for me to say since it’s his wedding,” Taehyung says sheepishly as he makes a mistake right when he speaks, making everyone laugh. “But my older older brother Jin has a surprise performance that he wanted to start off with tonight. My sister, now I can officially call you my sister,” Taehyung says, smiling towards Miyeon, who smiles happily back at him. “Although, that’s kind of weird because I’m dating your sister, so that’s like dating my sister’s sister which makes Miya my sister--”

“Okay let’s go,” Namjoon interrupts, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him off the stage. Taehyung reaches over for the mic and quickly yells out.

“Let’s give it up for Jin hyung!”

Everyone claps as Jin makes it on stage, fixing the mic to the position he needed it to be on. Taehyung makes his way back to the group’s table, sitting down in between Jimin and Miya.

“Why would you say that,” she says, slapping his arm gently.

“It was just a random thought!” He says. You laugh at the two.

“I wonder what Jin’s going to serenade Miyeon with,” you whisper to Jungkook.

“He didn’t tell you guys? I thought it was just a surprise for noona.”

You shrug, “I think only the Kim brothers know.”

Jin starts off by clearing his throat, and nodding towards the DJ to start playing the instrumentals. The beginning began to play.

“Not sure if you know this

But when we first met

I got so nervous I couldn't speak

In that very moment

I found the one and

My life had found its missing piece~” Jin sang, staring into Miyeon’s eyes.

“Oh my gosh he’s singing beautiful in white,” Miya says as tears began to slip down her cheeks once again. Taehyung laughs, pulling his sleeves over his hand to wipe them away.

“How many times are you going to cry today,” he says, placing a kiss on the place where the tears were once on.

“I don’t know I’m just overly emotional today,” she says, fanning her face.

“So as long as I live I love you

Will have and hold you

You look so beautiful in white

And from now 'til my very last breath

This day I'll cherish

You look so beautiful in white

Tonight~”

“The song is so perfect for them,” you say, holding tightly to Jungkook’s hand. “This might be too early to say… but do you think we’ll have a relationship like them? Even with the distance?”

Jungkook looks over at you and smiles.

“Yeah, we did pretty well so far didn’t we?” Jungkook says. You nod.

“I wish we had more time together though,” you say, smiling as Jin began to walk towards Miyeon.

“What we have is timeless

My love is endless

And with this ring I

Say to the world

You're my every reason

You're all that I believe in

With all my heart I mean every word~”

***

“Throw it towards me!” Miya yells at her sister. Miyeon was just about to throw her bouquet. She had her back turned towards the crowd of single ladies. You didn’t want to go up, but Miya pulled you with her. You glance over at Jungkook and he laughs as you awkwardly stand between the crowd of girls who are desperately trying to get the bouquet.

“Ready?” Miyeon asks, prepping to throw the flowers. Jungkook looks over at you and gives you two thumbs up as if actually wanting you to catch it. You laugh at him, totally not realizing that the bouquet was already thrown until it hit you in the head and a bunch of Miyeon and Miya’s cousins tried to take it before you did.

Your eyes widen and you back up a bit, the guests begin to laugh and clap as Miyeon’s cousin raises the bouquet in her hand. You look over at the boys who were laughing and pointing at you and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as well.

“Dang, I was really trying to be the next one to get married,” Miya says, laughing, as you two walk back to the table.

“You suck babe,” Taehyung says as Miya sat down beside him.

“Shut up, bet you won’t even catch the garter when Jin throws it,” she replies.

“Well now that I know you didn’t catch the bouquet, I won’t be trying to catch the garter at all. You really want me to be paired up with your cousin?”

“No,” Miya pouts.

“Exactly.”

“Yeah, since Yn didn’t try to catch it, I’ll just stand there and wait for it to hit me in the head,” Jungkook teases.

“You distracted me!”

“I am pretty eye catching, aren’t I?” Jungkook winks. You scoff, turning away from him.

“I don’t know who this man is anymore,” you joke.

***

“So what now?” Jimin asks, stuffing his mouth with the wedding cake. It was just you ten left at the reception. Everything was cleaned out but the one table you all are sitting at.

“I don’t know it’s my first time getting married,” Jin says.

“We usually leave right after they cut the cake and stuff when we go to weddings with family,” Namjoon says, pushing his plate away as he finished his slice.

“I think we’re all supposed to go home now so Jin hyung and noona can… you know.. spend their first night together,” Hobi says, raising his eyebrows.

“I think I just threw up a little,” Miya says, placing a napkin over her mouth.

“Me too,” you say in a scratchy voice.

“I don’t care, I want a nephew,” Taehyung says, putting his fork down and giving a stern face to the married couple.

“Slow down,” Miyeon says with a nervous laugh, “one thing at a time, pleaSE.”

“A niece?” Taehyung gives her his best puppy eyes and pout in a way to bribe her. She shakes her head no, whispering a “not yet.”

“Hobi is right though,” Yoongi says, beginning to clean up a bit. Hobi looks at Jin with a smile as he raises his brows once again. “Jin hyung’s been waiting for over ten years, let’s not make him wait any longer.”

“Y-yAh..” Jin says with slight embarrassment, his ears turning a dark shade of red.

“If you’re not ready for a kid yet, be safe,” Jimin says with seriousness, patting Jin’s shoulder as he stands up from his seat. Jin swallows as he suddenly feels uncomfortable that every one of his friends are going to know what’s going down tonight.

“Aww, I kinda didn’t want this night to end,” you frowned as you got up slowly.

“Why not?” Jungkook asks.

“We’re having so much fun, I don’t want to go back to normal-- plus I’m going to miss Jin and Miyeon,” you say sadly. “Ugh you all are leaving and it’s making me SAD.”

“Oh yeah, that’s true,” Miya says. “It’ll be just us four.”

“We’ll only be gone for like 2 weeks,” Miyeon says.

“We won’t be leaving for LA until Friday so we have plenty of time,” Hobi smiles.

“Really??” You say, your mood rising slightly.

“Yeah, but after that we’re going to have to say goodbye to them. It’s gonna suck,” Jungkook says with a sad smile.

“We’ll move in with you again soon Kook, I don’t think you’ll survive living alone,” Jimin says.

“Yeah I’m going to miss living with you three, I don’t think I’ll be able to live alone either,” Jungkook says with a small laugh.

“Yeah, if I move here too then maybe we can actually do something with the songs we wrote,” Yoongi says, smiling over at Namjoon.

“I like that,” he replies.

“Ooooo and if I move here too, then we can be together!!” Jimin says happily to Taehyung.

“We can hang out everyday!!” Taehyung replies with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Hey don't forget about me,” Miya pouts.

“Ahh.. I don’t think I’ll be able to move here soon though. LA is where my vibe is, you know?? plus, I work there,” Hobi says, laughing halfheartedly.

“Ooh.. I can’t leave Hobi hyung alone then,” Jimin says.

“Dang, why do we have to live on separate sides of the world??” Taehyung says, frowning.

Meanwhile, you were trying to process everything.

“Hold on,” you finally spoke up. “Rewind, please. I’m… confused? Is everyone staying? Is everyone leaving? Is some staying, some going, I-- I don’t understand..”

“I got an apartment,” Jungkook says to you. “Here, in Seoul.”

You look at him with wide eyes.

“That’s why I wasn’t able to visit often,” he says with a small laugh. “And that’s why I had to work all the time. I was just saving up for the place.”

“So.. you’re.. staying? Here? With me?”

Jungkook smiles at you, nodding his head. “No more long distance. I spent too much time away from you in the first place, I’m making up for lost times. I won’t be leaving you ever again. No more goodbyes. I’ll be here. I’ll be here always.”

“Aigoo~ she’s crying again,” Taehyung teases as more tears run down your face.

“Leave me alone,” you mumble, wiping under your eyes with your finger.

"No more goodbyes, just see you laters. So,” Jungkook says, leaning over to wipe your face. “No more tears. I’m going to be by your side always. I’m not leaving Yn. I’m staying here,” he smiles, gently holding your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I love you too much to let you go again.”

☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞

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☞part 28: #jinjinmiyeon wedding☜

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a/n: this is... messy. i don’t even know what the whole concept is, i guess calum meeting his girlfriend’s parents at christmas? idk. it’s soft though! so enjoy luvs

word count: 7.0k+ (sheesh)

pairing(s): calum x girlfriend but soon to be fiance!reader

warning(s): pure fluff

“I really don’t understand what you’re so nervous about,” she said, her eyes resting on Calum who sat in the driver’s seat, leaned back comfortably with one hand on the wheel as his opposite arm rested on the window sill. “You’ve met them before.”

“Saying hi over Facetime does not count as meeting them,” the boy claimed, glancing over to Amelia before looking back at the road. His jaw clenched, just enough for Amelia to see the veins working up his neck as he rubbed a hand over his chin. “And that was only your mom—besides the point. I just want to make a good impression.”

“You will.” She looked back out the window, pausing a moment before speaking again. “It’s weird to think we’ve been together for nearly three years and you haven’t met my parents.”

“We just never got the timing right,” Calum answered simply, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he glanced over at the pretty girl sitting in the passenger seat of his black Mercedes. “Besides, you only met my parents in June.”

“Yeah.” Amelia looked out the window, wringing her hands in her lap before looking back over at Calum. “You know, my mom loves you. From the moment I told her about you.”

“Yeah, and what about your dad?” Calum tilted his head to look at Amelia, eyes knowing. He didn’t miss the way she rolled her lips in a thin line, chewing on the lower one before parting them to let out a sigh.

“He’s hard to please,” she said finally. Calum raised an eyebrow as he looked over and she shrugged. “It’s true. First time he met Jo, he told Ian to break it off because he didn’t like her vibe. Now look at them—married with one kid and a baby on the way. And now my dad loves her. He’s just. . . not good with first impressions.”

“So you’re saying we should just ignore everything he says and do the opposite,” Calum said, playfully raising his dark eyebrows at the girl as he watched her roll her eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

Calum looked back at the dark road, chewing on his lower lip. He did know what she meant—he always did. Calum looked back over at Amelia, his eyes soft on hers. “Do you think he’ll like me? Honestly.”

She nodded. “I know he will.” Amelia spoke with nothing but truth in her voice. If it were anyone else, she’d be hesitant in bringing a boy home to meet her parents. She had boyfriends in high school and brought a few of them home, but none of them ever meant anything to her. Not like Calum did.

Calum had seen pictures of Amelia’s dad. He was intimidating, with his bulky figure, towering at a height of six feet. He’d been in the army in his day and kept in shape since he retired. With the muscles along with the height, Isaac Mannell could easily scare any man—including Calum. Isaac towered over the rest of his family at 6′2″ and it became quite apparent when Calum first saw pictures of the five-person family. Amelia’s brother, Ian, was similar to their dad in the way that he joined the army at a young age and kept up with the training as he aged. Ian was the oldest of the siblings, four years older than Amelia and ten years older than their sister Hanna. Ian had enlisted in the military straight out of high school and came home last year, when Jo, his girlfriend at the time, got pregnant with their first kid. Calum loved Ian—they’d met when he first started seeing Amelia. Ian was a fun guy, free spirited and a bit of a dumbass, but that’s what Calum loved about him. He was also a big fan of rock music, sharing many interests in the same bands as Calum so the two got along well. Amelia was happy when she found out they were fond of each other. It was a weight off her shoulders that she didn’t know she was carrying. Now, she felt that same pressure as they drove to her parents’ house in Jacksonville, Oregon.

“Right or left?” Calum pulled up to a stop sign before glancing over at Amelia.

“Uh, right.” He turned onto the unfamiliar street, waiting for the next directions. Only a few more turns and they were pulling into the driveway of Amelia’s childhood home.

“It’s cute,” Calum said as he put the car in park. The property standing before them was adorable, a simple white house with grey rocks lining the bottom. There was a set of stairs to get up to the deck that wrapped around the exterior of the house, where a few patio chairs were placed along with a small porch swing. Amelia only hummed, smiling as she climbed out of the car and Calum followed suit.

While Amelia reached into the car to grab her purse, Calum took the opportunity to glance around the neighbourhood. This was where she grew up. It was cute, reminding Calum of his hometown back in Sydney. He was pulled from his thoughts when Amelia cleared her throat, looking over at Calum with wide eyes and a genuine smile. The boy, who stood with one arm leaning on the open door and the other on the hood of the car, raised his eyebrows. Amelia laughed adorably, placing both hands on her hips in a teasing manner. “You coming babe, or you wanna stay out here and admire from afar?”

“Sorry, sorry.”

The couple walked up the steps leading to the front porch, Amelia’s hand slipping to fit into Calum’s much larger one as she pulled him towards the front door. He stepped back as Amelia knocked on the door, looking back at her boyfriend with a smile on her face. A smile that made Calum feel at ease already.

The door opened quickly and in its place stood Amelia’s mother. She was a small woman, the same height as Amelia though the large kimono she wore made her seem much shorter. The lady gushed, holding her hands to her heart before pulling her daughter in for a hug. “Oh, Amelia.”

