#//oooof but that took forever!

[doitforbangchan]

I just finished reading abanb and I’m in awe!! You’re writing never fails to impress 😭

Also, when I finished it, I couldn’t help but think about an angsty alt ending where baby might not have made it and the boy’s reaction to their omega passing.. any thoughts 👀

oooof nonnie this is a dark thought… but since you asked i have thought about it 😢 this is not story canon buuttttttttt

chans whole world would crumble. his literally soulmate died and so for him there is nothing left. all he has left within him would be misery and anger. fuck he’s so angry. the most devastatingly angry he has ever been and will ever be. he goes on a murder spree, taking on every single person who had a hand in it- wether directly or otherwise.

minhos mind would would start to slip. he could vividly remember each moment leading up to omegas passing and it becomes too much for him to handle. he let down his pack- his family. he can’t take care of a pack if he can’t even protect his omega so there is nothing left for him and he would abandon them.

binnie would feel personally responsible. he feels like it was him who brought the threat right to their doorstep. he would become cold and detached; never cracking a joke again. he stops eating and lets his body whither away until someone has to step in.

oh jinnie, he self isolates hard. he never comes out of his room except when everyone is either gone or asleep. he doesn’t talk or make a sound, but when he’s holed up in his room he is screaming and crying and thrashing and just breaking everything. he tears up every piece of art he’s ever created, damming them for being a product of his emotions. this goes on for months

my sweet jisung has nightmares so excruciating he can’t sleep even with a light on. he spends all his days sitting on the porch, always with tears streaming down his face. some days they are silent and others they are violent sobs that wrack his body. he sits there and stares off down the road that leads to the house- praying for a miracle that she would suddenly come strolling up the path like she did the very first time he saw her.

felix never bakes again. he finds no joy in it anymore. he finds no joy in anything anymore. he cuts all of his hair off, buzzes it clean off until it grows out to his natural dark color. he is no longer the sunshine that omega used to call him, now he’s only a gloomy storm. lix cries himself to sleep every night

seungmin becomes detached- mean and deviant. he’s testy with everyone, picking fights both with the pack and strangers alike. he doesn’t give a shit about any body. he feels nothing but rage and anger and he takes it out wherever he can just to feel something. he acts like he’s unbothered, stone faced as a front. but no one knows that he can’t even look at himself in the mirror or he’ll break down into earth shattering sadness, for he can’t bear the sight of the claiming mark that remains engraved on his skin

innie tries to forget about omega. he instead drinks away his sorrows and lends his body to anyone with a pulse, fucking his way through this town and the next. no matter who is under him though he always imagines it’s omega, that she’s still here with him. that’s why he drinks, the alcohol makes all the faces blur together so he sees no one

needless to say none of them ever move on or love again. omega was the love of their lives and they will never forget or forgive the ones who took her

ngl writing this made me tear up. i can’t imagine a world where they all aren’t together forever like they’re meant to be 😢

thank you for the ask ❤️

-🍯

[aenslem]

2024 in gifs\ creations ♡

post your favourite and most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months)

tagged by @laurabenanti & @elssbethtascioni :3 thank you guys

January

favorite post: this spones moment from 'beyond', I have not posted much in january, and honestly I equally love every other set, it was mostly all of my favs: stargate, doctor who and star trek <3 most popular post: this doctor who gifset with jack

Februaty

favorite post: I giffed a lot of sgu that month, and I can't just not think about this scene with young and rush on that planet, it's just so good, like, this entire scene is something else, the way they casually talk to each other here and smile but speak about one framing another for murder askjhdkjadh honestly, absolute best most popular post: of course it's doctor who gifset :D with one of the most challenging scenes to color in my life, and one of the best scenes ever - this 'stand with me it's all I've ever wanted' gifset

March

favorite post: I realize that first half of 2024 I was giffing mostly sgu, cos my god, those two idiots still have me in chokehold, and I love many sets I did with them, but I also love 'the boys' gifset with homelander and butcher, and soldier boy in between :D I could obviously choose sets where I did some great work lmao, but I love that scene, and I love this warehouse 13 scene which makes me want rip out my heart ;-; most popular post: of course it's another doctor who gifset, with one of the best scenes and performances ever - 9th doctor and the dalek

April

favorite post: oooof I did so many awesome scenes from stargate and star trek and doctor who and other shows that month I can't even decide which one is my fav, probably will go with this leverage scene, cos it's one of my favs and that was the episode that I realized how much I already love these characters and how good this show is. most popular post: finally not a doctor who gifset lmao, this futurama gifset is also one of my favs, because star trek really made me feel like maybe I did have friends when I did not have them in real life, star trek always feels like home

May

favorite post: I honestly love all of my sets ajkhdsskjahd but can't decide which one I love more in may: this metropolis gifset, which deserved much more, it's good hey ;-; or this leverage x doctor who references gifset, which I spent so much time on, I had so much fun doing it though most popular post: you don't even have to guess, it's doctor who gifset where everyone slaps the doc

June

favorite post: have not giffed mush that month, but I did come back 11 years after to gif this man is a lot of work gifset from sgu lol most popular post: surprise (no) it's doctor who again akjhsdjkadh like, I gif other things too

July

favorite post: made lots of voyager sets that month, love all of them, but my fav I guess is this star trek discovery gifset of the episode 'life, itself' I love disco, I wish we had more of it most popular post: this is the month I started rewatching voyager, so there were less gifs of doctor who :D this time voyager gifset yay

August

favorite post: ahhh there are so many, this doctor x master gifset? this major grom: the game set? my fav wh13 scene ever? this doctor who scene that is just so good lmao and so many voyager sets I could add, cos I loved editing them most popular post: this star trek ds9 gifset, and maybe we should watch star trek and learn something, but this planet is full of whiny fanboys for whom star trek is destroyed because two men kissed on screen my god

September

favorite post: the month we started giffing agatha yaaaaa, this doctor who the angels take manhattan gifset cos the aesthetics, I love it, or this agnes of westview set, I loved it most popular post: this agatha x doctor who parallel gifset cos yeah yEAH

October

favorite post: ooooh I don't know, I loved making this agatha gifset, it took forever cos the files were huge and I spent forever uploading screens to ps to gif them but it was worth it, the angst the pain amazing, but absolute best is this patti lupone gifset , oooh and this thirteenth doctor gifset, my beloved scronchy most popular post: well, what can I say, we are all horny for miss plaza and especially miss plaza doing that tongue thing looking at agatha hehe

November

favorite post: I made less and less gifs in november, but I still made some and my fav is obviously this michelle gomez set I made for her birthday <3 most popular post: this agatha and senor scratchy gifset :3

December

favorite post: have done just a few sets so far, maybe my fav will be done later this month, but so far it's this for all mankind gifset of my favorite scene ever, this entire scene just lives rent free in my mind most popular post: this star trek scene with triumvirate

tagging: if you wanna do it just say I tagged you :3 whoever wants to do it - do it <3

[fuchsschatten]

oooof...

obviously Aoi was in a rough spot so it was good and right to not leave her alone, but the fact that Makoto just completely forgot about his date and didn't even think to write him that he'll be by later or smth and then the fact he even saw their embrace without context hurts so much T-T

And that Aois mum was actually planning to see her but then turned around so it's kind of a misunderstanding makes me angry too bc jfc it's been 10 years woman!!! how much longer do you want to wait if you did care all this time?!?!

