#And she had to cancel because her company is doing lay offs and canceled all travel

[universalvibes]

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[devoutekuna]

Bring your child to work

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

Sukuna doesn't have a job, you don't even know how he gets money. So he brings her to a village he recently raided, he sometimes raided them for resources or just for fun. Once he raided one just because he wasn't willing to pay for your pregnancy cravings. "Dad, this village is all burnt!" complaining at the sight of ash everywhere, kicking her foot through the charred grass blades. "Be quiet" glaring at his daughter as he walked away from her. He was trying to look for atleast a child to keep his daughter company. "Don't leave me!" Running up to him, he didn't understand how she could be scared when her father was the king of curses, plus it was broad daylight and no curse would dare get close to him.

Nanami-

"Let me come with you dad!" All dressed up in her father's clothes, frantically trying to tuck in the shirt, into her skirt. Stood Infront of the bathroom door, she had been awaiting her father to come out, walking out with a bottle of shaving foam in his hand. "You can't sweetheart" crouching down to say it, patting her head as a way to comfort her. She had gotten all dressed up by stealing her father's shirt and tie only to be rejected, even putting in his reading glasses to make her seem more professional. He knew for a fact that she wouldn't be coming with him to work, especially since he was on a mission today. Grabbing her by her shoulders as he dragged her out of the way. "Why not?" Begging for a chance. "Cause I said so" walking towards you.

Sat inside the office reading a book, he purposely didn't take any missions today so that his daughter thought that his job was boring and wouldn't ask again. "Dad, your work is boring!" Sat on the armchair beside him, she had nothing to do but wait for the 9 hours to pass. "I told you that" letting her sit through her actions.

Geto-

Geto has his daughter stand behind the curtains whilst he talks to his followers, not wanting her to hear anything he has to say, especially what would come after he gets mad. He has a personal servant bring her noise cancelling headphones when he starts to get annoyed. Crouching beside her as they played a game, she was so clueless to what her beloved father was doing. Murdering the so-called 'monkeys' of society. "When is my daddy done?" Pats on the head, despite having the headphones on she could recognise that from anywhere. "Right here princess" retracting his hand as he picked her up. Taking the headphones off, dropping them into the servant's hand as he walked off. "Hi daddy!"

Gojo-

When Gojo isn't busy, he's either at home with you or teaching his students, unfortunately for them, they were on a mission already. So he was just laying around in his office. "Dad I'm bored" sat on the sofa opposite him. "So am I" slouching in his chair, there was nothing to do. Even his second year students were on a mission. "Let's go see Nanamin" dragging his son out of his office, searching around the campus just to find the blond. Sat in one of the many lounge rooms. A sigh depleting from his mouth as he heard the voice of the strongest. "What is it now?" Refusing to look up from the book. "Nanamin!" Your son knew who Nanami was due to the many times that Gojo dropped him off on the campus when he went on missions. Despite his many times to stop Gojo's son from calling him 'nanamin' it never worked out since he was so much like his father. "We've come to see you!" Sitting down opposite him. "Are you sure you haven't come to drop your son off?" Receiving the snarky comment was like a bullet to the chest, but he was wrong this time.

Toji-

Toji wasn't officially employed, he was basically unemployed but he always acted like he was employed since he brought in good amounts of money. "Papa I want to help" kicking her little legs as she sat playing with one of the weapons. Her father was currently discussing the new target he had, redacting any words that she may pick up on. "No" Shiu carried on rambling on about the prices he would get if it was under a specific time. "Why not!?" Slapping the poor man with the weapon, fortunately it was blunt, just like playful cloud. "Cause you'll get in my way" ripping the weapon from her hands, putting it back inside the worm. Scrunching up her face as soon as she heard the harsh reality, "Mr Shiu would let me come!" Trying to prove her point even more. "No I wouldn't" he should be smoking right now but didn't for the courtesy of your kid, patting the girl's head as they walked out. Toji following behind him, chuckles could be heard as they left.

[vodika-vibes]

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Tonight

Summary: When you have to cancel date night due to circumstances beyond your control, you expect Fox to be angry. You don’t expect him to show up anyway.

Pairing: Commander Fox x GN!Reader

Word Count: 814

Prompt: Movie Marathon

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you! And thank you for the request! I hope you like it~

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You sniffle and bury yourself under another fleece blanket as you shiver.