“Hi, Mom.” Amelia pulled away from her mother after a moment, allowing the older woman to glance over her daughter’s shoulders and lay eyes on the handsome young boy standing on her porch, arms folded over his chest as he glanced around the exterior of the house.

“Calum! Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” It was Calum’s turn for a hug from the older lady, and he accepted gratefully while shooting Amelia a look over her shoulder. When the older woman pulled away, both hands moving to rest on Calum’s biceps that were covered by his infamous leather jacket, she smiled at the boy.

“It’s wonderful to meet you in person, Mrs. Mannell,” Calum said with a polite smile, his ring clad fingers clasping together behind his back.

“Oh, please. Call me Marie,” the lady said with a laugh, patting his arm. “How was the drive?”

“Fine,” Amelia answered, stepping inside herself as her mother led Calum into the house. “We split the drive so it wasn’t bad.”

“Oh, that’s good. Do you two want anything to drink? Here, let me take your coats.” Marie was already stripping Calum of his as she offered, and the boy thanked her whilst slipping the article off. When the older woman was busy hanging their jackets in the front closet, Amelia turned to Calum with wide, expecting eyes.

“So?” she whispered. Calum only raised a singular eyebrow, crossing his arms again. “Told you she likes you.”

Before Calum had time to answer, Amelia’s mother approached them again, her hand finding residence on Calum’s arm as she looked at her daughter with a wide smile. “I could use your help in the kitchen, dear, if that’s alright. Calum can meet your father—he’s in the den watching the game.”

Amelia glanced over to Calum, expecting some sort of reaction. He only nodded, giving Marie a smile and then looked at his girlfriend. “Of course. Gives you two some time to catch up. I wanted to talk to him, anyway.”

Amelia’s mother smiled sweetly, squeezing his arm lightly before leading both of them down the hallway. Under her breath, the older woman whispered to her daughter, “He’s cute,” and Amelia said back, “I know.” A smile crept across Calum’s lips as he followed the two ladies into the main portion of the home.

“Is that Amelia or Ian?” A deeper voice, belonging to a male, boomed as they walked into the shared kitchen and living room.

“It’s Amelia, dear.”

Calum looked over to see Amelia’s father getting up from the couch, his eyes settling on his daughter. A smile, one that was shared universally between the family, appeared on Mr. Mannell’s face as he held out his arms warmly. “There’s my girl.”

“Hi, Dad.” The younger girl stepped into his arms, burying her face in his sweater as she smiled. “Mm, I missed you.”

The man pulled away moments later as did Amelia, and his dark eyes landed on the other male in the room. “Calum.” Mr. Mannell nodded towards the younger boy before reaching out to offer a hand.

“Good to finally meet you, sir.” Calum shook his hand with a firm grip, giving a polite smile to the older man.

“You, too. Nice to put a name to a face when it comes to the man my daughter raves on about.” At his words, Calum glanced back at Amelia who blushed, running a hand through her hair shyly. He grinned.

Mrs. Mannell jumped in, placing a hand on Calum’s shoulder as she spoke to her husband. “Amelia is going to help me in the kitchen, since somebody didn’t feel like prepping some of the food like I asked of him earlier today.” The older man only chuckled as the two women escaped into the kitchen, and then both men were taking a seat, Calum sitting on the couch adjacent to Amelia’s father.

“So did you two drive down then?”

“Yes sir,” Calum said with a nod, sitting up straight as he rolled his shoulders back and clasped his fingers together in his lap, elbows on his knees. “About eleven hours.”

“Tell me you didn’t make Amelia drive that long,” the older man said with a pointed look. Calum chuckled, shaking his head.

“No sir. She did insist on splitting the drive, though.” His palms were sweaty as Calum wiped his hands on his jeans, clearing his throat. “But the weather got a little rough near Sacramento so I took the reins from there. I don’t want Lia drivin’ this time a year, anyway.”

“Good man.” Amelia’s father leaned over to grab his beer by the neck of the bottle before tipping it to Calum pointedly. “Amelia can be a bit stubborn so I’m surprised she even let you take over. You want a beer, Calum?”

“Um, sure. Thanks.” The older man got to his feet, walking into the kitchen and Calum took the time to collect himself. It didn’t seem to be going too bad—he was still a little on edge, seeing as this man was beyond intimidating on top of the fact that it was his girlfriend’s father. But they seemed to be getting along so far, and he didn’t say anything wrong yet so that was a plus. Now all he needed to do was find the right time to bring up the topic of conversation that was bubbling in Calum’s stomach since the realization of it had hit him.

“You like Budweiser?” Calum glanced up to see Mr. Mannell holding out a beer for him, and Calum took it, wrapping his ring clad fingers around the neck of the bottle as he smiled graciously, giving the man a nod. As the older man took a seat across from Calum, the younger boy rubbed a hand over his jaw, eyes set on the baseball game playing on the television.

Silence fell over the two men, a little too uncomfortable for Calum’s liking but he preferred this over the awkward small talk they were making before. At least now, Calum couldn’t stumble over his words like an idiot and make a fool out of himself in front of his girlfriend’s father. He took the time to work up the courage to ask Mr. Mannell the question that was burning at his skull. Unfortunately, he had less time than he thought, as Amelia walked into the living room and interrupted his train of thought. Not that he minded. She placed a hand on his shoulder, massaging him slightly as she leaned over the couch, her lips ghosting over his ear. “Help me with the bags?” she whispered, and Calum nodded. He placed a hand over Amelia’s before standing up and excusing himself. He’d have to find Mr. Mannell later.

The two of them exited the house, not bothering with their jackets as they made their way to the car. Once they were out of ear shot, Amelia asked, “How’s it going?”

“Well he hasn’t murdered me yet, so I think it’s going good.” Calum unlocked the doors of the vehicle, shooting Amelia a look over the body of the car. “What about you? How’s helping in the kitchen?”

A snort sounded from the girl as she opened the trunk of the car. “If by helping in the kitchen you mean the conversation that my mom started specifically about our sex life, then yeah. It’s going great.”

Calum froze. “What?”

“She asked if we’ve had sex yet,” she responded, reaching into the trunk and pulling out a suitcase. Letting it fall to the ground, Amelia let out a breath before looking up at Calum with raised eyebrows. “And even worse, she asked if you were any good.”

Mortified, Calum choked on the inhale he took at her words. “She—what?” Amelia nodded as if she was reading his mind, and then ducked down to lean into the trunk again. “Well. . . what did you say?”

“If you’re asking whether or not I told my mom you’re a good fuck, I didn’t.” Amelia grabbed the other suitcase and set it down, reaching up to close the trunk. Once slamming it shut, Amelia looked back at Calum with a small laugh. “I told you—she loves you. And a little too much, in my opinion.”

Calum carried the suitcases inside while Amelia grabbed the door, opening it for the boy. He held back a pointed look to Amelia as her mom came into the room, insisting she show them to their room, a little too friendly as she flirtatiously placed a hand on his shoulder. Amelia sighed, raising a knowing eyebrow at Calum and he chuckled, following Mrs. Mannell down the hall after he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

“This is Amelia’s old bedroom,” the lady said as she pushed open the door to the bedroom they’d be accompanying over the next few days. Calum set the bags down near the bed, standing up straight. The suitcases were a little heavy, straining on his back to Calum took the time to stretch his shoulders a bit, raising an arm behind his head and pulling it back with his free hand.

Amelia’s eyes wandered to Calum’s biceps, which were on full display as he stretched. The fitted red t-shirt he wore did nothing but squeeze his muscular arms in all the right places. Amelia wasn’t complaining though—and neither was Marie. Like mother, like daughter.

“Mom,” Amelia cleared her throat, dragging her eyes to the woman as she scratched the top of her head. “We’re gonna unpack and then we’ll be up in a bit.”

Her daughter’s words pulled Marie’s gaze away as she nodded. “Oh, of course! I should take out the turkey anyway,” the older woman said, patting her daughter’s cheek lightly before giving Calum a warm smile and then exiting the room. Footsteps padded up the stairs as Amelia glanced back to Calum, dead panning.

“What?” he asked, furrowed eyebrows accompanying the slight frown on his lips.

“Now you’re just fucking with me,” Amelia said warily, earning a deep-rooted laugh to emerge from Calum’s lips as he shook his head, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s waist.

“I think it’s obvious which one of the Mannell girls I’m here for, love,” the boy said as Amelia rolled her eyes playfully, snaking her own arms around his neck.

“Yeah, and who’s that?”

“Do I gotta say it?” Calum pulled Amelia closer, feeling her fingers card through the curls at the nape of his neck while she studied his expression. He smirked, raising an eyebrow at the girl before sighing, and he added a roll of the eyes for dramatic effect. “It’s obviously Hanna. Where is she, anyway?”

Scoffing, Amelia unraveled herself from Calum and smacked his chest playfully. “Dick head!”

“I’m kidding, doll.” Calum laughed as he tightened his grip on her, and Amelia immediately fell into his hold, her hands coming to fist his t-shirt as she smiled up at him. “It’s you. Always.”

A light blush crept over her cheeks as she tried to hide her smile with an annoyed expression, though it failed miserably as Calum dipped down to press his lips against hers, sparking a warm grin from the girl. “You know I love you, right?” he mumbled. Amelia frowned, pulling away slightly but still keeping her arms around his neck. At her confused expression, Calum continued. “I love you and everything about you. Being here, in the place you grew up, is. . . an eye-opener for me. Just reminds me how lucky I am to have you.”

“Now you’re just being cheesy,” Amelia said with the raise of an eyebrow, keeping her confident facade up in case her truthful, heart warmed one filtered through.

Calum chuckled, reaching a hand up to tuck some hair behind Amelia’s ear. He was always able to see right through her. “Only for you, sweetheart.” He didn’t miss the way her lips spiked up into a smile at the term of endearment, her blue eyes casting over with contentment as she stared at him wonderfully.

“I love you, too, by the way,” she murmured, standing on her toes to press her lips to his. Then, through the kiss, Amelia said, “Even if you may spike some sort of weird. . . sexual tension from my mom.”

“Are you saying I’m making you jealous, Lia?”

“I’m saying I think you make my mother jealous,” Amelia replied as she pulled away once again, releasing her hands to drag them down his shoulders and rest on his chest. Calum let out a low, throaty chuckle as his brown eyes darted between Amelia’s blue irises.

“What, so your father doesn’t put out?”

“Alright,” Amelia took a step back, shaking her head as she grimaced, “we can stop talking about my parents’ sex life now. Seriously. Please.”

Calum laughed again, this time from his heart as he pulled his girl back into his arms.

***

“Marie, would you like to start?”

The older woman nodded, giving a smile as she offered her hands to two of her children, who sat adjacent to her on both sides of the table. Mrs. Mannell closed her eyes, beginning her prayer, just after the rest of them joined hands as well. Calum, who held Amelia’s hand along with her younger sister, Hanna’s, closed his eyes and bowed his head, listening intently to every word Marie was saying. Calum wasn’t really religious himself, believing more in spirituality than a high power such as God, but he respected his girlfriend’s family’s beliefs and therefore joined them in the Grace they spoke before dinner.

“O Come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant. . .” As Marie continued with her prayer, Calum felt a squeeze to his right hand as he glanced up, opening his eyes to meet a pair of blue irises that held reassurance and concern in them. Calum smiled at the girl, giving her a nod as he understood what Amelia was asking. She let out a relieved sigh, her lips curving upwards before she hung her head again and listened to her mother’s voice. “Come and behold him, born the King of angels. Amen.”

“Amen.”

They all took turns in saying a prayer, mainly just stating what they were thankful for while addressing God. After Marie spoke, then did Hanna, and after Hanna was Calum. Amelia placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to whisper, “You don’t have to,” but he dismissed her and instead cleared his throat.

“I am beyond thankful for being here, sharing this Christmas with my girlfriend’s wonderful family and for them accepting me into their home,” he started, hand clasped in Amelia’s as she watched him with kind, proud, adoring eyes. “And for Mrs. Mannell, who I know worked tremendously hard to make this dinner. And Mr. Mannell, for. . . getting me that beer earlier.” A few rounds of laughs were shared around the table, including Mr. Mannell himself. “Thank you for allowing me into your life, into your daughter’s life. I am grateful for my family, the path of life I am on and shall discover, and for Lia, the light in my life.”

Many awes were expressed at the last bit as Calum passed it onto the girl sitting beside him, who was a smiling mess as she stared at Calum in adoration. Amelia rolled her lower lip between her teeth, grinning from ear to ear, before looking down to close her eyes, and she cleared her throat before speaking. “Thank you, God, for my family and my friends, thank you for the clothes on my back and the roof over my head. Thank you, God, for the misfortunes that I have learned from and the strength I have gained because of, and thank you, God, for leading me to where I am today, with my family.” She squeezed Calum’s hand as she spoke the last part.