Also - Ryuji is way too nice....I'm glad they met up a day later and are having a good time together but still....it must hurt him so much, even though he treasures their friendship just as much as his romantic feelings so i don't think he thinks it less at all (especially since it took him a while to realize and accept in the first place) but still....i just want all three of them to be happy somehow idk

maybe neither of them gets together with makoto but they can just be besties forever - so ofc i loved that they went together to star watch, but then the cinema moment between Makoto and Ryuji tore my heart apart...

nothing about your feelings is disgusting and don't say that Makoto was disgusted just bc you didn't kiss or were comfortable to hug closely etc, that's not it at all T-T

and smiling all the while saying this bc he wouldn't want to make him sad by seeing him sad i just- this isn't fair

[coulsonlives]

It's so depressing how in 2024, this purportedly left-leaning website still refuses to accept that a stance like "kill all racists" is an insane stance to have. Feel free to swap out "racist" for your group of choice of course.

Some of these people need to be strapped to a chair and forced to watch The Good Place. And failing that, watch a basic lesson in retributive justice versus rehabilitative justice. Because a lot of these people don't even want an eye for an eye, they want an eye for a person's entire lower hemisphere.

Yup. That person's a racist? Kill em! That person beat someone up? Kill em! That person killed someone? Kill em!

Let's not think about how people are killed in the system but are found out to be innocent later on.

It doesn't help that prison systems are built around retribution, and off the dumb idea that you can't change someone's outlook and mind about things so they'd intrinsically want to be a better person. Nope, they're always gonna be "degenerates", there's no point...

I don't even think the US or Canadian prison system has even tried the opposite approach? The carrot instead of the stick? It's giving "we've tried everything and we're all out of ideas". Or maybe they did some half-assed program that never took off because it wasn't effective, and they used that as a reason to not try again and discount the whole idea. As for the money thing? Yeah rehabilitation costs a lot more. But y'know how much money is wasted by all the recidivism and catch-and-release shenanigans? Oooof.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like a stick is always a bad thing, there's gotta be some loss of freedom when people do horrible things. But losing human rights? State sponsored killing as punishment?

And I keep seeing people gasping at criminals who leave prison and then quickly reoffend... All I can think is, should we really be surprised by all the recidivism under the current system at this point? Maybe the problem is how these people are treated and whether they're really incentivised, motivated enough to change how they approach life and other people.

But nope, death penalty. Tiny cell. Throw em away forever.

[toywolfmaker]

The Spider,

[stevethehairington]

THERES AN UBER OUTAGE IN MY AREA???? GIRL NOT RIGHT NOW!! I GOTTA GET TO THE TRAIN STATION!!!

[gxldenfinwe]

(Young!Melino, while still living in the Arafinwion household)

After setting an elaborate prank, Melino did his best to seem inconspicuous:

“How do you fare today, father?”

@melino-lost-arafinwion

“I am well, thank you.” Arvo replied, completely unaware of whatever Melino was planning. “And you? How have you been today? Busy?”

[crimson-legend]

VERY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

RULES. repost; do not reblog! tag 10! good luck!

TAGGED BY: @summoners-path​

TAGGING: I was going to tag my other muse but it turned out the princeling was easier to finish that Auron (who can be such a recalcitrant bastard at times, I swear) - @oshimai, @fallal, and by this point I think most people have done this? If you have not and you’re seeing this, then I’m tagging you, yes, you, whoever you may be. Do the thing!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Auron ( アーロン ) - no last name. I’m one of those with the opinion that Spirans don’t generally have ‘last’/family names.

NICKNAME/S: Rikku calls him big meanie, and probably sometimes red. Still others might call him Sir.

AGE: 25 (at time of death) - 35 (at time of Sending)

BIRTHDAY: Some point in the mid-Spring. The date wasn’t recorded.

ETHNIC GROUP: Human (Yevonite), Macalanian.

NATIONALITY: Yevonite

LANGUAGE/S: Spiran Common. He knows a few basic words and phrases of Al Bhed but nothing more.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Grey-ace, sex neutral.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic, perhaps slightly inclined towards men(?). Intensely monogamous.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: unattached (verse-dependent)

CLASS: Practical: Warrior - 2H Sword (ATK, DEF, tank, debuff) ; Social: variable, depending on the point in his life. He’s gone from low-working-class to mid- then high warrior class, then booted back out into near-poverty, then to Dream Zanarkand where he didn’t fit anywhere.

HOMETOWN / AREA: Bevelle - from age 8 (There was once a small village back in the mountains of Macalania that a young boy called ‘home’. It’s not there any more.)

CURRENT HOME: (verse-dependent) Wandering.

PROFESSION: Originally, a warrior monk in the Church of Yevon, dedicated to the protection of the people against Sin and fiends and heretics and upholding the law of the land. After that, a guardian, dedicated solely to the protection of his Summoner. (After and in-between, he had to find something to do in Dream Zanarkand that wasn’t just babysitting Tidus…)

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Black, streaked with grey. Long when he was young, kept short when older save for a long queue at the back.

EYES: Amber, appearing mid-brown in low light but bright in full light. After his death, he only has one and developed a light sensitivity in the remaining one. It’s one of the reasons that he wears the sunglasses, along with the added bonus of obscuring his face - they protect his eye from brightness or sudden changes in light intensity. He also has impaired depth perception that he had to learn to work with, relearning even things as basic as how to navigate, much less fight.

NOSE: A fairly average-sized nose with a straight bridge, the tip pointed out slightly more from his face than you’d see in southern Yevonites or Al Bhed.

FACE: Oval face shape, with a gentle taper from cheekbones to jawline, firm jaw leading down to a strong chin. Slightly v-shaped hairline. When he was young he always kept clean-shaven, but as he got older, he has a sort of permastubble going on, as sometimes he bothers to shave and sometimes he doesn’t, but is apparently incapable of managing to grow an actual beard.

LIPS: Somewhat thin, often chapped (this man needs a chapstick, has Zanarkand invented those yet?). Prone to turning up into a smirk when he’s amused, but he doesn’t fully smile very often, much less grin.