It’s not fair. You had tonight's date planned for weeks, planned almost to the minute. And yet, when you woke up this morning, it was with a fever, a sore throat, and body aches.

Serves you right for ignoring your grandmother’s warning about her being sick and visiting her anyway.

And, while you were willing to take drugs and push through the illness, when Fox called you to ask when you wanted him to arrive for your date, he could tell that you were sick.

You didn’t even have the energy to argue against him when he told you that your health was more important than dinner.

He didn’t even sound disappointed, or maybe he did. Your head hurts too much to think about it too much.

You start when your doorbell rings. You’re not expecting company. Not anymore, at least.

But, even so, you roll off the couch and drape your fleece blanket around you like a cape, and walk over to the door. A press of a button unlocks the door, and another button allows the door to slide open, and you squint at the man on the other side of the door.

You really should have put your glasses back on.

Even without your glasses, though, you’re still able to recognize Fox.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, startled. Though you do move out of the way to let him in your home.

“I wanted to see you.” His reply is simple, “Besides, no one should be alone when they’re sick.” Fox holds up the canvas bag that he’s carrying, “I bring soup and movies.”

You blink at him, dumbly, for a moment. “You didn’t have to do that.”

A cool hand presses against your burning cheek and the noise you release can only be called a purr as you lean into the only comfortable thing you’ve felt all day.

Fox laughs, it’s a quiet and affectionate sound and you peer up at him. He’s standing close enough that he’s not blurry, and the look on his face—

Well, it’s reminiscent of the way that your dad looks at your mom when she’s not paying attention.

But you’re not quite able to handle that thought, so you push it to the side and focus on the more important comment he made, “You brought food?”

“I did.” Fox gently nudges you further into your apartment, “Go lay down, cyare.” 

Obediently, you stumble back to the couch and shove some of the many blankets to the floor so you’re able to sit on the actual couch. You grab your glasses and place them back on your face so you’re able to watch Fox properly.

“You’re sleeping on the couch?” He asks from the kitchen, where he appears to be sorting soup into two bowls.

“I tried resting in bed, but it felt like a boulder was lying on my chest,” You reply honestly. Though you regret your honesty when he crosses the room and kneels at your feet, his hand moving to press against your forehead.

“Do I need to call my medic to come and take a look at you?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a cold.”

He doesn’t believe you but accepts your words as fact for now. And then he returns to the kitchen and grabs the two bowls before he returns to your side. “I bought it from a place not far from here.” Fox explains, “Just eat what you can.”

“I don’t think I can eat two bowls,” You point out.

Fox laughs again, “Well, good. Because one of those belongs to me.”

“You’re staying? I thought—”

“What? That I would drop off soup and movies and let you fend on your own?” You feel his hand smooth over your hair, and you feel a surge of affection for the man who hasn’t sat down just yet, “Just because we had to cancel our formal date, doesn’t mean that we can’t still have a date.”

Great, now you want to cry because of how sweet he’s being.

“You…uh…you said you brought movies?”

“Yeah, I raided Thorn’s collection. I haven’t seen any of them.” Fox lifts the small device, “Though, Thorn really only watches horror movies, I hope you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “You’re here to protect me.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about that.”

Half an hour later, you’re sprawled across Fox’s chest while the pair of you watch one of Thorn’s movies. Well, Fox is watching it, you’re more asleep than awake, your ear pressed over his heart.

He doesn’t seem all that bothered that you’re covered in blankets, or that you’re not really paying attention to the movies. And his hand slowly strokes your back, slowly easing you into slumber.

It’s not the date you had planned, but somehow it’s so much better.

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[hb-writes]

Let It Be

Summary: Emma is stressed and needs to vent, but all of her siblings are busy. Christian finds the time anyway.

Characters: Christian Grey & Emmeline Grey (OC)

Fifty Shades Masterlist

Comfy-vember 2024 Masterlist

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Emma wasn't asleep, but she easily could've slipped into a nap while she lounged on a blanket in her parent's backyard. It was a perfect day—unseasonably warm and sunny for the middle of autumn—and she was grateful that her Chemistry professor had taken pity on them, canceling their afternoon lecture so no one had to stay in a dark auditorium on what would probably be the last nice day until spring.