While the rest of the table shared their thoughts and prayers, Amelia sat with her hand clasped in Calum’s, her fingers slotted through his and her eyes studying him intently. He watched and listened as people spoke, humming in agreement to some of the statements that were made by fellow family members before they were finished, and all began to dig in.

As the other six people at the table dove into the delicious food displayed in front of them, Amelia squeezed Calum’s hand lightly, causing the boy to direct his attention to her with a slight curious raise of the eyebrows. She offered him a smile while leaning in to whisper, “Thank you.”

Lowering his eyebrows in confusion, Calum asked, “For what?”

Amelia swallowed before shifting in her seat, bringing her free hand to hold the side of Calum’s chiseled face, her nails scraping over the stubble lining his jaw. “I know you don’t believe in God so it—it means a lot that you prayed with us,” she said, showing her concern in the way her eyes darted between his in search of any uncomfort. It was all honest, his expression. That’s how he always was when it came to Amelia.

Calum, who had a hard time believing that this girl in front of him wasn’t just a figment of his imagination, reached up to grab the hand cupping his face and held it in his. He brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand as he spoke, “You know I’ll do anything for you, angel.” His words were kind and soft, lips still brushing over the skin on her hand as Amelia wore a delightful smile. The boy leaned in to place a kiss to her forehead, and Amelia was sure her cheeks were about to light on fire by the flame ignited deep below her skin. Calum pulled away from her, squeezing her hand. “Now let’s eat this delicious food that your mother spent hours slaving over, yeah?”

Amelia giggled, nodding in agreement as she let Calum dish her plate.

***

“Thank you for dinner once again, Mrs. Mannell,” Calum said as he placed a dirty dish on the counter near the sink. The older woman scoffed, hitting him lightly with the dish towel in her hands.

“Oh, please. ‘Mrs. Mannell’ makes me sound old. I told you to call me Marie.” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head before Calum let out a deep chuckle, apologizing. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you help me with the dishes.”

“It’s only fair.” The boy took the dish towel from Marie’s hands, moving to lean one hip against the counter while reaching into the soapy water that sat in the sink to pull out a clean plate. While the two of them worked together to wash the dishes, Marie rinsing and scrubbing while Calum dried and put away, they made small talk to fill the air before Amelia walked over.

“Makin’ him your slave, Mama?” The girl snaked her arms around Calum’s torso, burying her face in his clothed back and breathing in his woodsy, minty scent. Calum hummed as he smiled, bringing the towel he held to rub off some excess water pooling in the bowl he had in his opposite hand. “Give the boy a break; Cal had a long day driving.”

“Cal and I are actually having a great time,” Marie confided, a smirk playing on her lips while she glanced over at her daughter, who was staring up at her boyfriend. Amelia had her cheek pressed to Calum’s shoulder now, head tilted so her eyes could stare up at him adorably. Her mother stopped washing the plate she currently held, though the action was lost between the two smitten adults as they were too busy admiring one another, Calum’s hands absentmindedly drying the bowl he held while looking down at Amelia, and Amelia lost in the depths of Calum’s brown eyes. Mrs. Mannell couldn’t help but smile at the two love struck kids. “But it seems like you would appreciate it if I let you two be.”

Amelia’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she tore her gaze away from her boyfriend to look at her mother instead. Marie was already turning off the tap, giving her a daughter a wink before she exited the kitchen and left the couple alone. Amelia, who was convinced her face was on fire, looked back at Calum and grinned. “We’re alone now.”

“Good observation, baby,” Calum cooed. The girl giggled, slipping under Calum’s arm to instead wrap herself around him from the front. Calum backed them up so Amelia was pressed against the counter, her chin on his chest while she gazed up at him and his arms slung over her shoulders to keep her close. The boy hummed, swaying them back and forth lightly as he said, “I’m really glad we decided on Christmas here this year.”

“Yeah,” Amelia nodded. “Me too.” She paused, moving her head so her cheek was pressing against Calum’s chest as he held her. Amelia could feel his heart beating, closing her eyes as she tracked the auditory pattern that she found comfort in. Anything Calum, she found comfort in.

“You know,” Calum said, causing Amelia to lift her head to look at him. “My mum told me something, when we went down to Sydney in June.” Amelia hummed in response, urging him to go on. “She said she’s never seen me so happy.” He glanced down, brown eyes meeting blue while he spoke. “Said I’d be a fool not to promise myself that for the rest of my life.”

Smiling small, Amelia hummed. “Yeah?”

Calum paused for a moment while he collected his thoughts. He shuffled his feet before unraveling his arms from Amelia. The unknowing frown etching onto her face had Calum’s stomach in knots, but it wasn’t just her expression that was the cause of his nervousness. His hand moved to slip into the pocket of his black pants, his fingers finding the small ring and clenching it into his fist. Then he looked back up, taking an inhale. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Lia.”

Calum watched the expression change on the girl’s face, when it went from happy to confused, and then to shock as she fully processed the words he spoke.

“Amelia Elizabeth. . .” Calum barely had time to get down on one knee before Amelia saw the ring in his fingers and she lunged herself at the boy, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” The boy laughed as she buried her face in his neck, and he wrapped his own arms around her waist. She sat on his knee, engulfed wholly in him as Calum held her close, breathing in her scent and taking note of the entire moment. One he never wanted to forget.

After a few seconds, Amelia pulled away from him, continuing to sit on his knee but letting herself glance down. Calum took her left hand, holding it out as he slipped the gorgeous diamond ring on her finger. Amelia admired it for a moment, through teary eyes, before she looked back at Calum and cupped his face in both of her hands, pushing her lips against his. It wasn’t until Amelia’s brother came to grab a drink from the kitchen that they unraveled from each other, lips kissed and breaths short as they held each other.

Ian, who was refilling his glass of water, asked, “Why the fuck are you two so happy?”

“We’re getting married,” Amelia blurted as a wild smile fell across her face, and Ian nearly dropped his glass to the floor as he gaped at the newly-engaged couple. Amelia lifted her hand, showing off the beautiful ring.

“What—no fuckin’ way! Congrats!” He threw his arms around his sister, who fell into his embrace just out of Calum’s, and they shared a moment before Ian pulled away to give his sister’s new fiancé a hug as well. “Just now?”

He nodded. “Just now.”

“Well fuck,” Ian muttered as he stared at the two in disbelief, a wide smile across his face that his sister mirrored exactly. He reached down to hold Amelia’s hand, inspecting the ring before nodding in approval. “Sheesh. Nice goin’, Cal.”

The boy laughed as he draped an arm around his fiancee’s shoulders, only for the girl to turn and wrap her arms around his neck so she could drag him down to her level and kiss him again. They dispersed much quicker this time, considering Ian was there, and kept it PG as they joined the rest of the group in the living room to share the news.

***

It was around one in the morning when Calum and Amelia finally headed to bed. Mr. and Mrs. Mannell retired early along with Ian’s son, but the rest of them stayed up a while, sharing conversation. It wasn’t until Jo announced she should probably check on the baby that Ian realized he should be getting to bed, as did the rest of them.

“See you in the morning.” Amelia gave her younger sister a hug before the seventeen year old departed up the stairs, following behind Ian and Jo. Calum and Amelia disappeared downstairs after shutting off all the lights, and then the young couple, recently engaged, were left to their own devices.

“So,” Amelia mused as she shut the door behind her. Calum glanced over from where he was lifting his shirt off, and Amelia walked over to wrap her arms around his torso, feeling his skin warm under he touch as she smiled up at him. “How’d you like today?”

“Nothing short of perfect,” Calum said before he leaned down to press a sweet kiss to Amelia’s lips. The girl hummed, smiling as she fell into his touch, Calum’s hands moving to rest on the place where her neck met her shoulder on both sides.

“You know. . .” Amelia mumbled as she pulled back, her lips lingering on Calum’s while she fluttered open her eyes. Her hands moved around to press against his chest, nails tracing the patterns inked across his tan skin. Amelia’s eyes dropped to her hands, seeing the way the ring on her finger glimmered in the light of her bedroom. Then she looked back up at Calum, grinning wickedly. “I heard it’s unlucky not to have sex after you get engaged.” Laughing, Calum’s face broke out into an adorable smile, one that showed off his perfect teeth and pushed his cheeks up so high that his eyes crinkled at the sides. Amelia smiled too, the action contagious, before she wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

“Can I be honest with you?” Calum said between laughs, just as Amelia stepped away to unzip her suitcase. “I’m a little hesitant to make love to my girl when her parents are in the room above.”

Lifting her eyes to meet Calum’s, Amelia took in his words. After a brief moment, she nodded, a grimace etched on her face. “Yeah, actually. I. . . really do not want to have that talk in the morning.”

“But,” Calum said, a mischievous grin creeping across his lips as he walked over, pressing his hands to both of her cheeks and squishing her face as she giggled, “I think that just means you’ll have to be quiet.”

Peeling his hands away from her face, Amelia raised her eyebrows at him as she got to her feet. “What do you mean, me?”

“Well you’re gonna be the one screaming my name,” Calum mumbled, his voice husky as he reached down to lift the girl up by the back of her thighs. Amelia giggled, wrapping her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck. Calum set her down on her back on the bed, crawling over her as Amelia leaned her head back, feeling him bury his face in her neck.

“Is that a promise?”

***

Since Calum and Amelia arrived on the 23rd, they spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day at the Mannell residence. Christmas Eve was spent at the house, watching cheesy Hallmark movies and stuffing their faces full of sugar cookies, while Christmas day the group decided on going out later in the day. Ice skating, to be more specific.

“I’m gonna need someone to hold my hand,” said Ian as the twenty-seven year old man stood outside the rink, arms crossed. His wife and son were already skating about, along with Hanna, Amelia and Calum. The eldest sibling wasn’t too keen on skating, though—apparently he’d never learned how.

“You’re such a baby,” Hanna said as she stopped in front of the boards, reaching a hand out to her older brother. The man looked down at her gloved hand before sighing and placing his on top. Soon enough the entire family was on the ice, save for Mr. and Mrs. Mannell who opted to stay home this time.

“Didn’t know you were so good on the ice,” Calum observed as he trailed along with Amelia, who skated backwards on the ice so she could keep her eyes on her boyfriend. A small smile crept across the girl’s lips as she glanced down at the white skates expertly tied around her feet and ankles.

“I used to figure skate in high school,” she explained, looking back up at Calum. Then she placed her hand in his, her grey wool mitten covering his exposed fingers, and smiled sweetly. “You know, I was a bit hesitant coming to visit my family, but this time I’m really glad we’re spending Christmas with them.”

Calum chuckled at that, pulling his new fiancée closer to his chest. Amelia placed her mitted-hands on his chest, grabbing ahold of the lapels on the jacket he wore, and stared up at him admiringly as he said, “Me too, baby.” The boy dipped down, ducking his head to slant his lips over Amelia’s before there was a shriek let out and both of them pulled away, glancing over to see Ian on the ground, Hanna standing near as she held her stomach, doubling over in laughter.

“Oh God,” Amelia said with a snort, covering her mouth as she watched her brother roll around on the ice like a fish out of water. Hanna tried to help him up but ended up toppling over herself, laughing as she fell on top of Ian.

“Should we help them?” Calum asked while stifling back his own laughter, watching from the sidelines as Hanna and Ian attempted to get up, with help from the boards.

“They’re fine,” Amelia said, waving it off. Just as she turned back to face Calum, her foot caught into Calum’s skate as she tripped, falling into the boy as he wrapped a protective arm around her to catch the girl before she fell. The two began laughing, so hard that it hurt their stomachs as Calum let the girl down gently, watching as she dropped to the ice, holding her stomach while she cackled.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Calum said through laughter before Amelia reached up to grab his hand and pulled him down with her.

After everyone agreed that they were done skating, the group went to get some frozen yogurt at a shop nearby. They pulled two tables close so they could sit together, Jo, Ian and their boy on one side while Calum, Amelia and Hanna sat on the other. Calum had his arm draped over the back of Amelia’s chair as he poked at his ice cream, and Amelia sat with her right leg crossed over her left and her bowl of ice cream held in her hands as she lifted the spoon to her lips. Calum couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to her hand, where the beautiful diamond ring sat on her finger, glimmering in the sunlight that shone through the glass windows around them. The boy smiled, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes trailed back up to Amelia, who laughed at something her brother’s wife said before giving a response of her own. God, he was so in love with her.

“Gonna catch some flies, Cal,” Ian interrupted as he pulled the Maori boy from his thoughts, making him look over. No one else had heard, the words only made for Calum as his fiancée’s older brother smirked at him. Calum rolled his eyes, lifting his foot to kick the man in the shin lightly under the table. “If you were any other guy, I’d be beating your face in for looking at my sister like that.”

“We’re engaged, dumbass,” Calum drawled as he brought a spoonful of frozen yogurt to his lips, smiling small at the word. Engaged.