COMPLEXION: Pale with yellow undertones, though he’s usually slightly tanned from being outside often. In places like Bikanel or the southern islands, he will burn (and be extremely irritable about it).

BLEMISHES: A massive scar that crosses his face from above his right eyebrow to his jawline, sealing the eye shut, and continues down from his shoulder to just above his right hip. He also has a fair amount of less drastic scarring incurred in battle, but aside from a few larger or more severe wounds, those are relatively minor due to the availability of healing magic and potions.

TATTOOS: None.

HEIGHT: 6’0”, probably 6’0.5”-6’1” in his boots - some people find this surprising, as his presence (most often!) gives him the impression of being an even larger man

WEIGHT: I’m terrible at judging/guessing this tbh - maybe somewhere around 200 lbs?

BUILD: BRICK WALL. Mesomorph, and very fit. He’s extremely solid, with a core like a steel beam from swinging that sword around like he does. Definitely looks like he could toss Braska to safety without a second thought. Nice legs, broad shoulders and hefty arms, a muscular but rather flat ass.

ALLERGIES: Incompetence. Mold and mildew, as well as mild lactose intolerance.

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Mostly unstyled. Queue bound back with a tie or thin ribbon, the shorter majority he simply runs his fingers through and that’s good enough.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Resting murderface. Ah, stoic. He tends to show his emotions readily on his face but the changes of expression are always very minor, so one has to look close and know him well to see what he’s feeling. The signs are always there to be picked out, though. Everything is thrown out the window when it comes to very strong emotions, though, usually anger, which is obvious for all to see. When he was younger, his expressions were usually more obvious, but that changed over time.

USUAL CLOTHING: Dark, dark grey pants with a lighter grey vertical stripe on the front, back, and sides that tuck into tall black boots, which have a protective plate on top of the foot and a decorative medallion at the top of the boot that helps secure the strapping. A very basic undershirt between skin and a black hardened-leather cuirass with simple yellow-gold detailing. A tall grey cowl with leather strapping attaches to the cuirass itself, and with a pair of oval-lensed sunglasses does a good job of hiding his expression.

Over top, a long, ankle-length heavy red coat evocative of a haori, with a thick collar/front edging of blue edged with white. A pair of buckled straps at the end of each sleeve allows the wide sleeve to be pulled closed not unlike the standard yoroi hitatare worn under armor. His right forearm is bound from the wrist halfway up and covered over the back of his forearm with a bracer made of three plates, his right hand gloved with black leather. On his left shoulder is a pauldron of hardened brown leather, finely tooled and decorated.

The coat is held closed with a wide belt of scaled grey-green under double straps of brown leather, which is covered on the sides and back with a protective layer of steel detailing and blue lamellar plates. At his belt he carries a large jug, held with braided leather straps and a cord of decorative beading.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: failure, letting others down, enclosed spaces, losing himself to becoming a fiend

ASPIRATION/S: When he was younger, he was far more idealistic in some ways - he wanted to help people, to protect, and he did. The main ideal of that aspiration didn’t change as he got older, but the scope did. It became not so much an aspiration as a hope, a desperate goal to frantically grasp at even as it slipped through his fingers.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Determined, protective, intelligent, enduring, loyal, forthright (younger).

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Bossy. Prideful. Stubborn. Acerbic. Secretive. Can and will walk right over you if you stand between him and his goal.

MBTI: ISTJ - The Logistician

ENNEAGRAM: Type 8 - The Challenger

ZODIAC: Aries (sun) - Virgo (moon)

TAROT: Justice (young), Death (in-game)

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

SOUL TYPE/S: Hunter (with Thinker/Helper/Leader all tied for second place)

ANIMAL: well the test was terribly wrong for him but the closest thing there was Rhino, though that one underestimates his mental capabilities (many thanks to B-chan for helping me scour the choices)

VICE/S: This man can hold grudges. Usually big ones, but sometimes he can get in a snit and be very petty (see: the stop at the Macalania Travel Agency where Tidus calls him ‘old’ and Auron stops talking, turns away with a hrmf and a snide remark and then won’t even look at Tidus for the remainder of the stay). After his death, self-loathing is a serious vice as well, one that wasn’t present before (or at least until the very end of his life).

FAITH: Once, he believed in Yevon. Now, that couldn’t be further from the case. What faith he once had was thoroughly crushed.

GHOSTS?: As an Unsent, he himself is one, after a fashion. Even if he wasn’t, fiends would fit the definition well enough. In Spira, ghosts are not so much a matter of superstition as they are a natural part of the world; it is why summoners are needed to Send souls to the farplane, and the existence of fiends and unsent are abject proof.

AFTERLIFE?: Yes. As with ghosts, this is not so much a matter of faith as it is natural and evident. While one can debate whether the images the living see of their loved ones on the Farplane are a projection or truly their souls, that does not deny the truth that one can visit the Farplane itself.

REINCARNATION?: Yes, though mostly in the less comforting knowledge that one can become a fiend after death. A truly new life… he’s less certain of the possibility, though he’d like to believe.

ALIENS?: He’s been to and lived in a world created from dreams and set foot on the alternate plane of the afterlife. He’s inclined to think that anything is possible. There are so many stars out there, of course some other worlds with people on them are out there too. It just doesn’t have any bearing on his world here and now.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: For much of his life, Lawful Neutral/Good and a supporter as well as part of the reigning religious oligarchy/theocracy. Later and near the end of his life, as well as his unlife, Neutral Good/True Neutral and in (at first) subtle opposition to the established Church and then actively attempting its complete overthrow.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: He never really had much of a need or want for material goods. He always had a few treasured possessions, but between his personality and his lifestyle he never accumulated many ‘things’. After he dies, he has even less to his name, but he’s content with remaining that way. He travels, feeling out of place, and so keeps his pack light rather than gathering and keeping objects. As he doesn’t spend much, he doesn’t particularly want for money.

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: He’s… famous, being the (a) Legendary Guardian, but that doesn’t really afford him anything other than awe, and occasionally a free room. He stays out of politics once Yevon is brought low. It’s up to the people who will live for the future to determine it, after all.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Once he was dedicated to the Church of Yevon at 8 years old, he was granted good schooling along with all the other child-acolytes and training to enter the ranks of the warrior monks. Before that, he didn’t have anything in the way of formal schooling and was illiterate, though he’d been learning practical skills for some time. He was of an age that he was starting to try his hand at trades and would have chosen one to apprentice to had circumstances not changed his fate.

FAMILY.