She usually would have stuck around campus to hang out with her friends, but home had been calling her name, meaning the place where she grew up, and not her apartment in the city or Christian's penthouse. Her parents weren't home from work when she arrived, but Emma didn't mind the time alone—or more accurately, time to be alone in Ryan’s presence. She hadn’t seen him since they arrived, but assumed he was watching over her in some manner.

Emma tried not to think about it. She tried to tune out her security detail's constant presence. Tried to imagine he wasn't pacing the yard or constantly looking over to where she was laying in the sun with headphones shoved deep in her ears, a third Beatles album blasting in her ears as she held her eyes shut, cherishing the feel of the warm sun on her skin. With those things in place, she was just able to imagine she was alone.

Emma jumped when something nudged her bare foot and she opened her eyes to find Christian standing above her. He was dressed as if he had come straight from the office, though he had lost his tie and jacket at some point, his shirt sleeves carefully rolled to the elbow.

"Why are you here?" she asked, pulling an earbud free though the music still loud in one ear as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"I ended my day early."

Emma lifted her sunglasses to study her brother. "The Christian Grey I know doesn't end his days early."

"And yet here I am," Christian offered with a smirk that Emma was certain had reached his eyes even if she couldn't see through the dark tint of his sunglasses.

Emma thought of pushing further, of asking why he was here specifically, but she didn't bother, assuming that he was only here because she was here. Because Ryan had told him, or because Ryan had told Taylor, who then promptly informed Christian.

Emma couldn't properly remember the last time someone hadn't known precisely where she was located, which was part of the reason why she had been laying out in the backyard tuning out the world to Beatles album after Beatles album to begin with.

She lowered her sunglasses. "Well, what did I do wrong now?"

"Something, I'm sure," Christian answered as he glanced around the yard. "Your class was canceled?"

"Yup, Dr. Ellis is my new favorite person," Emma answered. "You should give your employees the rest of the day off. Might improve your approval rating."

"A company can't run if—"

"You're not working and the company seems to be running just fine without you," Emma interrupted before resting her head back on the blanket. "And anyway, I was really referring to your personal employees, ones like Ryan." Emma tilted her head in the general direction of where she assumed her security was standing—or more likely, pacing.

"I already did," Christian answered. "He's inside debriefing with Taylor right now.

"Figured there's no point in making them both work if we're spending time together."

Emma pushed herself up on her elbows again.

"I thought you were busy this weekend."

"I am," he said, "but I could make myself available for a few hours right now. Do you still need to talk?"

A bit of emotion swelled in Emma's chest. She had put the message in the group chat with her siblings, asking if anyone wanted to spend the weekend at their parents' home, or even just visit for a bit. 

Emma hadn't expected her sister to be free. She knew Mia was still in California. And Elliot was apparently working out of town, an unfortunate coincidence. Christian had declined, too. He had some charity thing to attend and work meetings, and yet, here he was.

"Come on." Christian held a hand down to his sister to pull her up to her feet. "Let's take a walk."

"How did you know I wanted to talk?" she asked as she stood and slipped into her sandals, her hands still grasped in Christian’s for balance.

"I'm your brother, Em," he answered. “I just know.” 

It was that simple, and Emma once again felt the warmth of emotion swell within her as they fell into step.

"So, you want to take out the earbuds and tell me what's—"

Christian stopped himself when Emma held out her free earbud.

"Can we listen to a song first?" she asked. Christian accepted the earbud and Emma fished her phone out of her pocket, the intro of "Let it Be" coming through as Emma hit the button to restart.

They were both quiet for the song's duration, walking side by side for the entire 4 minutes and 3 seconds, and Christian waited while Emma stopped to delicately wrap the cord of her earbuds before stashing it away in her pocket along with her phone.

"I think that's my favorite song," she said. "It calms me."

"Me too," Christian agreed. He had half a mind to once again prompt Emma, to ask her what she wanted to talk about, but she spoke up before he could.

"What's your favorite song?" she asked, as she started walking again.

The temptation to lean into efficiency,to steer his sister back to the matter at hand, was strong as ever, but Christian allowed himself to let it be. He knew Emma would come out with whatever was concerning her in due time, and it wasn't as if Christian had any place else to be for a few hours, so he pulled out his phone and began searching through his own playlists, needing only a moment before he pressed play on a new rendition of a classical piece that was his current favorite.

"I like it," Emma said. "It's calming."

"It is," Christian echoed.