“That’s why I said, if you were any other guy.” Ian raised his eyebrows as he licked at his own ice cream cone. Calum chuckled, shaking his head small and lifting a hand to lay on Amelia’s back. His fingers danced across the leather jacket she wore—it was Calum’s but he insisted she wear it in case she got cold, but mainly because he knew how much she loved wearing his clothes, and how much he loved her wearing his clothes. Ian hummed, leaning across the table as he pointed a finger at the boy. “Break her heart and I’ll break your face, got it?”

“Brother bear comin’ out to play,” Calum said with a smirk, raising a singular eyebrow at the boy. Ian chuckled, and the unspoken agreement lingered in the air between the two boys. Calum and Ian were good friends and got along well since the first time they met, but Calum knew Ian would pick his sister over him in a heartbeat. He’d made it known that Amelia was the most important thing from the beginning, and Calum only seconded that.

“You guys wanna head back now?” Amelia asked, leaning back in her chair after finishing her cup of ice cream. She glanced back at Calum, who offered a sweet smile while rubbing his hand over her back, and then looked around the table as the rest of them nodded.

Calum watched as Amelia stood up along with the rest of them. He absentmindedly threw out his cup, eyes never leaving the girl when she did the same, or when she said something to Ian, or when she wrapped an arm around her younger sister as they all exited the store. Calum stared at Amelia, save for when he was driving since they’d taken his car considering the amount of seats, in awe of everything about her. His eyes kept flickering down to her hand, which looked so complete with the diamond ring on her finger that had cost Calum a fortune, but he didn’t care. It was worth it. That ring looked beautiful on her finger, and he hoped he’d never get to see it without.

“What’s up?” Amelia asked once they got home, all of them sitting around the living room as another Christmas movie played on the television. Calum only raised his eyebrows, playing dumb as he cocked his head to the side. “You were staring at me.”

“Oh.” Calum smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing.” His arm was draped around her shoulders as they sat together on the small love seat in the living room, her head previously on his shoulder before she realized his eyes burning holes into her.

“Kinda seems like something,” the girl pressed, her eyes daring as they challenged Calum’s. He chuckled, squeezing her shoulders tight before leaning down to press a kiss to her head.

Amelia smiled. Her head tilted up to look at Calum again, noting the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he looked down at her happily. He moved a hand down to tuck some hair behind her ear, leaving his fingers to hold her chin up to look at him and Amelia felt her eyes fall shut before Calum pressed his lips to hers softly.

“D’you wanna know something?” he whispered, pulling away slightly but leaving his lips lingering against hers. Amelia blushed, fluttering her eyes open to meet Calum’s warm brown irises before nodding. “My mum was right when she said you make me the happiest I’ve been.”

Amelia felt her skin flush with heat at the weight of his words. “Me too,” she whispered, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, gently rubbing her thumb over the stubble on his jaw before smiling. “You make me the happiest I’ve been.”

Calum smiled, leaning down to close the gap between them once again.

The contentfulness that Calum had been searching for all his life, the tranquility he always felt he needed, for his own satisfaction—he’d finally found it. And it was sitting right in front of him this entire time.

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What I’m Thankful For

Pairings: Meg/Gabe (pre-relationship) Dean/Cas (established, background) Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3600 Warnings: Mentioned Past Domestic Violence On Ao3 Written for @supernaturaltropecelebration‘s Thanksgiving Challenge

Despite it being difficult to get out of bed, Meg showed up early per Castiel’s request. She couldn’t let her best friend down, especially when it was his soup kitchen that got her back on her feet after escaping her ex. She marched into the small locker area where the volunteer staff kept their coats, putting her purse and jacket in the locker she shared with Cas. It was a little fuller than usual, a third coat was in there, besides Cas’ trench and Dean’s leather jacket.

Meg shrugged and closed the locker, making sure to close the lock with it as well. She pulled her long brown hair back into a bun that sat comfortably on the top of her head before heading out into the kitchen.

“Cassie, this isn’t my first rodeo. I know how to bake a damn pie.” Meg stood back and crossed her arms over her chest. Cas hated the nickname ‘Cassie,’ and only their friend Balthazar was allowed to get away with it. This man - short, brown-haired, and the kind of smile lines that indicate a constant shit-eating grin - was quite the opposite of Bal. “You can give me some room to breathe.”

“I know, Gabriel. But we have different rules to follow as a non-profit.” Cas looked up, and his blue eyes found Meg. “Oh, thank God. Someone who will actually listen to me.”

Meg smirked. “Not a chance, Clarence.” She opened her arms as Cas came in for a hug and accepted it warmly. “Now, I will offer my services in an area that you determine.”

Cas quickly mouthed I’m Sorry before speaking out loud. “Think you can help out on the pie tins?” He pointed over his shoulder.

“You want me to babysit a newbie?” Meg glanced over at the man - Gabriel, Cas had said - who offered her a little wave. “Where’s Dean-O? The pies are his thing?”

“He’s fixing a couple of broken tables. That’s why I begged you to not sleep in and come in early.” Cas frowned. “We’re not sure what happened, but Sam’s here too, helping him fix it.”

Gabriel popped over and offered his hand to Meg. “Since Cassie here isn’t introducing me, I’m Gabe, his older brother.”

“What?” Meg looked at Cas while taking Gabe’s hand. “Brother? Clarence, I’ve known you for how many years? This is the first I’ve heard of a brother.”

“You never asked.” Cas shrugged. “Can you please make sure he follows protocol for how we have to make pies? Please. I can go get the other foods going, and when Dean is done, he can take over the pies, and you can help me out.”

Meg eyed Gabriel up and down before nodding. “Yeah. I’ve tamed worse beasts.”

“Excuse me?” Gabriel’s eyebrow raised up in defiance, a trait clearly shared by the two brothers. “No one can tame this.” He struck a traditional strongman’s pose, earning a scoff from both Meg and Cas. “Fine, don’t acknowledge a good thing when you see it.”

“Go, Cas. I’ll see if we can’t knock these out before Dean even finishes fixing things.” Meg gently pushed Cas toward the other side of the kitchen, before turning to wash her hands and put on a pair of gloves.

“You know, I told Cassie that I know how to bake. I don’t need you babysitting me.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. You work in a bakery, you get up every morning at 4 am to start the dough, and then you get the pies started so that they’re ready when the bakery opens at 6 am?”

“Yes! You get it!” Gabriel gestured excitedly.

“No, you don’t get it.” Meg crossed back to the dessert table and stood in Gabriel’s bubble. He may have had a couple of inches on her, but she easily made him back up from her presence alone. “Running a bakery and running a soup kitchen are two different things.

“We don’t have the resources to make a million different loaves of bread and a million different desserts. We don’t have the luxury of having a dessert case where you can have gluten-free next to nut-free next to kosher. We get one, maybe two types of pies if we’re lucky, and we have to label every single thing that’s in it.” Meg poked Gabriel’s chest, causing him to step back further. “You trying to get the health department to storm down on your brother’s hard work?”

Gabriel, surprisingly, kept his mouth shut and shook his head no.

“I didn’t think so.” Meg backed up and turned back to the table. “Did you make this dough, or is it Dean’s?”

“That batch was here when I got here, so I assume Dean’s.” Gabriel stepped next to Meg and held out his hand. “I was about to start rolling it out when Cassie started having a conniption fit.”

Meg looked at the prep table and nodded. “Yeah, ‘cause you were about to use a different type of flour than was used in the pie.” She grabbed the bag of flour and held it up. “Yes, pastry flour is what’s preferred, but Dean actually uses all-purpose flour cut with tapioca flour in his dough. We get free all-purpose flour donated constantly, and tapioca flour is cheap in bulk.”

“Then why even have the pastry flour?” Gabe rolled his eyes.

“Used for sheet cakes when we make them.” Meg walked the pastry flour back to the cupboard where the flours were stored and grabbed out a mixture stored in an airtight container. “We have huge trays to make the sheet cakes, and the pastry flour makes the batter lighter, so we need less of it to fill the tray and still get a big cake.” Meg shrugged at Gabe’s surprised look. “What? I listen.”

“I’m just impressed that you know so much.” Gabe took the flour mix from Meg. “You’re very protective of this…” Gabe spun his finger around to indicate the kitchen. “...this whole ordeal, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

“Why? I don’t see an ankle monitor on you, and you don’t seem like the type of girl who would be caught dead helping out people.” Gabe spread some flour on the prep table before rubbing some onto the rolling pin.

Meg crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I can see how you’re not like Clarence. Assume much?”

“What can I say? I like making an ass out of you and me.” Gabe winked and started rolling out the dough. “Okay, you really didn’t like that. Let’s just say, I’ve seen the people who have come into this soup kitchen, and except for Dean, who’s here because he’s Cassie’s hubby, most of them look like…”

“If you want to keep breathing, finish that sentence.” Meg grabbed a can opener and pointed it threateningly at Gabe.

“Tough subject?” Gabe eyed the tool before looking at Meg. “Sorry if I hit a nerve there, short stack.”

“Who are you calling short? I’m at least close to the right height for a female.” Meg started opening cans of pumpkin puree. “Clearly, your parents gave all the miracle grow to Clarence.”

“Half-siblings.”

Meg looked up from her task. “What?”

“Cassie is my younger brother through our father. But we don’t share the same mom. It’s why he’s taller. Got it from his mom’s side.” Gabe checked the dough thickness before rolling it out some more. “I didn’t even know he existed until he was 16.”

“Makes sense, I hear your dad is a douche.”

“He wasn’t always. He used to be a good father. Even after he left my mom, he tried to be active in my and Michael’s life. Then one day, he disappeared completely. Wasn’t until Cassie and Anna showed up on our doorstep asking if Chuck Shurley was our father. Then introduced themselves as our siblings did we actually hear anything about him.”

“Clarence’s last name is Novak,” Meg stated, her voice hinting at an unspoken question.

“His mother was smart and never married my father. So that’s why he and Anna are Novaks, and Michael and me are Shurleys.” Gabe laughed, a short, cruel bark. “Michael uses that as the excuse as to why he doesn’t want anything to do with Cas and Anna. I think he’s just mad that the old man had another family.”

Silence fell over the kitchen as Gabe finished rolling out the dough and started to line the pie tins. Meg watched him out of the corner of her eye as she mixed the pie filling together. Gabe had become sullen and withdrawn as he worked, and Meg started to feel a hint of regret at her treatment. When the silence became too much for her to bear, she spoke up.

“I used to come here when I was hungry.” Gabe stopped and looked at Meg, who focused on the pie filling. “About six years ago, I left an abusive relationship. My ex, he uh, he pushed it too far. I managed to escape, and I ran with only the clothes on my back, my purse, and my car.”

Gabe looked back at the pie tins in front of him and slid them over to Meg. She took that as a sign to continue. “I was able to check into a hotel for the night, I guess he assumed that I would come back home. When I didn’t, he canceled the credit card, and I had to leave.” Meg grabbed the tins and placed them in an oven to parbake the crust. “I only had about fifty dollars cash on me. The closest woman’s shelter wouldn’t take me ‘cause I had a car when some women didn’t even have that. Didn’t matter that it was 40 fucking degrees out, and they had four open beds.”

“So, you slept in your car?” Gabe inquired, as he started to roll out the excess dough.

“Yeah, and I don’t know why I’m still going.”

“Why you’re still going with the story?” Gabe paused as he chewed on his words. “Or why you’re still going on in life?”

“Life got better, clearly. Why I’m still going with the story” Meg took a taste of the pie filling and wrinkled her nose. “I swear, Dean is magic or something. This shit is disgusting until he’s done with it.”

“It tastes better baked. The heat makes the spices bloom, and permeate through the pureed pumpkin.” Gabe lined two more pie tins and let them sit on the table. “Please don’t tell me you’re one of those girls that get all into pumpkin spice season and says that you love pumpkin.”

Meg looked down at herself then glared at Gabe. “You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“You never know. Cassie is a sucker for–”

“Caramel macchiatos with an extra shot of espresso and extra whipped cream. Yeah. I know.” Meg rolled her eyes and crossed to the oven to pull out the first batch of pie crusts. “But no, I’m a coffee hot and black type of gal.”

“Sounds like your life, to be honest.” Gabe walked over and popped in another two pie tins to parbake. “So, you never did say how Cassie came into your life.”

“I did.”

Gabe closed the oven and looked at Meg. “I must have missed that.”

“Told you, I came here when I was hungry.” Meg shrugged. “There was no judgment, no turning me away cause I had a cell phone and a leather jacket.”

“Places did that?”

Meg nodded and looked over to the door that led to the serving line and dining room. “Castiel never questioned. Never asked for anything.” Meg blushed. “He said he saw through all my thorny pain and that I was beautiful.”

“Can definitely agree with the beautiful part.”

“What?” Meg sputtered, her head whipping to look back at Gabe. “Excuse me?”

“I agree that you’re a gorgeous gal. Don’t have to be blind to see that.” Gabe counted the pie tins, as though he were trying to change the subject. “Is eight pies enough?”