FATHER: (deceased)

MOTHER: (deceased)

EXTENDED FAMILY: brother (Feron - deceased)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): none (verse-dependent)

NAME MEANING/S: high mountain/mountain of strength (Hebrew); gold (aur) - a divine ending/death (on) (Old Celtic/Welsh); gold (aurum - Latin) gilded/gilt/noble (aureus - Latin); dawn (Áron - Quenya)

HISTORICAL CONNECTION: What familial history he may once have had is lost. The Church broke its ties with him, and he with it. What connection he has to history is his part in the story of Braska’s and Yuna’s Pilgrimages, until those stories are told no more.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: He likes histories and tales, whether fiction or not - a good story. The ending of it does not matter so much as what happens during the book.

MOVIE: He’s not much of a movie person, actually, but as with books, he’d prefer one with solid characters and a good story to it over anything else.

DEITY: He’s not fond of gods these days, self-proclaimed or otherwise.

MONTH: October

SEASON: Autumn

PLACE: Somewhere not the South. He prefers cooler climes and does terribly in hot weather, growing irritable the longer he has to deal with it.

WEATHER: Sun out but clouds in the sky, with a crisp breeze blowing.

SOUND: Gentle rainfall, the crunch of leaves and evergreen needles under boots, soft humming.

SCENT/S: Cedar wood, pine, stone in the forest slightly grown over with moss, the brightness of a mountain stream’s spray.

TASTE/S: Seasoned game meats, fish; will steal your berry tarts.

FEEL/S: Wood and tree bark, slightly textured paper, braided fabric, simple glazed pottery.

ANIMAL/S: Auron is most definitely a dog person. He’s also fond of flying creatures, and you’ll often see me associate him with the red-tailed hawk.

NUMBER: Three. It is a good, solid number, is it not?

COLOR: He likes red, favouring it enough to choose the colour for his coat, and in general likes autumn and winter tones.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: planning, combat, snarky commentary

BAD AT: Magic. White, Black, Blue, Time, it doesn’t matter. Absolute shit at it. I have a headcanon that he doesn’t even have the capability for it, backed by the fact that the abilities in his grid is essentially all physical - the debuff-abilities can be explained as ki-type physical energies rather than magic. He’d like to be able to cast even as little as a simple Cure, but it’s beyond him. Also bad at empathising.

TURN-ONS: Entirely dependent on the person, and pretty much null in general unless he’s romantically attracted to or involved with that person.

TURN-OFFS: Arrogance, superiority, degradation, arguments, pain, excessive testing of his patience (a little is fine but don’t push it too far-), et al.

HOBBIES: He doesn’t really have much in the way of hobbies. There’s almost always been something to keep him busy, and so he never had much time to develop fun down-time things. He does whittle, if there’s dead time and he’s feeling inclined. It’s an easy enough thing that keeps his hands busy, and he can just pick up wood wherever he’s settling down to camp and discard whatever he makes if he doesn’t care to keep it, so materials are never really an issue save for keeping his knife sharp.

TROPES: BFS; Dead All Along; Determinator; The Atoner; The Stoic/Not So Stoic; Taking the Bullet; Tall, Dark, and Snarky, I Gave My Word

AESTHETIC TAGS: I actually don’t have a dedicated aesthetic tag for him and I really should. Hmm. I’ll get on that…

[shamewaddle]

can i request light bulb mirror lighting everywhere i go in life

[newtonsheffield]

I have no doubt that you will be able to salvage an HEA for "Through the Wire"... but, boy oh boy, are your snippets giving me anxiety cuz Anthony's life seems to be in absolute shambles after he fucks up with Kate. Like, it's to the point where I am morbidly happy that the accident happened (though I'm obviously glad it wasn't fatal) because I truly don't know how long Anthony would go on living if he lost Kate (which he did) and his family (some of which he did).

Oooof I'm not going to lie to you: Anthony's life hasn't been good since Kate left.

He knew when he broke up with her that he'd never love anyone else, and he also knew that he seemed to be the kind of person that clung to grief, while others slowly let it go. It sat with him forever, slowly tearing tiny pieces off him until he was red raw and bleeding all over the carpet.

He couldn't bring himself to change anything that she had left, though edwina had come and taken most of her things, occasionally tossing him a snide Is this Kate's?! when she couldn't be sure. But he couldn't touch anything else. Left everything just the way it had been. He'd left her shampoo and conditioner in the shower, kept using it actually, so it felt like she was still there. So her pillow still smelled a little bit like her.

He came home from work, sat at the kitchen counter and stared into space mostly, his fingers drumming occasionally on the tabletop. Then he'd slowly, even though he knew how wrong it was, go back through Kate's social media, looking at the pictures of them together, their lips brushing, their fingers intertwined. He watched the videos of her, perched on his back as he piggy backed her around on holiday, her chin perched on his head. and he can almost feel it, the love she felt for him, still in the room, still pressed against his chest. Until one day he can't see her profile anymore.

He gets new bobby pins, new hair ties and leaves them in the dresser in the bathroom, keeps buying the brand of orange juice Kate liked even though he never drinks it. He barely drinks anything these days. Barely eats. Properly grows out his beard, and eventually stops caring for himself at all.

Even when his mother stands in front of him and basically begs him, begs him to just try he can't. Or won't.

"Anthony, this is hurting me. Seeing you like this is hurting me, do you understand that?"

And it stings at his chest, of course it does. Cuts him open again until there's nothing left.

But still, he just stares at the wall. Where the picture she took of him hangs.

"So stop looking then."

He sits there, all night, with his fist around the necklace she'd ripped off her neck the night she'd left, thrown it at him while she screamed.

I hate you, Anthony. I fucking hate you!

The word scrawled in cursive that had been a joke between them, a joke when he'd given it to her if he was honest. Two months ago at Valentine's day.

Wifey

But Kate had laughed, putting it around her neck before she'd disappeared into the bathroom, returning stripped down to black lace, and the way she'd moved above him with that necklace hanging around her neck would be branded in his mind forever.

She'd never taken it off again.

And every moment lived in his mind, torturing him forever. Right up until his car gets hit, rolling across the street until he's hanging upside down, pain shooting through his body his last words before he closes his eyes

You deserve this

And Finally, he knows peace.

[heymrspatel]

Hi Juilssa! How are you today? ✨✨

Hope you don’t mind answering some headcanons (:

Have Mickey and Ian ever try to contact Svetlana /Yevgeny? Does Ian eventually grow beard/ facial hair? How does mickey react? Does Mickey reconnects with his brothers after Terry died?