"Text me the name," Emma said, and Christian nodded as he copied and pasted.

Emma pulled her phone from her pocket and scrolled through her brother's message, a whole list of songs there on her screen.

"They're all calming. You'll like them," he offered. "It'll help with the stress."

"How do you know I’m—?"

"I'm your brother, Em," he answered as he put his phone away. "I just know."

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Comfy-vember 2024 Masterlist

[mitsvriii]

How would they react to getting a call from Death-Cast?

Based on “They Both Die at the End” book cause I’m still not over that ending Characters: Kazuha, Kaveh, Tighnari, & Ayaka More: modern au, Ayato isn't around for SHIT, Tighnari is Tighnari, Kaveh’s a drunkard, Kazuha tries to be nice but dies wow so original, angst, death, mention of how each character dies, not explicit, guess how everyone died and I’ll give you a cookie, I got lazy like halfway through my bad g, Tighnari’s part sucks LMAO, not really proofread, if it's weird blame grammarly Word Count: 680+

whole fic under the cut

Kazuha: I believe it would be like when a bird hits the glass in those cartoons and somewhat childish movies. It would start as a shock, then, as the bird slowly falls down the windows, Kazuha’s wall that holds back his emotions would slowly break. He would most likely ponder on whether to inform Beidou or not. His mind immediately goes to his old friend who had gotten a similar call, and how his world had stopped then just as it does now. Will and can live his last day alive to the fullest. He decides to try new foods, checks a few things off of his bucket list, and leaves a note for Beidou, not building up the courage and having to deal with his guilt to tell her face-to-face. Writes one final poem that summarizes his life before submitting it to be put on his gravestone. Out of the corner of his eye, Kazuha spots a woman in trouble, a man trying to snatch her purse from her. Pushing aside the fact he was going to die today, he set out to help her, unaccounted for the pocketknife the man had on him. He would soon later be seen by Beidou, but the location, however, would be in a morgue. 

Kaveh: Shrugs it off as a joke, actually believes Alhaitham hacked or paid the Death-Cast company and directors to freak him out. When he finally stops shouting a string of curses to Alhaitham, he finds himself somewhat believing what Death-Cast said and knows logically Alhaitham wouldn’t stoop this low. So Kaveh does what Kaveh does best when he’s stressed, he drinks. He did so while pondering over how his life would be over today. After all he did to help his mom, after all he did studying to be an architect, after all he did to get where he is now; he was going to die today without any knowledge of how he was going to die. All he could do was sigh as he took another sip of his drink. It’s a shame, though, that one’s liver can only withstand so much alcohol.

Tighnari: Is so close to having a breakdown. What do you mean he’s going to die today? He still had research to do, more things to teach Collei, and even a TCG game scheduled for late afternoon. He does what Tighnari does best, prepares. He makes a list of goodbye cards, makes a short will, seemingly uncaring of who gets what, and reads through a joke book Cyno had the nerve to send him one last time and goes to cancel all of his upcoming assignments. Exhausted after his tasks, Tighnari went to lay his head down on his desk, eyes dropping. Surprisingly, he didn’t catch the bag of toxic mushroomed powder that was directly under the way of his head, though. 

Ayaka: Is a mess. Her sobs shook her body after she got the call, and the only person who could get her to calm down enough so she could tell what had happened was Thoma. Ayato was nowhere to be found, most likely in one of his meetings. However, Thoma had sworn that he would get Ayato to come home and see her as soon as possible. Ayaka knew that it was only a matter of time before she would meet with her parents again, yet somehow had hoped she would beat death. She was constricted to her room to protect herself from whatever or whoever was going to end her time alive. She could do nothing but stay locked up in her room, wondering if she was going to get assassinated because of her status, or if she was going to get involved in a freak accident by tripping or something. Ayaka would soon find out when an unfamiliar servant went to serve Ayaka her nightly tea, and the bitter taste would soon feel like it was spreading throughout her entire throat. And of course, when her brother arrived, the only thing he would find would be his dead sister, head face-down on her dresser.

[ohimsummer]

JENNY ( ft. mikasa)

— crushing, mikasa x fem! reader, black! reader, modern au, fluff, inspired by this song, idk a lil sum sum for Mikaaa

Mikasa had known you for a while, just a couple months shy of a year. You two met at some college frat party, forcibly shoved into each other by drunk and rowdy partygoers. She murmured out a ‘sorry’, but her apology is completely drowned out by your loud exclamation.

