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🍹 isadora/heidi

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KnowingIzzy likes Heidi all hot and sweaty (exhibit A being their first kiss), after along workout Heidi sometimes “forgets” to shower after it and gets home likethat intending to shower at home and convincing Izzy to join her as well.

Heidi’shedgehog doesn’t like Izzy at first, gets jealous that the little time Heidihas isn’t directed towards him, but Izzy wins him over pretty quickly with snackswhenever she comes over.

Mostof the time Heidi is good with her self-confidence, but sometimes if Tabithashows up or if she’s in a rug, she wonders why Izzy is with her, what the womansees in her. Around those times she gets quiet and more affectionate, mostlyjust cuddling up Izzy either on the couch or in bed and telling her just howmuch she loves her and appreciates Izzy putting up with her shit.

Acouple of times Izzy accompanies Heidi to the gym and Heidi teaches her acouple of moves and when Izzy starts punching the boxing bag, Heidi understandswhat must have went through Izzy’s mind when she first saw her beat the shitout of the bag, because damn it, Izzy in training clothes, boxing gloves onhand, hitting the bag suddenly becomes one of the biggest turn ons for her.

Heiditakes work home a lot of the time – mostly documents to read over -, and wheneverIzzy whips out her knitting, Heidi likes to take out those documents and thetwo of them spend the time together, sometimes talking, sometimes working ontheir own things.

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🍷 holly/greer

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Here you go love, hope you like it.

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🍹 peter/glenda

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Glenda was sitting in the quiet apartment by the desk. A microphone was in front of her and she wasn’t sure she would be able to do what she wanted. She knew she did the right thing earlier, but it was one thing to write about something – when it came to writing, she could sit on it, go over her article over and over again, make sure she didn’t ramble, make sure it was ok, it made sense, while talking… well, talking was never her strong suit to start with. But she had to do this.

She reached over, turned on the microphone, but she needed at least another minute to dare open her mouth to speak.

“So, I quit my job today. –Oh, sorry, Glenda here,” she added real quick when she realized she really just jumped right in the middle of it. There she went, rambling and not making any sense like she normally did when she was anxious and forced to talk. The only difference this time was that she was the one who forced herself to speak. “In case somebody didn’t know. Glenda Chittock, hey there, if anyone is listening. I doubt it, but still... It’s only polite.” She cleared her throat and then continued.

”–Anyway, I quit my job. If anyone who’s listening knows me, you guys are probably wondering why I did it. You know how much I wanted this job at the Daily Prophet. It’s been my dream job since… well, it would sound cool if I could say that it’s been my dream job since I could remember, but that is not true. It’s been a job I’ve been working towards for years now, from around 15 when a friend of mine and somebody who probably refuses to think of me as a friend but I do think of her as one showed me that it would be just the perfect choice for me by accident. Or not. I am not sure, but I was so happy when I got this job, I was ecstatic. Peter and I celebrated together and…”

It took her a couple of seconds to register that she was talking about Peter, and when it hit her, the pain hit like a wave and her voice choked, tears coming immediately. “Sorry, this is… kind of hard. To talk about him. Just—give me a moment,” she muttered and needed several deep breaths to be able to continue speaking. She had to be strong, she had to do this. Both for Peter and for herself. “Peter and I celebrated together and then we celebrated with a bunch of our friends so it was a big deal. He was amazing about, he was so happy for me, I can still see the smile on his face. “ And there it was again, the tears coming back. This time she didn’t even try to stop them. They were rolling down her cheek as she continued to talk, her voice shaking and her crying hearable. ”–It’s been over three weeks since I saw his face. Since I saw his smile or heard his voice and I’ll never be able to see his face again and I’m just— “ A sob broke out and she couldn’t speak for a good thirty seconds before she could continue.

“Again, really sorry for this. Probably nobody is listening but if somebody does, sorry you have to listen to my babbling, I swear I am trying to get to my point. So again, I quit my job today. You may ask, why is this important, why am I keep bringing this up? Well, it’s been over three weeks since He Who Must Not Be Named has disappeared, and after the celebrations have slowly died out and people are trying to go back to their normal lives, build back what has been broken down and try to leave the horrors of the past behind – I pitched a series of articles to my boss. What I wanted to do was write a series of articles about the heroes who have fallen and could not live to see the hope returning to our lives. I wanted to tell their story, I wanted to create something that will give them the proper—the proper and right memorial, to express my and I am sure countless other’s gratitude for fighting and dying so we could live. And the reply I got was not positive at all.”