Have a great weekend(:

anon xx, hi!! first of all, i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to answer this! every time i started i would ramble off the rails and lose the plot haha so let's try this again hopefully in a sensible manner 😅

ok... starting this one off by saying that my opinions on this may be unpopular? but, i'm of the belief that mickey closed that door and doesn't have any desire to reopen it. i personally don't think he should feel any type of guilt or responsibility about this. there is so much trauma for him there and i don't think this is necessarily unresolved for him when it comes to svetlana or yevgeny. (i actually don't even think yev is his asldkfj) i would love for him and ian to talk about this though. to get closure and understanding on those years for THEM as partners and for their future, but not because mickey feels he needs to get in touch with either svet or yev. *sweats*

HELL YES!!!! i simply will never forgive john wells for this (well, for many things 😒 i'm still coming for you bitch!) i think ian would totally be into growing it and getting really into it. getting beard oils and such. and mickey? oooof that boy just loses his entire mind! i imagine him being like those enamored cartoon characters? heart eyes popping out, tongue flapping "AAAOOOGGAAA" sound. imagine? getting to feel that beard on his skin? tickling his neck and trailing down his body and on his thighs WOWEE MAMA!

i would love mickey to get in touch with all his siblings after a while! i think there was true love there. a comradery. only they know how it was to grow up in that house and i think they have a real bond because of it. all those milkovich kids deserve the world.

thank you for dropping by! sorry it took me forever, it's just that i can't stop rambling! 💙

it is... no longer the weekend lmao have a great wednesday/time zone!

[dangermousie]

I know I keep flailing but this is all so flail-worthy!

You can totally tell he’s both excited and apprehensive, he’s quietly buzzing.

Her face lights up, as it always does, when she sees him.

And then she sees who he has brought behind him. Her no-good father. Who he is making to apologize to the whole factory (which last saw him waving a gun, shoving women and kidnapping children.)

Oooof! She is such a little girl in this moment.He can never fix anything with his parents - they are both dead - but her father, however awful he is, is still alive, and while it’s clear Aziz would happily shove him into a hole forever, he knows this is a constant ache for Efnan, a thought in the back of her head “what is wrong with me, why doesn’t he love me, why is he always thus?”

Bwahahah, he’s like a stern teacher or perhaps a mob boss (hi Ramo!) expecting the correct answer that he taught the man ahahahahahhahah who clearly starts parroting what he knows he’s supposed to say or ELSE...(side note,he’s never been hotter to me in this show than in this moment. I have issues.)

Hahaha at the little kid goggling and the factory workers doing the same, but I love that he didn’t just get the man a job somewhere else, he brought him over here not just because it’s easier to keep track of the man but because this is where Efnan weaves, these are her friends and they all saw her father be awful and even though they don’t judge her for it, he knows this is in the back of her head - all her friends and coworkers knowing about how awful a failure her father is, and he’s fixing that for her. He told awful dad back way when that he won’t let him take away that girl cousin’s childhood the way dad took Efnan’s and what strikes me is he can’t fix her childhood - nobody can fix the past - but he’s doing his damn level best to make sure the trauma from her childhood does not carry over into the present and future, to the biggest extent he’s able.

Ooof, Efnan.

Seriously. EEE! Oh, Aziz. It’s like he’s making sure to address all the horrible things her father said and did to her one by one, to the extent he can of course (at the party, Daddy awfully claimed Efnan is selfish and never cared.)

This is a lie but I love she insists on it. It’s such a defense mechanism.

The way he doesn’t bark back, as he normally would. Aziz is a terrifying miracle worker. But yup, next item on the agenda - she said she fantasized what it would have been like if he had a real job so here we are!

He is so nervous! Because this is so important to Efnan so he wants to get it right.

Hahahaha they are all “boss lost his mind.”

This is pretty much a quote of what she told Aziz she wanted I am DYING!!!!

This!!! I am going literally insane!!!! But also, I love that he found out who his father’s murderer is, there is gun and food smuggling, potential rebellion, and he still took time out for this. And on top of it his nemesis wants his girl, and his reaction to that discovery is not to rage or snap at her or be jealous at her but to be as good as possible to Efnan.

She’s like, he did all that stuff, you’d never hire someone like that and his response:

I caaaaaan’t!

[villa-kulla]

Gus and howard interacting after the whole shoot out like. The absolute stress of the time leading up to the meeting and the actual meeting! Howard having to face the man he helped try to kill. Gus viewing howard as an actual threat instead of just some pretty face. God would he try to kill howard??? Like heres his enemy happily prancing around w his guy under his arm (i think lalo would be too possessive to let people assume howard isnt his bc then what if someone tries to hit on him like there is no way there arent any gay people in those pool parties and Howard isn't bad looking.....okay thats a different ask about howard and the pool parties and the poor guy who tries to hit on howard before he realizes who howard showed up w/ and lalo does his whole haha im just here to talk :)) but like gus knows killing howard would HURT lalo but it would also hurt him? Is he willing to take the mantle of being someone elses Hector? Yes i am being absolutely normal about these guys.

omg missed this message so sorry just saw it now, but yessss obsessed with their first interaction post fic 'cause they'd HAVE to meet again. I see Howard kinda frantically tap dancing like 'soooo here we are again, isn't this funny, just us two pillars of the community involved in all this, hey remember last time how I tried to steer you to your death, at least we both understand it's business not personal ha ha haaa' and Gus just slow blinking and letting him run his mouth, and finally delivering some super cold one liner I haven't thought of yet lol, and just walking away leaving Howard feeling extremely awkward and unsettled, but hey, fair enough.

and yeah while I do love love love the idea of Lalo being gay or bi and having it be this open secret in the cartel, part of me feels like it's only as long as he doesn't push the envelope. So even if people suspect there's something going on there betwen them, I don't know if cartel pool parties are a bastion of allyship lol, I see them playing it cool. But as you say, "Howard isn't bad looking" (minor correction, howard is a SMOKESHOW I'm sorry it took 6 seasons for me to realize it, but in my defense 'NAMAST3' is a hell of a mood killer), and I could totally see some curious cartel guy getting his flirt on, cornering Howard in the kitchen and bragging about all his hits, like "you wouldn't believe what these hands can do" and Lalo appearing out of nowhere and hacking off one of the guy's hands with a meat cleaver and watching it fly through the air like "ha ha yeah wow that is a good trick"

Anyways back to Gus lmao, ugh yes that would be a fascinating dynamic of how he gradually sees Lalo and Howard, and the rage, but also envy he might feel at seeing they're partnered up, and having this opportunity to hurt the salamancas as much as they hurt him handed to him on a silver platter, maybe wanting it emotionally because it would be satisfying, but it wouldn't be the SMART thing to do, and Gus is nothing if not careful. "but like gus knows killing howard would HURT lalo but it would also hurt him? Is he willing to take the mantle of being someone elses Hector?" okay.......this sentence is fucking with my mind a little and I need to lie down forever now, oooof </3

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

❛ i’d be yours, if you asked. ❜ Lucian/Hardy 🥺

Oooof!