“Nope.” Meg carefully popped the p. “Dean’ll make more pie dough when he comes back.” Meg took a deep breath, debating on if she should even keep going on the original subject. “I wasn’t beautiful when we first met. I was still scarred and bruised.”

Gabe leaned back against a table that wasn’t being used. “Have you moved on? Are you stronger for your pain?”

“What kind of question is that?” The timer went off, and Meg crossed to the oven to pull out two more crusts. Gabe came in behind her and placed two more in the oven.

“A serious one. Color me curious.”

Meg bit her bottom lip and thought for a second. “I’m grateful for my second chance. For my new friends, and the possibility of being considered family by them.” She set the pies on the table. “I’m scared that something will go wrong, that I’ll just become a punching bag again.” Meg held up a finger as Gabe started to speak. “I know Clarence and Dean aren’t like that. Sam’s a good guy, and Eileen is a sweetheart. Charlie is a doll, and I think she’s found happiness with Kara.”

“Well, that’s interesting.” Gabe raised an eyebrow at Meg.

“What is?”

“You mentioned three couples. I know, for a fact, they all have single friends.” Gabe leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his fists. “You want what they have, but are letting your ex haunt you.”

Meg glared at Gabe. “You a shrink now, too?”

“Nope. But been to enough of them to figure out how to psychoanalyze someone.” Gabe started scooping some of the pie filling into a cooled crust. “Am I wrong?”

Before Meg could answer, the door swung open, and Cas and Dean entered the kitchen. “Cas, when did you sneak out?”

“When you started going on about the types of flour. I didn’t want to be a witness if you murdered Gabriel.” Cas winked. “I got all the hot trays going, water is in, and the pans are in. How are the pies?”

…

The rest of the prep went easier with Cas and Dean in the kitchen. Not only because it freed Meg from baking duty with Gabe, but because talking about the awkward subject of her feelings stopped. As Meg carried out a tray of green bean casserole to the hot plate, she stopped to ask Cas a question.

“Cas, we’re friends, right?”

“I would hope so after almost six years.” He smiled at her and tilted his head. “If this is about asking you to partner with Gabe, I’m sorry. I just needed someone I could trust to make sure he didn’t get us in trouble.”

“It’s not that, well, not completely.” Meg rubbed the back of her neck. “Are you two close?”

Cas nodded slowly. “Why?”

“He explained to me about how you two met, and I didn’t know if that was okay…”

“Huh.” Cas looked up and smiled at the door to the kitchen before looking back at Meg. “He doesn’t tell anyone that. You must have made an impression on him.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Should I be? I mean, it’s no secret, and we’ve been on good terms for the past… 18 years or so?”

Meg nodded slightly and started walking back towards the kitchen door. She stood on tiptoe and looked through the window. “You just never mentioned him.”

“He doesn’t live around here, and it’s the first time since Dean and I got married that he’s been in the area.” Cas walked up and joined her. “I think he wants to move to the area, now that his mom has passed.”

“You mean his and Michael’s mom?” Meg toed the line slightly, seeing how far she could push. “He didn’t mention that.”

“Yeah, he and Michael are on the outs, and he wanted to be with family for thanksgiving. You know, Naomi knew about us. She didn’t want to meet Anna or me and was pissed when we showed up on her doorstep. I thought Michael was going to kill us. Gabriel is the only one who showed us any kindness.” He looked down at Meg and smiled. “We never wanted to disrupt their lives, we just wanted to meet our brothers. Our dad had said how kind Michael and Gabe were. I don’t know what we expected.” He pushed the door open. “After you.”

Dean smirked at their entrance. “You two done spying?”

“Only if you finished the pies.” Cas walked up and kissed Dean’s cheek, causing his husband to blush.

“Almost, Angel.”

Gabe shook his head. “You guys need help carrying anything out?”

“Just the last few trays, and then we can start cooking the other ones and open the doors,” Cas commented. “Gabe, grab the mashed potatoes, Meg, if you could get the gravies.”

The pair did as requested and found themselves alone again out on the serving line. As Meg showed him where to set the tray, she found herself looking Gabe over with an appraising eye.

“You’re not going to set up and run, are you?”

Gabe set the tray in and turned to look at her, smiling. “You know, this morning you couldn’t wait to get rid of me, now you’re asking if I’m going to stay?”

“I mean…” Meg felt the heat rising up in her cheeks. “Clarence mentioned that you haven’t been in the area for a while. The last time was when he married Dean, so what’s that? Like eight years?”

“Something like that.” Gabe nodded. “I never lost touch with him, or Anna, if that’s what you’re asking. Skype and Facebook and texting, I didn’t want to lose my siblings.”

“Well, I know you’re not going to Anna’s, at least not yet. She’ll be here in about a half-hour.” Meg took a deep breath. “So stay?”

The door swung open, and Dean brought out pie slices on plates. “You two just sitting around? Need to get the last tray and the turkey and the ham out. Once the carving station is up, Sam’s going to open the doors.” Dean rushed back into the kitchen.

“I swear, those two have a knack for entering in the middle of a conversation.” Gabe looked over at Meg. “I’ll stay on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Meg’s face twisted into confusion.

“What are your plans after this?”

Meg laughed hysterically. “Going home and sleeping.” She paused and offered a sad smile when Gabe frowned. “I’m not turning you down, Gabe. But once they open those doors, you’ll understand why Anna and Cas are going to order takeout and just watch movies tonight.”

“Join us?”

“That’s not up to you,” Meg smirked as she turned Gabe around and pushed him back into the kitchen.

…

Five turkeys, three hams, many pounds of mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, corn, several dozen dinner rolls, and 16 pies later, the group watched as the last few people left the dining room. Sam wished them all a good night and locked the door behind them.

“We did it!” Cas cheered as he hugged Dean. “Another year down, another successful Thanksgiving.” Dean planted a kiss on top of Cas’ head. He continued, “Thank you, everyone, to our return staff,” he nodded towards Meg, Anna, Sam, and Eileen, “and to our newest members.” He gently bowed his head toward Gabe and a few others that Meg never bothered to learn their names. She knew that unless they came back on a non-holiday, they’d never be back again.

“We appreciate everything you guys did to make sure the crowd was well fed, kept warm, and entertained.” Cas smiled. “There are leftover plates being made by Donna and Jody in the back if you want to take one with you. Otherwise, you all free to go.”

Meg smiled and leaned back against the cold case that housed the drinks. She closed her eyes for a moment when she sensed someone walking up to her. Gabe. “What do you want, Trouble?” Meg asked without opening her eyes.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Besides you just confirming?” Meg cracked an eye and peeked at Gabe. His previously styled coif was laying flat from the combination of hairnet and sweat, and his eyes, despite showing signs of exhaustion, were sparkling with mischief. “I had a feeling.”

“I didn’t realize we had grown close enough for you to be able to sense me.”

“Call it intuition then.” She closed her eyes again. “What did you want?”

Gabe moved closer and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Will you join me this evening?”

“Told you, that’s not my call.” Meg opened her eyes. “I’m not intruding on Cas and Dean’s thanksgiving tradition.

“Yes, you are, Meg,” Dean called over. “Gabe already asked if he could bring someone.”

Cas nodded in confirmation. “You are always welcome, Meg. You’re family.” He looked at Gabe. “I’m sorry it took Gabe pointing out that we’ve never asked you what you do for Thanksgiving.”

“I never wanted to impose.” Meg shrugged and looked at Gabe. “I still don’t want to impose.”

“You’re coming as family per Cas, and even if that weren’t the case, he said I could bring a guest.” Gabe held out his hand. “Come on, Short Stack.”

Meg hesitantly took Gabe’s hand and allowed herself to be pulled to a standing position. She raised an eyebrow in question. “What’s the catch?”

“None. Unless by the end of the evening, you don’t want to go on a date with me.” Gabe winked. “In full admission that I’m going to sound completely cheesy, I am thankful for meeting you today.”

#supernatural trope celebration: thanksgiving #spncreatorsdaily #spnpetra #spn #spn fic #rating: t #tw: mentioned domestic violence (past)#megriel #pre relationship #meg x gabriel #nickel writes

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river1983 · 5 years

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Prompt #13

Requested by @american-phycho , thank’s for the request! (sorry this took longer than usual--I had a lot of debate prep and school to catch up gahhh im sorry)

I’m really sorry if this isn't what you’re looking for, but I did this in a AU where they didn’t hunt and Castiel wasn't an angel, basically domestic Destiel. I’m really sorry if this isn’t my best work, I was a bit stuck on this one! Its also really short god im all over the place im sorry. (Also, I used the prompt a little differently, but it’s inherently the same thing. I hope that’s fine!)

Ship: Destiel (yall really love this ship) (it’s fine I do too lmao)

“Yeah, well, I have light up sneakers!”

Dean snuggled up against Castiel’s chest, snoring slightly as Cas woke up.

“Dean,” Castiel muttered in his tired voice. “We have to get up and do Christmas shopping.”

Dean groaned and held onto him tighter. “mmm, but you’re warm.”

Castiel smiled, running his hands through his husband’s hair. “Dean, I’ll make you breakfast.”

Dean shot up at that, making Castiel laugh as he got out of bed.

It was the middle of December, Dean and Castiel’s favorite month. The two had gotten engaged on Christmas after 7 years together, and have been married for 4 years. Castiel had always loved the holiday; the traditions, joy, and overall theme of Christmas always made him happy. Dean liked it because it reminded him of Castiel, and their journey together. He had hated it at first, but Castiel had managed to turn him around.

Dean arrived in the kitchen as Castiel finished making his plate, handing it to him and a fork.

“You, Cas, are amazing.” He said as he dug into his food.

Castiel laughed and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Love you too.”

He pulled himself on the counter as Dean ate, and started telling him the plans for today.

“Well, first we have to go to the grocery store to pick up things to make Christmas dinner with, then we have to go to the mall to pick up gifts for Charlie, Sam, Jo, Benny...”

Dean listened with a smile on his face. He watched Castiel’s face light up as he talked about their plans for the day, and his happiness was contagious.

“Alright Dean? We’re leaving in an hour.”

Dean nodded, setting his now clean plate in the sink and wrapping his arms around Castiel, nuzzling his face into his shoulder. “Love you.”

Castiel let his hands fall on Dean’s shoulders, smiling as he kissed him on the lips. “Love you too, Dean.”

He separated himself from his lover, smiling behind his shoulder. “I’m going to shower--wash the dishes!”

Dean smiled as he nodded. “Sure, Cas.”

Dean and Castiel walked around the grocery store, cart half full already with items, some unnecessary (Castiel had shaken his head when Dean put three different pies in the cart. “You’re gonna get diabetes.” He had said with a shake of his head. Dean shrugged and smiled before continuing to push the cart.) and some for the Christmas dinner they were going to make.

Cas stared at Dean while he was in his element. Dean had always loved cooking. While he and Cas were dating, he brought over food he had made for Castiel to try, eager to hear his feedback. Castiel smiled at the memory as he looked fondly at his husband.

Dean was looking through the cheeses to put into his macaroni, when he caught Castiel looking at him.

"What?" Dean asked as he picked up the smoked gouda and cheddar and putting them in the cart.

"Nothing. I just like seeing you do something that makes you happy." Cas responded, putting his hands on the cart again.

"Cas you sap." Dean said with a smile, kissing Castiel lightly on the cheek.

The couple had started shopping for their friends and siblings. They had already gotten gifts for Sam (a book he wanted and a new suit), Charlie (tickets to the nearest Con, a mini TARDIS keychain, and a sword for her cosplay character), Gabriel (a huge basket of candy), Benny (a jersey from his favorite team and a football), and Jo (a pocket knife and a new vinyl). They just needed to get gifts for each other.

"Okay, Dean. We have to seperate so we can get gifts for each other."

Dean nodded. "Okay Ca--woah!!"

Dean gravitated towards a shoe store, looking at the light up sneakers in the window. Cas looked at him like he grew two heads.

"Dean...those have been there for years."

"That doesn't make it less cool." His face was so childlike it was hard for Cas not to laugh.

"Dean, they're for children."

"They have adult sizes." Dean said, pointing to a sign he saw in the store."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Dean, no."

Dean turned, his green puppy eyes activated. "Why not?"

Cas had to laugh, kissing Dean on the nose. "Dean, do you know how strange it would be if you bought a pair of light up sneakers?"

Dean shrugged. "I guess." He paused. "Alright, lets split."

It was Christmas day, and everyone was having a great time. Everyone loved their gifts, loved the food, and was overall having a great time.

Dean and Cas sat next together, leaning on each other as they laughed along with jokes, holding hands. Sam sat with Gabriel, scolding him for eating too many sweets, and Charlie, Jo, and Benny were having a drinking contest.

Castiel tapped on Dean's shoulder.

"I have one more present for you."

He got up and went into their bedroom. Dean followed him with an raised eyebrow.

Castiel handed Dean a present with a huge smile on his face, eyes twinkling.

Dean hesitantly ripped off the paper and opened the box. His smile made Castiel's day.