She still couldn’t believe the reply she got, but she was here jobless, talking to probably nobody while she was sitting in their—her empty apartment all alone, which made this unbelievable reply quite literal problem.

“I—I was told that the Daily Prophet is not the place for me to rant about my de—my dead—Peter, and that the wizarding society in Britain doesn’t need more reminders of what and who they lost. They don’t want to be sad anymore and they don’t want to know about what happened while they were living in terror. They want upbeat and positive and happy stories and articles and news. And I was sitting there, listening to it and I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt like my boss was not only offensive to me, but to everyone who passed away during the war, to everyone who has lost somebody, whether it be family or friends, and anyone who was affected in any way, shape or form in this war. Just because we survived, it doesn’t mean we will ever forget or that we should forget. So I just stood up and resigned and left.”

“Which brings me here, talking into a microphone, not really sure if anyone is listening. If you are, thank you. I hope this radio series will bring you some peace after everything you had to survive in the past couple of years. I want to honor our heroes. I want to remember them and I want to give a chance to people to talk about them and tell their story. So starting from today, I am going to launch a series in which I will try to tell you the story of as many of our heroes as possible. If you’ve lost anyone and would like to hear their story told, please reach out to me. I promise you will be heard. And hopefully the pain you feel right now will get easier with time.”

She doesn’t speak for what feels like forever. Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was a second, but in that moment she closed her eyes and imagined Peter’s face, his smile. The way he held the cigarette in his mouth and how he looked at her the last morning when he told her he loved her and he was lucky to have her in his life. Looking back now, she wondered if he had a sixth sense about something bad happening later. Her tears rolling, her voice quieter and weaker than before, she kept her eyes closed as she spoke again.

“I am hoping for that too. That this empty feeling inside of me will just disappear one day when I wake up, but I doubt it. I know that people say that the pain will subside, but I cannot imagine how I could not feel this pain when I think about him. How I could not miss him every second of every day, because I do. I miss him so much and I feel like I am at a dead end because I am not really sure what I will do without him. He was my love, my rock, my life. I—I consider myself lucky, you know? I met Peter while I was still in school, we got together without too many bumps, once we somewhat got through our awkward phase, we were good to go, and I’ve been lucky enough to be with him and live with him and love him at least for several years. But it was not enough. He was young. He was so young and he had so much more ahead of him. We were—we were thinking about—but it doesn’t matter. That is just—it’s hard, you know? It’s been over three weeks since I saw him last and even in his last moments he’s been—he’s been fighting for us, fighting for his friends, and he didn’t deserve to die. Didn’t deserve to die, and especially didn’t deserve to die the way he did, backstabbed by somebody he thought he could trust with his life. Nobody deserves that. He didn’t deserve that.”

“So, um, sorry. I—uh—I really thought I was going to say more. Have more. I probably would, if it were about anyone else or I had more time to prepare, but this was such a spur of a moment idea and I—it still feels like I just lost him. I still can’t believe he’s gone, part of me still thinks if I wish it hard enough, he would just walk through the front door right now, smile at me and tell me it was all just a stupid prank and I can relax now because he would never actually leave me like this. So yeah, it’s hard to talk about him, especially coherently. I promise next time I will be better. If you listened, thank you. I—bye.”

Glenda quickly pushed the button to stop the broadcast, and for the next Merlin knows how long, she just sat in her seat, staring out of her head, feeling even more empty than she did before, not really sure what to do now. How to proceed. But she could figure out that the tomorrow. Now she wanted nothing more than to wallow and sob and let the grief once again take over her entire body and mind and soul. She found herself standing up and dragging herself over to the bedroom. She practically fell into the bed and she immediately crawled over to his side. She couldn’t sleep, she didn’t sleep for the past three weeks, but his side still smelled like him because she found a charm that would keep everything smelling as it was when the charm was cast, and if this was all she could have of him, hugging his pillow while she sobbed and closed her eyes and pretended it was him instead of that damn pillow, she would do that, because not having him here anymore was torture.