This prompt right here, this'll kill the John with the softness of it!

Excellent, let's make this work for the au. This takes place after the silver bullet thing, when Vardy's recovering and these two are having Feelings.

On with the fic!

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"Can we go for a walk?"

Lucian looked over at Alec, who had finally left his room after a few days of recovery. He still looked exhausted and weak, but there was that stubbornness, burning in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was not going to stop asking for this. That, or he'd just slip on his shoes and walk out the door himself.

"Are you feeling well enough to do so?" Lucian asked, treading carefully.

"I'm up, that's well enough."

From what Ellie had told him of hospital stays that Alec had in the time she'd known him, he'd always try to escape the moment he woke up. He logic of being able to sit up meaning that he was well was probably how he lived his life.

Dangerous way of thinking, but Lucian had no room to talk, considering his own experiences with injuries. He did get stabbed with silver-tipped spikes and nearly passed out, yet still managed to lead a rebellion in all of the span of a few hours, so...

"Alright, let me get my shoes on." Lucian replied, standing up.

They soon found themselves walking slowly around the town in the late evening, when there were less people about. Alec was shivering in the cool breeze of the night, even though Lucian felt just fine, how terrible it must be for someone to feel like he was always living in winter weather when there was no snow about.

He'd offer his jacket, but he felt that Alec would reject it, he was prideful in his own right and didn't like asking for help.

And yet, through his recovery, he had asked Lucian for things. They were simple, down to just 'can you stay with me'. There was always the option to say 'not right now', but Lucian never said that, he always said yes. He'd sit in the room with Alec until he passed out again, to let his body recovery from the silver poisoning, to accept the blood transfusions he was receiving.

They took him off them this morning, Tess said he should be fine now, and should be able to just drink it without much trouble. Alec hadn't said much in protest to this, he just slipped himself back under the blankets and turned on his side to go back to sleep.

Well, fake going back to sleep, Lucian could tell when someone was sleeping from how their breathing sounded, but he pretended not to notice. He looked at the quiet vampire who walked beside him. "Are you alright, do we need to stop?"

He looked a bit tired, his steps slower, sluggish. Alec opened his mouth to protest, but closed it, nodding instead, and Lucian guided him to sit down on a bench nearby. They sat there for a few minutes while Alec tried to catch his breath, rubbing at his chest.

"What's wrong?" Lucian asked and Alec shot him a look, but there wasn't much fire to it, no bite.

"Chest hurts... I guess I'm pushing it."

"Do you need..." Lucian held out his hand and Alec shook his head, looking uncomfortable. "It'll help, just a small boost."

"I don't want to take more of your blood."

"You didn't take much before, you've been having your supply of human blood lately."

Alec still didn't look comfortable, looking away. "I don't wanna take more from you, Lucian. You've already... you've already done so much for me these past few days, and I don't get why."

"Don't get why?" Lucian frowned, lowering his hand. "Alec, I'm doing all this because I care about you, your safety. You frightened me when you were suffering from the silver, it had been so close to your heart."

"Not the worst thing my heart's dealt with."

"That's not the point, you could have died. You could have died because of me."

Alec looked at him now, frowning. "Is that why you're being nice? Because I saved you?"

Lucian shook his head. "No. While I am forever thankful for what you did, I... I've been by your side because I care about you. And when I care about someone, I do everything I can for them."

He licked his lips, leaning back. "I've always been this way, with my pack when I first took them in during my rebellion, I wanted to do what was best for them, because I did care for them all. And with... with Sonja, oh, I'd pluck the moon from the sky for her if she asked me to. This has nothing to do with you saving my life, Alec, I've been at your bedside for nearly a week because I want you to be safe, alive."

"You... care about me?" Alec asked in disbelief. "Even though I've been such a bastard to you?"

"You're like that with many people." Lucian smiled. "But you also have shown me kindness, you hated me at first, but I see that now this isn't the case. I apologize if this seems like a lot to put on you, but with how I feel, I see you as if you're one of mine, if you know what I mean."

He then frowned, scratched at his head. "Fuck, that sounds terrible to say, embarrassing, really. I mean, I just..."

"I’d be yours, if you asked."

Lucian turned, looking at the vampire, who was looking at him with a careful expression, one meant to hide what was really going on in his head. But there were cracks, and Lucian could tell that there was something.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I'd be yours, if you asked." Alec repeated. "Lucian, it's pretty obvious I don't have you like I did when we first met. I've come to know you in your time here, and... I don't know, I guess things have changed, for me, between us. You're not as subtle as you think you are."

"And by saying you'd be mine, you mean..?"

Alec didn't say anything, he just took Lucian's hand, intertwining their fingers.

There were no words, it was a question though. Lucian answered with a small, careful squeeze, to which Alec replied with his own.

They sat quietly together on that bench, under the streetlights, the moon and the night sky. No one said a word, but no one had to. At one point, Lucian took back his hand to remove his jacket, placing it around Alec's shoulders, just a little warmth, if he wanted it.

Alec just gave him a nod, the barest hint of a quirk of his lips, before taking back Lucian's hand.

They soon left in silence, walking back to Alec's place, back up to his room. Alec removed the jacket, setting it aside on a chair in the room, before gesturing for Lucian to lay on the bed with him. Lucian was hesitant, but still, he made himself comfortable.

The vampire laid down next to him, never saying a word, but kept himself close as he started to drift off to sleep. Lucian smiled just a little at him before closing his eyes, listening to the faint, slow heartbeat of the man next to him.

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I don't think they needed to say much more after that. :3c

[lucientelrunya]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you @forerussake for tagging me <3

name/nicknames: on the internet I'm almost always Lucien Telrunya or Luci, a real life nickname is 'Angel' or 'Angely'. My real name doesn't have any short forms and I don't like it, I prefer Luci.

fandoms: Hmmm, currently I'm very deep into various C-Dramas, mostly DMBJ (the only one I've written for so far), but also Guardian, MDZS, L.O.R.D. Critical World, Tientsin Mystic. I also still like Stranger Things (when will I ever finish my fics for that, I wonder) or various video games like Final Fantasy VII, VIII or XII.

two shots?: I'm not sure if this means something that is divided into two chapters? Then: None. I tend to write long ass things, even though I really tried my hand at a few one-shots.

most popular multi-chapter fic: That would be my first ever tumblr-post that started 'Like a lonely house' and also my first fic posted to AO3. I was so surprised by all the reactions here on tumblr and also on AO3, it really encouraged me to write more.

actual worst part of writing: oooof. I don't really know. Guess it depends on the mood? Sometimes it's trying to connect two scenes that popped up in my head. Sometimes it's trying to put something that's playing inside my head on repeat into words. Sometimes it's getting started with writing at all. Or endings. Or summaries......