"God dammit!", Your words are still hard to hear over the deafening music. "Spilled my fuckin' drink!"

The hustle and bustle of patrons does nothing to help the situation, so Mikasa ends up accompanying you off to the edges of the crowd so you can get cleaned up. And as she turns back towards you, she gets to see the face belonging to such a pretty voice. The shine of your glossy, plump lips, bottom one tucked between your teeth as you struggle to deal with the growing stain on your sweet, satin dress. Her eyes roll over rounded curves, dark skin highlighted by flashing rainbow lights, and long, sleek hair that cascades over your shoulders and down your back.

“Are you checking me out?”

Your words pull Mikasa from her thoughts, and the red blush on her face is immediate. She prays that the lights are distracting enough to not make her embarrassment noticeable.

“Uh, no.” comes the low and curt response, almost inaudible over the beating of her own heart.

Clammy hands rub at her jeans as you pause, and then release a symphony of giggles. You grab handfuls of paper towels off the roll on the table, dabbing at the stain while throwing playfully suspicious glances at Mikasa.

“O-kay...but I mean...I wouldn't have really gave a fuck." You smile up at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes.”Just, ya know, be a lil’ more subtle about it. But if you wanna look, baby, I don't mind. Tryna catch eyes tonight, anyway."

Your playful tone, the wide grin on your lips, and just the way you’re staring at her, and that’s it. Mikasa's a goner.

From that point on, you have her wrapped tight around your finger. Mikasa finds herself cancelling plans with her friends if it meant getting dragged off to watch you get your nails done, or help you pick out hair in the shop for your next hairstyle. “Braids, locs? Twists? Or should I go for another wig?”, you ask her. And Mikasa doesn’t answer because she can’t decide. Because she knows you’ll look great in all of them.

It's on a familiar Friday night that Mikasa finds herself again at your apartment, sitting on those familiar, cotton sheets and bathing in the comfort of your company. You’re in the bathroom; Mikasa spots you swaying your hips to whatever song is currently playing as you finish your nightly routine early, and occasionally peeking at her through the mirror. Mikasa can tell you’re amused at how she can’t hold your gaze.

“You okay back there, Mika?”, you ask. The smile is evident in your voice.

“Mhm.”

“My laptop’s on the nightstand, why don’t you find a movie for us to watch?”

Mikasa obeys your order without question, browsing the streaming service’s array of selections and occasionally asking your opinion to get a feel of what she could choose. You eventually finish your routine, climb onto the bed and position yourself next to her; both of you lay stomach-down on the sheets with a thick blanket to block out the cool air of your apartment. Mikasa ended up picking some old, slasher-comedy flick, but despite the bad takes and cheap jumpscares, she finds herself heavily absorbed in the movie’s terrible plot. You, on the other hand, are drifting off deeper and deeper into slumber, head lolled onto Mikasa’s shoulder but she doesn’t even take notice. 

The credits begin rolling across the screen and Mikasa finally takes note of your limp form. “Y/N?”

“...Hmm...?”, you hum at her, moving to clutch her arm and snuggle against her shoulder. 

Mikasa stiffens for a few seconds under your touch, then forces herself to relax. “Do you want to go to bed? I can leave.”

“No, ‘m not tired, baby..”, your mumbled voice is barely audible and the words are slurring together. “Stay here with me.”

She’s glad you’re too drowsy to notice the way her face is deep red, and how her breaths have become shallow like she’s afraid to breath too hard in fear of waking you up. In spite of her nervousness, Mikasa decides to test the waters, and slowly but gently lays her cheek against the crown of your head. Being this close, she can smell the light, lingering scent of shea butter and coconut from your hair conditioner; it calms her down just a little, enough to get comfortable resting her head against yours as she listens to the low sounds of your rhythmic breathing. Mikasa closes her eyes as sleep begins to overcome her, as well. You two sit like that for a while, comfortably silent and poorly fighting off the persistent urge to doze off. 

“Mikaa?”

The quiet murmur infiltrates her ears and makes Mikasa crack her eyes open.”Mm?”

You’re silent for a few seconds before speaking again.”D’ you wanna go out with me?” Another pause. “Like a date?”