"Really?" Dean looked up. "You actually got me these?"

Inside the box were the same light up sneakers Dean had liked in the store, perfectly placed in the box.

"Yeah," Cas breathed, now a little worried. "Was it...just a joke when you said it?"

"No, Cas." He kissed Castiel's lips firmly, hugging him tightly. "Thank you."

Castiel smiled, kissing him gently. "Merry Christmas, Dean."

"Merry Christmas, Castiel."

Im so sorry...I've been really stressed out with my debate stuff lol. I hope this was okay!

-river

#fanfiction #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #fluff?#all fluff #dean and cas #deancas fic #dean winchester #deancas #castiel #dean and castiel #prompt #prompts #jada writes stuff

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guarding-rose · 6 years

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Glad you liked the merlin-magnus switch idea. Usually I have tons of ideas but not enough time or inspiration to write it, so I'm honestly glad you liked it and want to write it

Link Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15354291

Keep Reading to well…keep reading it here! Thank you so much, I had a blast writing this!!!

“Merlin, hurry up! We’re going to be late to our own feast!” Arthur dropped his head back against the door to their quarters, glaring at the guard next to him who tried to stifle a laugh. “I will leave without you!”

He sighed when no reply came and turned around to head back into their room.

“You’re not Merlin.”

“Astute observation. Honestly, should have realised where I was as soon as I saw the colour scheme. Nice to see you again, Arthur.”

Alec was exhausted. Bone deep weariness was causing everything to ache. Even his Angel-damned toes were aching and he hadn’t even known that was possible. It probably shouldn’t be possible. He dropped his bow onto his desk and slumped into his chair, sighing in relief as he leaned back. Soon enough Magnus would arrive to take him home to have dinner. Maybe he’d ask to put a film on, one that he could fall asleep listening to whilst curled up with Magnus on the sofa. That’d be nice.

He smiled to himself, playing the evening out in his head as he took a minute to breathe.

“Alec!”

Alec groaned in protest but stood up as fast as his legs would allow and opened the door just as Jace reached him. “What is it now?”

“I uh- well, you see, it’s a bit complicated.” Jace’s brows were pulled together, Alec had known his parabatai long enough to know when he was trying to paint a prettier picture than reality presented.

“What have you done now, Jace? Do I need to grab a weapon?”

“Woah, what’s with the instant assumption that it’s my fault?”

“Is it?”

“No!” Jace cried, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically before grabbing Alec by the wrist and all but dragging him to the training room.

“Jace,” Alec came to a halt in the open doorway and pulled his wrist back, hand paused halfway to the hilt of the dagger strapped to his thigh, “who’s that?”

A man, roughly the same height as Magnus with similarly coloured black hair stood against the far wall with Izzy seemingly frozen in place, whip caught mid-air. He wore a brown jacket over a purple shirt, complete with a neckerchief of all things and no shoes; his blue eyes darted over to take in Alec, who was quickly trying to decide how best to diffuse the situation. The man was familiar in a strange way, like Alec had seen him in the streets often but never bothered to introduce himself, but also clearly a warlock, without any obvious warlock mark.

“Where am I?” The man asked, golden eyes flicking between the three Lightwood siblings.

Jace threw an arm out, as if to say ‘see-what-I-mean’. “One minute me and Iz are sparring when Magnus waltzes in asking where you are, all normal and then poof, Magnus is gone and this dude is freaking about! Izzy tried to uh…well, you can see how well that went.”

Alec nodded, squinting at the stressed Man’s face. There was something familiar about his clothes as well, that combination of colours maybe? He shook his head, it would have to wait.

“Let my sister go and we can talk. Peacefully.” He held his hands up in a show of surrender and took a couple of steps into the room, Jace at his back following Alec’s lead.

“Tell me where I am first. Where’s Arthur?”

“Arthur?”

Realisation hit Alec like a brick. “Oh for the love of- you’re Merlin Emrys, aren’t you?” Magnus had a couple of photos up around the apartment of himself and Merlin and a blond man Magnus had named as Arthur. “Magnus told me some stories about you, I met Arthur once too. When you were in Magnus’ study working on some spell or something.”

He’d walked into their apartment to find a stranger fixing himself a cup of coffee, a second mug filled to the brim with tea next to the kettle. Alec was used to coming home to find Magnus still occupied with clients but normally his boyfriend would give him a bit of warning. Alec had put away his gear before introducing himself. He remembered how he’d been struck by how old his eyes looked compared to the young body and face, those eyes had held centuries of pain and wisdom and life. Magnus had poked his head out of the study upon hearing Alec’s voice and beckoned him over for a hello kiss, thoroughly distracting him from asking anymore questions.

“You know Arthur? How? Who are you people? I don’t know a Magnus.” Merlin seemed wary still but less like he wanted to freeze them all on the spot.

“Alec, you know him?” Jace asked, voice pitched just that little bit higher than normal belying his intimidating facade.

“Let our sister go, and we can fix this. Please, Merlin.”

Merlin looked over at Izzy again at last, he looked a bit surprised to see her there still. They watched as he muttered something and his eyes flashed a darker gold before fading to blue. Izzy’s whip dropped to the floor and she stumbled forward a step, swearing a mile a minute in outrage.

****

“How do you know my name? What have you done with my husband?” Arthur thought about shouting for help, alerting the guard outside, but the man currently standing out like a sore thumb in his maroon jacket and extremely tight fitting trousers didn’t seem like much of a threat.

He was adorned with more jewellery than he’d seen any man wear and his hair… Arthur assumed it must be magic that had coloured the tips of his hair an almost matching dark red.

“Oh goodie, this is going to be fun to explain.” The man murmured to himself before walking past Arthur to sit on his table. “I- who’s Merlin to you currently, husband did you say?”

“What does that matter to you? Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here before I draw my blade.” Arthur dropped his voice low, threatening.

The man rolled his eyes. “My name is Magnus, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Arthur. Again. I can’t explain why I’m here until you answer my question.”

“You do realise I’m your King? I don’t have to answer any question unless I see fit.”

“Oh, god. I wish Merlin was here to have heard you say that.” Magnus said with a chuckle, seemingly unaware, or at least unconcerned, with how thin Arthur’s patience was starting to run.

“I won’t ask again.”

“Nice to know you’ve always been a bossy prat. I think, and I can’t say this for certain, that Merlin and I had a little magical mix-up and have managed to swap places.” He waved a hand, complete with what looked like dark blue nails, dismissively. “It’s fine. I’ll figure out how to swap us back in no time, or Merlin will first.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re a sorcerer. You mixed up a spell and now Merlin is trapped in some other world?”

“Ah, no. No. I know you two in the future, which leads me to believe that this is more of a…time travel incident as well as an issue with having moved in space too. And trust me, my boyfriend is not going to be too happy about this either. We were meant to have dinner. I was going to cook and everything.”

“I-…You- What?” Arthur let himself be helped into a chair, a headache was beginning to stop him from even trying to wrap his head round the situation.

“What are you all dressed up for? Had a date with Merlin?”

****

“Arthur is going to kill me.”

Alec frowned at Merlin’s distressed statement, yet again thrown for a loop as the man buried his head in his hands. They had moved to Alec’s office for some better privacy; Izzy stood by the door, prepped to send anyone who came knocking away whilst Jace had been pulled away by Clary.

“Um. I’m sorry about that?”

“No, I’m sorry, I know that I should probably start focusing on getting back and getting your…?”

“Magnus. My boyfriend.”

“Right, getting Magnus back. But I was already running late, I’m not even dressed yet!”

“You look pretty dressed to me, sadly.” Izzy commented, throwing a wink his way causing her brother to roll his eyes.

Merlin flushed, coughing loudly before clearing his throat; Alec shot Izzy a reproachful look before offering to fetch their guest a drink.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Merlin waved him away. “And um, thanks I think for the uh interest, miss, but I’m already married. Happily. Well, maybe not so happily now I’m so utterly late for my own anniversary.”

“Anniversary of what?”

“Oh, just my coronation.”

****

“Why don’t you just go to your feast or whatever, Arthur. I can’t focus with you flitting about over my shoulder.” Magnus grit his teeth as Arthur sat down again. Then stood up to restart his pacing.

“I can’t very well turn up to a celebration for Merlin’s coronation without Merlin.”

“Isn’t it also your wedding anniversary then?” Magnus asked, giving up on trying to get some peace and quiet.

Arthur froze near the window. “Ah, right. Well, it is as far as the people know.”

“Arthur, how long have you lied to your kingdom? I never thought you’d have it in you, Merlin definitely but not you with your ridiculously royal responsibilities.” Magnus teased, clicking his fingers together to produce one of the spell books he knew Merlin had kept since his time in Camelot.

“We aren’t lying! How dare you-”

“Oh you’re threatening now, there’s the Arthur I know.”

“Merlin and I are married! We did get married in front of the kingdom this day three years ago. We just, were married by the druids a bit before that.”

“How long before?” Magnus asked, genuinely curious.

“We’ve been married for five years, together for seven. Happy now? How long until you can,” Magnus’ eyebrows rose as Arthur did a very good impression of Alec’s own gesture for his magic, “get Merlin back?”

****

“How long until you think you can get Magnus back?”

“You’re almost as bad as Arthur! Go talk to your sister or something. Your little glass thing keeps flashing so that’s gotta be important.”

****

“I can’t cast the spell if you’re standing looking over my shoulder, Arthur.”

“Oh, right right. Sorry.”

****

“Well, it was lovely meeting you, Alec.”

Alec shook Merlin’s outstretched hand with a smile. “The same to you, I’ll be sure to ask you about this next time we meet.”

“I’m sure I’ll like that. That’s such a weird thing to say.”

****

“Goodbye Arthur, hope your evening looks up from here.”

“Thanks.”

Magnus rolled his eyes at Arthur’s crossed arms and skeptical frown and started the spell.

****

Alec didn’t actually see Merlin disappear or Magnus appear. In the blink of an eye they’d switched. Magnus slumped back against the coffee table, only stopped from sitting on the cluttered table by Alec’s supporting embrace.

“I missed you.” Magnus whispered, curling into Alec’s body without a moment’s hesitation.

“We can just order takeaway tonight, I think we’ve done enough to deserve it.”

“You are an actual angel, darling.”

“Says you.” Alec said shyly, pulling Magnus into a soft kiss.

****

“You aren’t even dressed?” Arthur cried, albeit after practically squeezing the life out of Merlin.

“What a pleasant reunion this is. Remind me why I came back?” Merlin griped but couldn’t and didn’t try to stop from smiling as he wrapped his arms behind his husband’s neck.

“You love me really.” Arthur murmured, pressing soft kisses across Merlin’s cheeks.

“Mhmm, maybe.”

#merthur #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #merlin #arthur #fanfic #fanfiction #Guardian_Rose #prompt #reply #anon #anon ask

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starchildsteven · 7 years

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Okay rather than describe them I just kinda put them in here but I feel bad because two are spoiler for you. And they are long.

5.“I’m gonna be able to eat as this place right?” Josh moaned practically dragging his feet.

“The food isn’t gonna be poisoned,” she reassured him trying not to giggle at his antics, “But if it makes you feel any better they also serve fish there. I can’t speak for the quality of it though as I’ve never gotten it.”

“It’s meat though right?” he asked as if this might be a trick of some sort, “Not like imitation or tofu with flavoring or something like that? It’s like actually real meat?”

“Yes, Josh,” she said with a cold straight face, “It is actually the dead carcass of an animal that was going to have a full beautiful life but couldn’t because it was bred and forced to live in captivity in a space far too small and then murdered viciously with no remorse before it got the chance.“

“Oh good,” he sighed, “Cause you know if it had frolicked and been all happy and shit I don’t think I’d be able to enjoy it buttered, breaded and toasted up.”

4. “I think that this would work,” she purred though she didn’t mean to. It just kind of happened as a result of this position.

“What?” Chris asked in a whisper, his ears glowing red.

“For sex,” she explained, “We could have sex like this.”

Chris’ eyes went wide. He dropped her leg and backed away from her so quickly he tripped in the sand and fell onto his butt. She felt kinda bad about it but she laughed as she herself stumbled a little against the beam because he had let her go. He quickly fumbled onto his feet and started to smack his rear end clean of sand. She covered her mouth as she laughed at him.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, you just took me by surprise” Chris said not looking at her and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” she said trying to suppress her laughter, “I thought showing you would answer your question better than telling you.

”“Huh?”

“Your question about where people go to hook up during parties like this,” Ashley clarified.

“Oh,” Chris sighed out… in disappointment? “Right my question. Yeah.”

“Oh my god,” Ashley giggled, “Chris, did… did you think I actually wanted to have sex?”

“No,” he said sounding hurt, “Of course not. No! That would be stupid of me to think that. Why would… why would I think that?”

3. This is a spoiler for you: Jess’ eyes lit up wondering where the girl’s sudden change in attitude was coming from until she continued talking, “But tell me why you want to go to Madison first. I’m not going to help you for a stupid reason. It’s a waste of my time and yours.”