how do you choose your titles: By looking at poetry or lyrics and trying to find a line that resonates and just feels right. Sometimes it's easy ('Like a lonely house' was easy), most times it's really hard (it took me forever to find 'We go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos' and then I wasn't sure if it was too long for a title, but it fit so perfectly that I didn't care in the end).

do you outline?: A little. I mostly have a vague idea what I want and then I see where that takes me. Or I have some scenes/things I want to happend and I need to write a story around them.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: The Hei Xiazi/Zhang Rishan Immortals AU (I really, really want to read that, but I don't think I could write it, I feel like I couldn't do Hei Xiazi justice). Probably the whole Fo Ye, Ba Ye and Rishan in a tomb losing sight, hearing and voice and having to find their way out of the tomb. I still love the idea, but it's such a nebulous concept, I don't even know what would happen. But maybe this year will surprise me, who knows. There was also an idea for a fic about Wen Ning (MDZS) getting turned back into a living person and having to navigate all the things that come with that again.

callouts @ me: Stop comparing yourself to others, I'd say ^^°°°

best writing traits: I have no idea?

spicy tangential opinion: Ummm... It is spicy to say I don't get many of the various AUs in which the characters are gender-swapped or otherwise so heavily changed that they barely resemble the original character and I just wonder why people don't just write original fiction? Back when I wrote a lot of originals with my RP-partner we always had certain actors in mind (mostly even in a certain role) and imagined our character to look like them.

tagging: @elletromil, @s1utspeare, @daydreamorama, @kholran only if you want to, of course :)

[transcending-time]

All I’ve Ever Known - Obi-Wan x Reader (5)

Ch 5. Modern Tea Shop AU

Pairing: Fem Reader x Obi-Wan

Trigger Warning: Emotional abuse

Description: (Y/N) has been working in a tea shop for the past couple of months while living with her mother. On the outside, everything seems wonderful. (Y/N) is a positive and smiley individual who just wants to make others happy. But looks can be deceiving. Underneath that positive smile is hurt and vulnerability from a living situation that is less than ideal. One day a stranger enters the shop and changes her life forever.

Authors Note:  Oooof this one hurt to write but also was one that I loved to write because of some fluff that happens hehe Sorry this one is late posting today. I had some things to do today. Also I was feeling a bit insecure about my writing fjsdfjdsfjs so had to fight myself to actually post it hahah As promised, readers doodle will be included in the story hehe ahaha Anyways hope you like!

Previous Chapter: Ch 4

Tag List: @where-fantasy-meets-reality @s-r-clowns @mrskenobi19 @stomponmemommy

        (Y/N) doodled in her book, sitting on the stool behind the counter. It had been a couple of days since the piano lesson. A dreamy smile came to her face. She could still feel the warmth of his hands over hers, his arms wrapped around her. The feeling of absolute excited nervousness and warmth spread across her chest. She hadn’t felt this sort of excitement in...well...a long time. He was such an amazing man, that Obi-Wan. 

She looked down at her doodle of the man who had captivated her attention. She was pretty proud of her drawing. Her index finger lightly dragged along the cheek bone of her drawing. 

        ‘Get yourself together, (Y/N). He’s just being nice, especially now that he knows you are friends with Anakin and Padme. He’s not actually interested that way’ she thought to herself, sighing softly. This negative self talk always seemed to come to bring her doubt whenever she was trying to think of something nice. She hated how negative she could be to herself, not that she would show anyone how she truly felt. Despite these thoughts, she pushed them aside as much as she could. Even if he was being nice, that was so sweet of him to do, he didn’t have to.

And now they had plans for Monday. Another lesson and lunch? Was it a date? Or was it just a friendly hang out? She wasn’t sure, but it excited her nonetheless. She heard the timer go off for the oven and quickly made her way to the kitchen, putting on her oven mitts and took out the Ricotta cheese strudel. They smelled delicious. 

Ding.

        She raised an eyebrow curiously and quickly set the tray of strudel onto the counter and looked down at her phone. She smiled. It was a text from Obi-Wan. 

Good morning, (Y/N). Are you working today?

I am. You?

I just had one class scheduled today. Have you had many customers?

No. Not really. Today’s shift usually has the least amount of people. Kinda boring haha But I did just make some Ricotta strudel 

Sounds delightful. I should be there in a few minutes, if you don’t mind the company of course

She smiled.

I would love the company. Would you like the usual?

Maybe something different today. Perhaps surprise me?

Sounds good ;) Have the perfect thing in mind

               She walked up to the front of the store and looked at the assortment of teas on the wall, tapping her chin. What would Obi like? Blood orange maybe? Or Strawberry? Or perhaps their new addition of Lavender Earl Grey? Maybe add some sugar and a bit of milk? Yes. That’s what she would do. (Y/N) prepared the tea, letting it steep for a bit before pouring it into the cup and placing it on the saucer. 

She went back to the kitchen where the strudel was cooling and sliced it up, placed it onto a display tray and brought it out, grabbing one slice and placing it onto the saucer for Obi-Wan. Hopefully he would like them both. She brought both to his usual table. 

Ring

        The ring of the bell to the front door rang and she turned around with a smile, seeing the smiling face of Obi-Wan. 

        “Great timing. The tea is ready and there’s a strudel with your name on it” she giggled and smiled.

        “I have been told I have a flair for dramatic timing” he chuckled and went over to sit down. “Why don’t you join me? At least until you get more customers”

        “I’d love to,” she smiled and sat in the seat across from him. 

        “How have you been?” Obi asked.

        “Oh I’m ok just been working a lot...And doing some drawings and such…” she ran her fingers through her hair. Obi-Wan smiled, but that smile soon turned into concern as she saw a bandage on her finger. 

        “What happened there?” he took her hand in his gently, running his thumb gently across the skin of her hand. His blue eyes staring intently at the finger.

        “With what? Oh...my finger…? Oh it’s ummm…I just…” she bit her lip “I just cut it on something. No big deal…”

        Obi-Wan wasn’t quite convinced, but he wouldn’t push her further if she didn’t wish to speak of it. He gently let her hands go and gave a gentle smile “Well let’s try this strudel shall we?” He took it in his hand and took a bite. “Mmmm...this is quite good. I think it’s one of my favourites”

        “I’m glad,” she smiled. “Oh. The tea is Lavender Earl Grey. It’s one of our new ones” 

        “It smells good” 

        Suddenly a ring at the door sounded and they both turned their heads to see who it was. (Y/N)’s face visibly paled and she stood up, walking to get behind the counter. 

        “Mom? What...are you doing here?”