He was the love of his life and now she had to live her life without him. How could she ever survive this?

***

Several blocks away, under an open window, where the radio now gave off nothing but static sounds, a rat was crying.

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"It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear." Luca and carlota pls

"It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."

Looking at her kitchen now at 4am, it really was a bad idea to make cupcakes in the middle of the night. Well, more like trying to make them, since Carlota doubted they were completely edible.

They started making cupcakes around 2am, after yet another dessert challenge and Carlota started loudly whining about how it's not fair that they have to stare at more and more amazing and delicious looking desserts while they are stuck with nothing. First, she went looking around for snacks, hoping that that would be enough, but she couldn't find anything, so Luca was left with having to deal with her whining. He just chuckled and she looked at him with a curious look in her eyes. "Mia principessa, we've been watching Masterchef for five hours, some dessert challenged were bound to come," he said kissing her shoulder and ok, maybe he had a point, but still. It was an unfair way of torture and she had enough of it.

"We could... possibly make some ourselves? If we have enough stuff for something," Carlota added after the suggestion when she realized that since neither of them cooked, there really wasn't too many things in her apartment. At least not to her knowledge.

She gave him a quick kiss and pushed herself up from their bed (hers, technically, but at this point she liked to think of it as theirs, since they spent most nights together in it and she really didn't like not having him there, hated it, as a matter of fact) and wandered out to check the cupboards, Luca slowly trailing behind her. He wrapped his hands around her waist from behind, kissing her shoulders and collarbone as she was checking what they could work with. To her surprise, she found everything they would need, and it wasn't hard to figure out that Luca's mom's hand must have been in it because she sure as hell didn't remember buying things like vanilla extract. "I think we can make some cupcakes," she stated without actually having a recipe in her head and knowing for sure if it could be done or not.

In the next fifteen minutes, they perused the web to find a good recipe (and preferably an easy one, since none of them ever made any cupcakes before and had no idea what they were doing or what they were in for) and got to work. In the recipe, it sounded so easy, and really, watching it on Masterchef it also looked easy. Sure, they were always talking about how it was practically impossible to pull things off right, but then almost everyone did except for that one person who put salt into the mix instead of sugar so it couldn't have been that hard, right? Wrong. They tried following the steps, but they didn't have the right equipment and the fact that neither of them knew a thing about baking didn't help, and it turned into more of a disaster than anything else. By the time they were done, the entire kitchen counter was covered in flower and half whipped eggs and once they got the mixture into the oven they got distracted with each other and had sex on top of the kitchen table several times, and by the time they were done, the cupcakes in the oven were practically completely burnt.

"We should probably leave the baking to your mom next time..." she chuckled as she looked over at what they created.

"You were the one determined to bake at 2 in the morning, mia principessa," Luca laughed at her, and he was right.

"Next time, distract me from these stupid ideas, please."

"You don't even have to ask," Luca mumbled into her ears as she started kissing along her neck, biting into her ears and Carlota let out a moan. "I have a couple of ideas just how to distract you."

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“You–uh–spooked…my heart.” Peter to Glenda

“You–uh–spooked…my heart.” Peter to Glenda

Glenda waslaughing, happy that her scare worked and it took her several moments torealize that Peter was actually scared for a second and that he might have notenjoyed her prank as she thought he would. Her smile immediately faltered andshe stepped closer, one of her hand cupping his cheek while she intertwined herfingers with his with her other hand. “Hey, baby, I am sorry, didn’t mean toproperly scare you,” she apologized immediately, giving him a couple of smallerkisses on his cheek, his jaw and then finally on his lips. “Sorry, it was a badidea,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his as she pulled his handthat was intertwined with hers around her own waits before she wrapped hersaround his and pulled him closer. “I love you, sorry I scared you.”

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“Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.” Gladys to Greer

“Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.”

It barely even registered to Greer at first what Gladys was saying, and then she looked at the girl and she was shocked at what she saw. Gladys looked practically terrified. Ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but she definitely looked more frightened than just spooked, and none of that I’m not scared bullshit she was trying to food Greer was true. It was obvious as day. Which shocked Greer, because she wasn’t even spooked yet. Nothing. She looked around to see if anything scary or frightening happened without her noticing, but nothing caught her eyes and she didn’t really understand where Gladys’ fear was coming from. “I mean… I guess we can go, sure,” she agreed, and then because she couldn’t hold her tongue for a second to save her life, she added, “What exactly is that thing that we’re going home for that didn’t scare you?”