She probably just wanted to know why Jess wanted into her fancy prep school so she could make fun of her. Jess didn’t know how anyone could be so cruel. Had she even actually found anything in Jess’ application that would get her into the school? The idea of starting high school completely alone in a year was awful. Everyone in her school already had their friends. She’d be the weird lonely girl whose friends left her behind to go to a big fancy school. She hoped Emily had a human nature to appeal to.

“I don’t want to be left alone,” Jess confess collapsing back in her chair across from Emily.Emily’s entire demeanor seemed to soften at that. She took off her glasses and leaned forward on the table in what appeared to be interest. She rested her elbow on the table and motioned her hand at Jess.

“Go on,” she encouraged in the gentlest voice Jess had heard from her yet.

“My old best friend Sam,” Jess found herself explaining and feeling tears finally slip from her eyes, “She has a new best friend. Her name is Hannah and she has this brother and sister, Josh and Beth and this friend named Chris. They’re all really cool except Chris, but he’s alright too I guess. They’ve been my friends for the last year. We all hang out all the time and it’s great. We’re all in the same grade at school and we all have lunch together and have classes together. It’s fun. But Hannah and her brother and sister are really rich and their dad gives a lot of money to Madison so that’s where they’re going to school next year and Chris and Sam are both really smart so they’re going to go too. I just- other people at school, they don’t like me. Sam was my only friend for a long time. I don’t want to be alone again.”

Jessica had been crying into her hands for most of her confession and she had been told when she cries, and is really crying, that she is hard to understand so she doesn’t know if Emily heard her. She doesn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. When she looked up though Emily’s face was neutral, but soft. It was hard to tell what exactly she was thinking about, but she reached her hand out and straightened Jess’ application on the table between them.

“You’ve been in a couple of school productions,” Emily told her and Jess nodded, “You were even the lead once. Put that at the front of your application. Madison is boosting their theater program because some hot-shot director former student of theirs donated a bunch of money to renovate the art building. My parents are on the donation committee and word is students specializing in the thespian arts have a better chance of getting in this year because of the big donation.”

“In the meantime,” Emily continued as Jess listened in complete disbelief at the turn around, “I’ll help you study for your entrance exam. You should probably take it in late July. It will give you less study time, but your chances of getting in will be better. It’s the best balance for you.

2.This is a spoiler for you: Oh. Ashley sighed while she rolled her eyes and held out her hand to him. She fully expected him to drop an eraser or a piece of candy or another tiny nothing into it. She decided to humor him anyway. Again Matt was a nice boy and he wanted to make sure she wasn’t left out. But what he dropped into her hand is cold and metal. She had closed her hand on instinct so she had to open it to see what it was.

It was a sliver necklace. Not REAL silver, they were only ten years old. But it shined like silver does. The charm was circular. There was a craving on it. She thought it was of a rose. It might have been another kind of flower though. It was not like it was expensive. It was the type of thing she would get herself at Claire’s or Justice. It wasn’t fancy. But no one else in class had gotten her a real gift. Just him.

“You got this for me?” Ashley asked breathlessly.

“Yeah,” he answered, “You’re always wearing necklaces so I thought you’d like it.”

She didn’t know she was crying until Matt said something.“Are you okay?” he asked softly reaching out to her, “You’re crying.”

“Yeah,” she said as she wiped her face, “I really like this. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Matt said cheerfully, “Mom and I went over to our church garage sale last Sunday and when I saw this I thought of you right away. So she let me get it for you.”

She pulled the necklace on over her head as he spoke. The chain was very long. The charm hung down by her stomach rather than up by her neck. She didn’t care that it was too big for her. She didn’t care that he got it used at a yard sale. She didn’t care that he had probably spent a few dollars on it at most. All she cared about was the fact that he had gotten it for her. He had picked it out with her in mind. He had saw it and thought of her. He really was her friend.

“Is that where you got gifts for everybody in the class?” Ashley asked politely. Okay, not just politely, she might have also been fishing to see if he got individual gifts for all the kids in their class because Matt was the kind of guy to do that. Her bag was packed so she closed her little locker and walked with him towards the hall to the upper classes to meet their siblings for pick-up. They both had to go wait there every day because they had older siblings in the school with them. Matt looked down at the floor as they walked. He looked ashamed.

“No,” he confessed, “Mom and I went to the dollar store and I got a couple bags of spinning tops to give out to for everybody else. That’s why I forgot to put your gift in your locker. It was the only one that was different.”

Spinning tops?

“You didn’t get gifts for anyone else?” She asked as they got to the stairwell.

Matt shrugged, “I forgot about friendship day until yesterday. My last school didn’t do valentine’s day. But I couldn’t bring nothing in, especially not after I had gotten something for you. Since I already got the necklace for you though I figured I would just give it to you today.”

Ashley stood there stunned as she waited for her older sister to come out of her class and meet her so they could find their father and go home. Not only had Matt gotten a gift for her on friendship day, something no one had ever done before ever, she had been the only person Matt had gotten a gift on friendship day despite the fact that based on his bag full he was popular enough to have his fair share of friends in class. And not only that he hadn’t even gotten her the necklace for friendship day. He had just bought it for her because it reminded him of her when he saw it. He had just been thinking about her. She was crying again when her sister showed up and pulled her out to the parking lot to meet up with their father. Matt waved as he waited for his own older brothers to come for him. Ashley waved back. She waved until she couldn’t even see him through the crowd and then kept waving for good measure. This had been the best valentine’s day ever.Ashley had a friend. A real, true, honest to goodness friend. Not just any friend either, but the sweetest and nicest one in the whole entire world. And she was definitely going to marry Matt when she grew up.

1. Still dizzy, still out of it, everything still foggy she remembered her and Sam falling. She remembered the pain of their hands breaking apart. Hitting her head on a beam. The wall collapse. The rubble falling after her. Sam called to her before it all went black. It took all of her strength to knock the rocks and wood off her bruised chest which given the small amount should have been much easier for her to do. She tingled in that way your mouth does when the dentist gives you Novocaine. She felt a dampness and coldness on her back, but her legs were neither. She thought about kicking the debris off her legs. She thought about it and only thought about it.

They didn’t move and slowly it dawned her that they couldn’t move.

Beth does not frighten easily and maybe until that moment she had only ever felt fear for her siblings and for Sam (maybe Chris if she was stretching). But the chill that choked her heart and stopped her breath in her throat was painful. Intense fear like this was new to her. The coldness around her became warm as her adrenaline surged pushing her into flight or fight mode. It kept pumping hard through her limbs as neither option was available. Her body refused to obey the instincts it commanded of itself.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows. The world around her spun and her wobbled back before she had a balance. The pain in her was so intense. The kind of intense that made you made want to scream but also kept you from moving. Her arms were the first part of her that started to shake. Her torso next followed by her head. She willed her legs to shake too. Everything above her hips shook. But the two long limbs underneath remained still.

She hiccuped before the tears started gathering under her eyes. Her breathing became rapid before the first one even fell. Her shaking intensified even as no sound came out of her mouth. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. More than anything though she wanted her legs to start listening to her mind.

The sobs broke out and with them the pain and the fear swallowed her all at once. She was screaming. She was screaming louder than she ever had in her life. Hearing it bounce off the cave walls she felt sure it was the loudest anyone had ever screamed in the history of the world. It strained her throat and slowed her breathing. Everything hurt. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything.

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immabewriting · 7 years

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Five Teachers Walk Into A Bar... -Chapter 8

A/N: Holy crap on a catapult!!! I updated again!!! Ah!!!! LOL anyway heres another update, as always read and review and let me know what you think! And for those of you wondering when we’ll see Henry and Penelope again don’t worry, they’ll come next chapter! ;) Anyway heres the next chap!!

Mahira sighed as she cataloged the findings into the computer. It was a slow day, she had finished her analysis of the findings, ate lunch, cleaned a storage closet that was slightly dusty, and now she was cataloging everything. And it was only 1:30! She groaned and slumped in her chair. What else was she going to do? She was here till 4 and there was nothing left to do!

“Bored?” a voice asked her. She turned to see Dr. Cho standing behind her smiling.

“A little sorry,” she apologizes. He laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t worry I like my job and I still get bored sometimes.” He pulls out a chair and sits next to her, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it Dr. Cho?” she asks sitting up.

“I told you, call me John. Dr. Cho is what my students call me.”

“Right sorry! What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were interested in a project I’ve been working on.” He tells her.

“What is it about?”

“Well, the department wants to do a sort of cultural exchange thing especially considering what’s going on in the world today. And I thought well we already have a cultural festival every year so why not do something different right? And I thought maybe if we all brought a stranger or someone we didn’t know as well into our lives and showed them our cultures and kind of broadened their horizons it would be a cool, academic way of getting to know one another.” He explains.

“That sounds really cool! It would be interesting not only for white people but people of other ethnicities to experience other cultures. I sort of feel we all are in our separate bubbles and need to sometimes expand our reach and our view.” She tells him.

“So, would you want to do help me with it?” he asks.

“Yea I’d love to! But um, what exactly do I have to do?” She questions.

“Oh right! Well first, you need to find a subject or someone to share this experience with. Next, I wanted to debut this whole project in September, when we usually hold our historic seminars with the museums and important people so this project will span a couple of months. But I think six months is a good enough time for immersive experience. What do you think?” he says.

“Six months sounds good, It’s kind of perfect because my sister is getting married and Ramadan is happening soon too.

“Perfect! Now all you need is someone to take to these things.” He says. “And I don’t count.” He adds.

Her smile fell. Crap, how was she supposed find someone so quickly? Sana couldn’t help because she was Indian and while they had different religions, they had been friends for years. She knew everything about Mahira’s life. She couldn’t ask anyone at work because she hated everyone at work and she was going to quit. Wait! The guy who always came to the bar! What was his name? Tom!

“Mahira? Did you hear what I said?” John asks snapping her back to reality.

“Huh?”

“I said I just want weekly reports/interviews about what you guys do. You can’t be just taking them to these things and not write anything down got it?”

“Oh! Yea of course! Um, would other teachers count?” she asks.

“I don’t see why not, you’re not a student.”

“Great! I think this project will be fun!” she gushes. They chatted about a few quick things like deadlines and reports before she headed over to the English department to find Mr. Hiddleston.

“Alright Andy take care, and don’t forget to indent your paragraphs please!” Tom called as the student rushed out of his office. He sighed and went back in to grade papers. It seemed all he did was grade papers and they weren’t even the good ones by his Classics students no he was grading the English 100 papers. The terribly written English 100 papers. Why were they so bad? Why didn’t these kids know how to spell? And why did Bridget feel the need to turn in everything a day late with the excuse of getting sick? He was a college student once, getting sick meant being drunk or hung over! And he still turned in his essays on time! There was a knock on his door interrupting him from his thoughts.

“Come in,” he murmurs. The door opens and—oh my god. It was her. Mahira was here. In his office! Was this a mistake? No, it couldn’t have been! Right? “Mahira?” he says befuddled.

“Hi, um is this a bad time?” she asks.

“No no! What is it?” he asks. She closes the door behind her and takes a seat. Taking the extra few seconds to figure out what to say to him.

“Um, so uh,” she stutters out. “So, Dr. Cho is doing this project and I wanted to know if you’d like to help?” she explains.

“What is it about?” he inquires. She explained the project in full detail as Dr. Cho—John—had told her. At the end of her spiel she looked at him and asked, “Would you be interested in being my partner for this?”

“It sounds amazing, I would love to be your partner. But, I thought you hated me.” He says.

“I don’t hate you! I just… I think you have some interesting qualities.” She said. That was a stretch.

“Interesting qualities?”

“You’re a serial womanizer who hits on women half your age and doesn’t stop talking.” She confesses.

“Serial womanizer?!” he exclaims.

“You hit on a different girl every week with the same ‘Ooh look at me I’m a suave British man! I’m so interesting!’ when really all you do is talk with your hands to make it seem like you’re interesting.” She retorts.

“Do you have something against British men?” he asked confused.

“Your people took over half the world and then left it in shambles when we rebelled against you, I have a bit of resentment.” She quips.

“Okay so you do hate me.” He states.

“No no! I—“ she sighs. “I don’t hate you, I just haven’t gotten to know you that well. And that’s what this project is about isn’t it?” she responds.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” He replies. He smiles at her, “Okay, I’ll do the project with you.”

“Really?” she says amazed that even after that attack on his character he’d still want to work with her for six months.

“Yea, it sounds really cool and I’d love to learn how to belly dance.” He adds jokingly. Oh god, he was doing so well up until now.

“We don’t belly dance. That’s Morocco.” She says.

“Oh right sorry.” Goddammit Tom.

“Um, its fine I’ll come back tomorrow for our first interview and then we can talk after that. Sound good?” she asks. He nods and she stands up. “Well see you tomorrow Tom.”

“See you tomorrow Mahira.” He says. “Oh and Mahira?”