                                                                    --

        “What am I not allowed to be here?” the woman smiled at her daughter. Her smile was that of a kind mother, but something about the way (Y/N) tensed at her words, made Obi-Wan think that there was more going on. More going on that had to do with the bandaged finger. He didn’t know for certain, and didn’t want to make assumptions, but it was clear that her mother made her nervous.

Obi-Wan sat up and walked over to the counter as silent support to (Y/N). Their eyes met for a brief second. 

        “Oh...umm mom...This is Obi-Wan. A... friend of mine I met here at the shop…” (Y/N) blushed lightly and smiled softly at Obi-Wan for a moment.

        “A friend huh?” (Y/N)’s mother looked him up and down. “Nice to meet you, I’m Theresa. (Y/N)’s mom”

        He gave a small smile, not wanting to add to the tense atmosphere. Even though he knew something was going on beyond appearances, he didn’t want to exacerbate any possible situation for (Y/N). She looked like she was upset enough. “You too”

        “Did you need something?” (Y/N) asked. 

        “I’ll get some of the cinnamon tea and 4 of that strudel there. Make sure you don’t eat it though. I need it for if I have guests over” 

        “...I wasn’t planning to…”

        “Just wanted to let you know. No need to be grumpy ” she smiled sweetly.

        Obi-Wan frowned at the exchange and saw (Y/N)’s face fall. His heart hurt seeing her heart hurt like it did. “I’ll be back in a moment. I’m just going to wash my hands”

        “Ok” (Y/N) smiled. “Bathroom is just around the corner” she pointed towards the bathroom, to which he gave a soft smile as he walked off towards the washroom.

 He opened the door, went over to the sink and ran the warm water over his hands. He sighed and took some paper towels to dry them. He could hear the two women talking in hushed tones. Obi-Wan opened up the door slightly to be able to hear the conversation, and he did not enjoy what he was hearing. 

        “Don’t you dare try to embarrass me like that again. You are acting like an entitled brat” her mother growled lightly.

        “I didn’t even do anything! I was just saying that I wasn’t going to eat them”

        “You gave me attitude”

        “But I didn’t”

        “You did. And to top it off you didn’t even do the dishes this morning!” 

        Her heart sank. She had meant to do them but she completely forgot. She held her head in shame “Sorry I was running late this morning. I’ll do them when I get home”

        “That’s not good enough, (Y/N). You should’ve done them immediately”

        “Like I said I was late. And only one of those dishes are actually mine”

        “Oh so it’s going to be like that? I don’t care that only one is yours! I do so much for you and you can’t even wash my dishes?”

        “I...I didn’t say that I just…”

        “No you know what. I’m so sick of you pulling this crap. If you can’t take care of the dishes properly then you aren’t allowed to use any of my dishes. And you know what else? Don’t even think about touching the food in my fridge. Stuff your face with takeout. You are so ungrateful for what I do for you. When you were in University I was there for you. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have gotten through that. Who was there for you at 3 am when you were crying on the phone every night? That’s right me”

        “Y...you were yelling at me every time” (Y/N) said in a soft, meek voice. 

         “That is a bold faced lie. I was there for you. You are so selfish. I can’t believe that you turned out this way. You’re just like your father. Now get me my stuff so I can go”

         “But…” she sighed. 

         It became silent then, apart from (Y/N) shuffling her feet along the floor and ringing her mom's items out. Obi-Wan walked out the door then as (Y/N) was handing her mother her items. Theresa’s eyes went to Obi-Wan and she smiled. 

         “It was nice to meet you, Obi-Wan” she turned to (Y/N) “See you later, boo” 

         (Y/N) made no attempt to say goodbye and soon her mother left. (Y/N) walked from behind the counter. “I...Do...do you want another tea? Your tea must be cold...I’m sorry...I…”

               Obi-Wan frowned and slowly approached her, (Y/N)’s eyes met his, clearly trying to hold back her emotions. He reached out for her hands and pulled her close, gently wrapping them around her with a soft, gentle touch and her eyes widened as he did so, but she soon melted into his touch and wrapped her arms around his middle. Gentle hands stroked her back affectionately, letting her lean her weight into him. He didn’t mind, he wanted her to feel safe with him. 

        “You know what...How about we get out of here? Maybe go for some ice cream?” 

        “I...I couldn--”

        “Please. It’ll be my treat” he pulled back gently and looked into her eyes softly. She opened her mouth to object, but seeing the softness in his eyes made her close it again. She nodded in agreement. Cynthia always told her that if it was slow that she could close the shop early. She usually never left early, but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt doing it just this once.

                                                                  --

        The two of them walked in silence, (Y/N) tried to keep a smile on her face, but Obi-Wan could notice the pain in her eyes. She felt like she was overreacting with the hurt in her heart, perhaps she did deserve it, she had forgotten to do the dishes after all. She felt so incompetent. 

Casually he reached down and took her small hand in his, entwining his fingers with hers, taking her away from her thoughts. Her eyes looked up into his, and she smiled, her cheeks flushing lightly and she flicked her eyes away shyly. He let out a chuckle, finding it incredibly adorable. 

        “We’re almost there. They have very good ice cream and the owners are quite lovely” 

        “I love ice cream. So I’m pretty excited about it” she smiled. 

         When they finally arrived, they walked up to the door and Obi-Wan held the door open for her.

         “Thank you” (Y/N) smiled lightly.

        “Ahhh! Obi-Wan, my friend! It is good to see you!” a man who looked around his late 50’s came to the counter. “And who is this lovely lady with you?”

         “Hi, I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you” (Y/N) smiled brightly. Obi-Wan’s heart fluttered at seeing that smile, a smile that could easily light up a room with it’s vibrancy.

        “And you little lady. I’m Pete. Any friend of Obi-Wan is a friend of mine. What can I get for you two?”

        “I’ll have a vanilla soft serve on a cone” he turned to (Y/N) with a smile “ What would you like, darling?”

         Her cheeks flushed at the nickname and she couldn’t help but let out a tiny giggle “Oh...Umm...I’ll have a double scoop of mint chocolate chip please. But in a cup if that’s ok?”

        “More than ok. I’ll get right to it '' Pete smiled as he walked to the back to get the ice creams. 

        She turned and looked at Obi-Wan curiously, smirking lightly “Just vanilla soft serve?” 

Obi Wan chuckled “Call me a traditionalist. I like things...soft... and sweet…” he smirked, giving her a sly wink that made her entire face go red.  

        “You are incorrigible” she could stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl, her heart beating quickly in her chest as she pushed him teasingly. He swayed lightly and let out a laugh. 

        “Your face is a delightful shade of red. It was worth it. You’re worth it” he smiled as their eyes met. Both smiled at each other warmly, before Pete came back and handed them their ice creams. 

Perhaps this wouldn’t be such a bad day afterall.