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LUCA AND CARLOTA FOR THE SHIP MEME DUH

How did they meet? Luca came to work for Carlota’s dad, and first the first time they ran into each other in the Mussurana headquarters. They exchanged greetings, but it was nothing more.

Who developed romantic feelings first? It happened kind of at the same time. They both fell fast and hard.

Who is their biggest “shipper?” Luca’s mom

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? It was the first night they truly realized they could be interested in the other. Carlota was out on karaoke night after a premiere with her actor friends and ran into Luca at the bar. They said hi, exchanged pleasantries and at first, they thought it was just that, but then they ended up talking and having drinks in between songs. Carlota was coming off of the stage and she saw him at the bar looking hot as hell and some girl trying to chat him up so she went back to the bar and just kissed him to make her claim. They were in the bathroom less than two minutes later, not being able to take the others clothes off of each other fast enough.

Who confessed their feelings first? Luca

What was their first official date? It was about 2 months into their relationship. Luca wanted to do something really nice so he got them tickets to a Broadway show, they went to a fancy restaurant before that, which they both hated so they ended up ditching and eating burgers in a dinner before they went to see the play. When the play was done, they went up to the roof of the building where Carlota had her apartment, and after fucking several times, they cuddled and watched the stars.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? Fun if they happen really rarely, but they prefer to be just the two of them on dates.

What do they do in their downtime? Mostly they hang out at one other’s place. They like going out and dancing, drinking, Carlota loves it when Luca takes her for rides on his bike. But really mostly they just stay in and watch Netflix.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? When Carlota met Luca’s mom, she was a mess, just way too anxious, but it all went so smoothly, most of it was spent with the woman showing embarrassing baby pictures of Luca and feeding the pair of really good Italian food. Luca already knew Carlota’s dad and for a long time didn’t know they were together until he walked in on them one time. A lot of yelling and testosterone ensured and he only decided to just ignore the fact when Carlota threatened him not to speak to him again if anything happened to Luca.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? It was a misunderstanding when Carlota thought a guy was hitting on Luca and he was liking it and encouraging it and she freaked out. There was some yelling and when Luca realized what the problem was, he quickly cleared it up and Carlota felt embarrassed as hell, but it was the tipping point in their relationship in the sense that from that point on neither of them was trying to even pretend it was just a hookup.

Which one is more easily made jealous? Carlota. Because of her job Luca is more accepting cause sometimes Carlota has to do some kissing and touching on stage so he’s used to it, but Carlota sees red as soon as anyone even attempts to hit on him.

What is their favorite thing to get to eat? Aside from the obvious Italian/Cuban, they’re really into Tai food.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favorite cuddling position? They’re both affectionate, but Carlota is probably a bit more. Favorite cuddling position is just in each other’s arms, limbs intertwined, no real concept of personal space at all.

Are they hand holders? Yes

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’re the circumstances? A couple of months after they met, but really they jump each other the first night they really talk and connect and notice the other.  It happens like 2-3 minutes after their first kiss and they do it in the bathroom of the bar they met.

Who tops? Both, it depends on the mood.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? First love confessions. Can’t really get any worse than that.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? Luca does the shopping mostly, Carlota helps out when she has a lighter schedule. Luca’s mom cooks or they order in.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Neither

Who proposes? Luca

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bachelorette parties or separate? They have one joined party after they are already married cause they didn’t wanna wait around so they just said fuck it and got married as quick as possible and went to Vegas.

Who is the best man/maid of honor? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Two random strangers, they asked to be there for witnesses.

Big Ceremony or Small? Small.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? They get a really big and fancy room and lock themselves in there for a couple of days but then they have to go back to New York cause shit is going down and Carlota needs to be there, but once everything calms down they go to Bali and spend two whole weeks not doing anything but lying on the beach and fucking in the hotel room (and other places).

Do they have children? How many? Carlota can’t have children from the beating and the torture she took, which breaks her but then she figures with the life they have it’s probably better not to have children be born into such an environment. Later they do decide to adopt, though.