She turns around and looks at him, “Yes?”

“Don’t fall in love with me.” He replies cheekily with a grin. She rolls her eyes and mutters, “Bewakoof.” Under her breath and leaves. Tom sits back in his chair and sighs. He was going to be spending six months with her. God, it was going to be a trip.

Nancy looked at Chris from her spot across the table where he was reading book reports at her home. She was editing a draft or trying to when he asked her, “So, what is this?”

“What’s what?” she asked back.

“You know this,” he says gesturing to them both. “What are we?”

“Well I’m pretty sure we’re human unless you have something you want to tell me.” She jokes. He laughs, “No no I mean our relationship.”

She paused and looked at him, “Oh that.”

“Yea.”

“Yea,” she agreed. She closed her laptop, editing would have to wait. “Well um, we’ve been going out a lot these past few weeks.” She replies. 10 dates to be exact according to her calendar, every free lunch, every free after school afternoon, they spent together it was kind of insane how in such little time they had been together for ten dates. 10 dates! In 10 dates she learned about his family—two sisters and a brother—he learned about hers—no siblings, just her mom, Kaylee who they kind of adopted after she came out as bisexual and little May—she found out they both liked Disney movies, he found out she liked to plan out everything and making lists, planning out her weekly schedule, she even taught him to meal prep and he was forever thankful for that. She also found out he was a great kisser.

She had kissed men before mind you and they were all great. But either it had been a long time or Chris was some kind of god of kissing in another life because holy crap he was a good kisser. The way he leaned in and paused just before kissing her, as if he was planning out how he was going tease and torment her with the way he’d kiss her. And it wasn’t just his lips that tormented; oh no no it was the way his hands travelled her body, exploring every inch of her skin. His beard rough against her neck but it was rough and wonderful and she wondered what his beard would feel like against more sensitive parts of her body and then she had to bring her thoughts back because oh god she was thinking about him doing very dirty things to her and he was staring at her wondering what this relationship meant to them both and great she was probably drooling. Dammit.

“I’m sorry you were saying something?” she says coming back to reality.

“Um, well I was just saying that I really like you.” He answers.

“I really like you too.” She responds.

“I was um thinking that maybe I could um call you my—“

“Wait!” she interrupts. He looks at her, dammit Chris moving too fast.

“S-Sorry sorry I just, I thought this was going somewhere and I wanted to be sure.” He apologizes.

“What? No Chris I…” she sighs and gets up and walks over closer to him, sits in his lap. “I really like you too.”

“Then what is it? What’s stopping you?”

“…You’re May’s teacher.” She whispers.

“What?”

“You’re May’s teacher! I mean some of the moms know and they haven’t been mean but I’m scared if more of them know and they find out and they might make May’s life miserable and I just don’t want that for her.” She confesses. He looks at her for a moment and then bursts out laughing. “What’s so funny?!” she asks confused and slightly frustrated.

“The moms are stopping you? Nancy this is kindergarten.” He says.

“It’s more political than you think! PTA moms are scary.” She retorts.

“If the school doesn’t have a problem with it, the moms shouldn’t. Nance I really like you. I like your lists, and your meal preps and how you talk about books and movies.” He says. She smiles a little and he continues, “I like how wonderful of a mother you are to May. I like your laugh; I like the way you gasp when I kiss that spot on your neck.” She blushes and scrunches her nose. He laughs, “I like how you scrunch your nose when you’re nervous or embarrassed. I like you a lot. And I really can’t wait to see where this goes.” He finishes. She smiles and kisses his cheek. “I can’t wait to see either… Boyfriend.” She replies. He grins, “Oh so I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes. And I guess I’m your girlfriend.”

“Mmm, maybe.” He says. She makes a face and he laughs, “Of course you’re my girlfriend! I’m the one who brought up the conversation didn’t I?”

She giggles and kisses him. And they kissed again, and again, and again…

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High School Trends That I Remember Fondly

Okay so let me share with you all some quality high school trends from my days in high school because boy were we a bunch of sass masters These all took place from 2007 -2012 because I went to a weird fusion school that lumped every grade from 7th to 12th together ( that means we had thirteen year olds up to 18-19 year olds in the same school ) Anyway let's go 7th Grade( I was a smol 13 year old) First off there were like 30 kids in each class okay? So.... - Pencils as hair decor ???? Why???? - Swiping needles from Home Ec and sticking them in your finger JUST under the surface of the skin to freak out the teach - Referring to lunch as ' the troph special' -Girls sending guys Valentine's that just said ' U R No Good ' and ' Allen Ur Not In My League ' - Guys sending girls tiny stuffed animals for V Day with cards that said ' I'm Soft For U' and ' Be My Plush One?' - Claiming various things had ' killed our ancestors ' : ' I can't do long division , my thirty seventh great grandfather died doing that' ' No I can't answer that question sir, every male in my family so far has died answering English questions ' ' I'm not allowed to be disciplined , discipline killed my grandma' - Wearing rubber bands as bracelets or rings and the tighter you could get it the cooler you were ???? This kid almost lost a finger by third period I mean ..... -Asking our biology teacher what would happen if insects could speak every class period ' What if wasps could speak but they only spoke Mid-6th Century English ' ' What if spiders all speak Russian' ' Do you think bees know English ' - Pestering our history teacher for the history of the Leaf Village ( I'm sorry Mr. Hoagland ) - Replying ' Deleted' when your name was called ..... I accidentally started this one 8th grade ( I was 14 ) - Rap battles to settle arguments ???? - Yoyo fights. It got intense. -Every white boy in school dressed like a bad Western movie character , cowboy hats and spurs and SO.MUCH.PLAID. - ' The Dew Crew', a gang of boys who drank nothing but Mountain Dew as refreshment , was born and monopolized the school's soda supply of Mountain Dew . All of them made it to adulthood but it is suspected they no longer require sleep and eat only the disdainful glares of women for survival ( at their peak there were 15 of them ) - Intense shouting of someone else's name every time something went wrong ( usually the name Sasuke ) - Pentagrams everywhere ; drawn on any surface we could find unsupervised for a second , started by me doodling in art class and picked up by my squad . The school board thought someone was possessed by the devil it was GREAT.... I NEVER GOT CAUGHT - In Chemistry we watched Finding Nemo about 3 times a week because the teacher was really forgetful and he let us watch it when he forgot his lesson plan , so by the end of the first month that year every kid he taught would call various roundish objects ' the butt' and I was nicknamed' Dory ' by everyone I knew Also the principal was nicknamed' Bruce" -Hardcore Zombie prep planning , there was a gang and everything . The Apoca-Punks are still strong - Disney discourse in English class because our teacher was a huge nerd for Disney and loved nothing more than to watch us argue over which princess would beat Gaston in a fight faster ( Kida won by a landslide but we all agreed Mulan would murder him in five seconds flat ) Also he nicknamed all of us after Disney characters and I was Lilo ( my best friend was Stitch ) - Okay so I brought a bag of chocolate as a treat for the class one week and I was really tired and out of it so when the teacher ( our English teacher Mr . Bagley, who was also the principal) asked me to ' explain the historical properties of chocolate' I got sarcastic and went ' For many years chocolate has been used in medicinal treatments for ailments of all kinds. Perhaps it will even cure the lack of hair on Mr . B's head' ...... For a second it was dead silent and then he laughed and said "Well put , you continue to live up to your nickname, Lilo!" - Shakespeare quotes at inopportune times " Exit, pursued by a bear" " We are in the middle of a test , Austin. " " A rose , by any other name , would smell-" " DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM INDI" - The drama kids dramatically snapping during arguments - Okay so there was this weird loft zone in the second gym( because our school had two , a sucktastic old one from the fifties and a newish one from the eighties ) nobody was supposed to go up there unless they had permission and it was for filming a basketball game ??? But everyone went up there anyway and at least ten couples lost their virginity up there ( what a weird place to do it tho , we kept the wrestling mats up there) I sluffed class a few times and took a nap there And it became a Thing to draw a little baby face on the wall if you lost your V card there -Supergluing coins to stuff???? There's still a dime on someone's locker and it's been like ten years -' Ambrosia' , AKA this super delicious combo of cherry slurpee , Sprite, and orange Fanta that our English teacher made us during parties . He literally made it in these huge plastic bins and just ladeled it out to everyone 9th Grade( I was 15) - The Goth Invasion Everyone who was punk enough wore black ripped jeans and eyeliner and streaked their hair with red and black One kid never left the Goth phase , we love u Scott ( it's cool he was our school's Warren Peace anyway ) - AFTER A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY VIEWING OF SKY HIGH FOR HALLOWEEN MY CLASSMATE SCOTT WAS NICKNAMED WARREN BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL He was really salty about it too , he said " Warren isn't goth he's Punk there's a difference you capitalist Bible thumpers' Scott got 54 Valentine's that year but just shrugged and gave his candy to me and my squad because we were , as he put it ' the only punk crew in class, plus you're all really cute ' He never kept a girlfriend very long but he was the nicest guy you've ever seen ( everyone thought he was gay but just too shy to say it ) Over the years he is consistly hotter , and more unashamedly Goth - My sister arrived in school and was immediately the most popular kid in school and was nicknamed ' Princess ' - My squad got nicknamed ' Squad 7 " due to our obsession with Naruto and other anime , and we each were nicknamed after characters from the show by my friend Indi ( who was named after Indiana Jones, no lie) Melanie was ' Kiba' ( which delighted her because she would marry him in a heartbeat ) Mackenzie was ' Neji' because according to Indi she was the most monologue-y Chandra was ' Hinata' because she was shy but fierce And I, Aubrey , was ' Gaara' because according to Indi :' Your dad is kinda sucky and you've got two siblings . You're sort of the social outcast of school and when you get annoyed enough it's like you've got this terrifying supernatural thing in your eyes , I love it ' I LOVE THAT NICKNAME 10th Grade( I'm 16) - ' Because I'm Batman ' being an answer to every question - Goonies puns - Three girls got pregnant and were called the ' Baby On Board Squad" - Due to this teen pregnancy scandal , my heavily Christian community had our school hold assemblies about how ' Sex will kill you' and how ' every time a teen has Sex Thoughts, an angel cries' ..... There were ' God Is Abstintent ' posters everywhere So naturally we revolted and the drama class put up these fliers reading ' Without Sex, You Wouldn't Be Around . ' ' Satan Loves You and Wants You To Explore Your Perfectly Normal Urges ' ' Sex Won't Kill You- But STD's Could! Use Protection! ' ' Wrap It Before He Taps It And The Angels Won't Be Crying " " Boys Like Girls.Boys Think Of Girls In Sexual Ways. Boys Best Treat Her Right First . Boys Best Be Stepping Up As Baby Daddys If They Tap Dat " And many more golden rebellious posters - Shouting " Go Go Power Rangers " when dealing with a problem and just out of nowhere any kid wearing the appropriate Power Ranger colored shirt would appear So you'd get a guy in red , a guy in blue , a guy in black , a guy in white , a guy in green , a guy in gold , a guy in silver, a girl in pink and a girl in yellow and they'd all pose dramatically and do the Power Rangers moves - Rubber band slingshot warfare using hairpins as ammo - The school dividing into Benders and Non Benders , and the school's most loved outcast was deemed Avatar( I got the honor so my squad was nicknamed accordingly ) - High School Musical was the biggest thing ever because our music teacher WROTE THE SCORES FOR THEM I MEAN....... We all knew every song by heart that year Everyone shipped Chad and Ryan 11th Grade( I was 17 ) -Percy Jackson was huge and everyone wanted a godly parent - Every girl used a dramatic break up song to end things with her man it was GLORIOUS - Taylor Swift was playing on the radio every day - My class finally realized that my friend Courtney and I had the same exact birthday and birth year , and thus introduced us to substitute teachers as ' The Fraternal Twins' Courtney and I are both gonna be 23 on March 20 at 6:40 am - Our history teacher thought my friends and I were in an assassin cult because we were always drawing kunai knives and swords and guns , so he banned kunai drawing????? And it thus became the Cool Thing to graffiti everywhere??? All because I drew one on my ASVAB???? -The sheriff pulled me out of homeroom because I'd been overheard singing P!nk's " Funhouse" and the Secretary thought I was an arsonist because of the line " I'm gonna burn this sucker down " and thus rumors spread like wildfire that I'd: ~ Murdered someone ~ Witnessed a crime ~ Started a gang war ~ Shot a cop ~ Robbed the one gas station in town ~ Insulted the sheriff's daughter by not inviting her to my birthday party so he was here to bribe me to do so ~ Stolen the sheriff's prized collection of horse paintings 12th Grade ( I was 18 ) - Posters everywhere about the world ending ( it was 2012) - Harry Potter mania - John Lennon Memes???? No really on the anniversary of his death the school was flooded with posters of him everywhere saying " In Loving Memory Of A Dreamer " and the radio only played his music and the drama class went around stating facts about his death it was surreal and I was part of it

#high school #truth #funny

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