Mikasa’s mind feels heavy in her head, and though the curse of sleep is muddling her thoughts, she’s well-aware enough to spout a response. ”Of course.”

She hears the content sigh blow from your lips, feels the heavy rise and fall of your side against hers. “Okay.”, is all you can say. It sounds relieved, like a huge burden has been taken off your shoulders.

You don’t say anything else, and Mikasa eventually realizes you’ve finally drifted off to sleep. She dozes off right next to you, still not fully understanding the weight of your question and her answer and what it could mean for you both. But who cares? She’d think about it in the morning. Right now, she just wanted to sleep next to you like this forever.

[promethea-silk]

Midnight Daydream

Correspondence had been here and there between Cordelia and Ricard since the previous engagement had offered up such a surprise at dinner. The two had been considering their next steps in tandem but also apart, or at least she had been. Cordelia wasn’t relying solely on Ricard to hand her brother-in-law, she had some hand in the situation behind the scenes as well. Not to say that she hadn’t trusted Ricard to get the job done or that efforts weren’t being made, but she had secured an offshoot of information by way of one of Eivor’s men which was proving to be lucrative. 

Cordelia had planned to discuss her learnings at a previously planned time of meeting with Ricard, though upon her recent revelations she had inquired that they meet sooner than originally discussed. It was strange to her in some ways that with finding the Cress family book and letters between many members at play here that she thought to share this with Ricard. Partially she had hoped that he might be able to do some digging to find out more details on the matter but also she oddly sought comfort in wanting to unload this discovery with him. The night that she had found the items, Cordelia gathered everything she could find that related to her family and the Cress bloodline, carrying them back to her chambers where they lay strewn about the bed and nearby tables. She poured over them throughout the night straight until morning when she promptly had word sent to Ricard to meet her there. Still in her nightgown, hardly proper or prepared for company, she instructed the staff to have Ricard find her where she had been the hours previous no matter the time of day or night. 

Receiving word prior to his morning coffee had not been expected, to say the least, and Ricard had eyed the messenger with no small amount of suspicion for several moments before taking the missive, checking to make sure it was genuine and then - once he was sure, paying the poor man. After the events of the previous several days one couldn’t be too sure. “Cancel my day, Victor…and inform my father I won’t be into the office. I’ve an emergency that just came up.”

He didn’t wait for a response - trusting the young man to see that the messages were delivered - before dressing and heading out himself. He didn’t need to be terribly observant to recognize the change in tone between the typical missives he’s received from the Lady Gray and the one tucked away in his vest pocket this particularly brisk morning. The question was, what had happened between the time he’d left her estate the evening before and this morning to set her so off kilter. 

There was barely an opportunity to knock on the door to the estate before it was pulled open and he was ushered inside, directed back to the very chamber he’d been within the evening before - though for very different reasons. As his eyes adjusted, they narrowed, taking in the sight of the papers and books scattered across the various surfaces, and Cordelia herself. Ricard cleared his throat gently, announcing his presence as he moved over towards her, pulling the missive from his pocket, “Your message sounded rather urgent. Care to tell me what all this is about, Cordelia?”

His arrival did nothing to pull her attention away from the large book open on her bed, a finger tracing the written words from left to right. Despite him moving to her side and addressing her, there was a long silence before she finally replied. Slowly, almost creepily, she turned her attention to him as she narrowed her gaze onto him with a steady breath. “I… need your help with something.” Swallowing hard, she stood up straight, her hands lifting to about waist height with her palms outward to him almost as if she were showing an enemy she meant no harm.

“I need your help and I need you to try to look at this with a calm mind because what I am about to show you I suspect might bring about a certain reaction that I am attempting to avoid.” 

Ricard couldn’t help but tilt his head, attempting to read between the lines. “Cordelia - just tell me what it is you need my help with. I’ll…try to temper my response to whatever it is you have to show me, since you think it’s going to  bring about a response, but I can’t help with something if I don’t know what the something is…” He reached out, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her towards him as the other hand nudged under her chin and he offered a reassuring smile. 

“Now…what has you so worked up?”

Somehow his initial response caused her a bit of surprise, her tired eyes blinking up at him as she fought to ground herself and regain her typical ever stoic composure. A hand lifted to gently and kindly remove his touch from her chin, just as means to move back to the bed as her grasp held onto his for a brief moment before releasing it. She took a deep breath and gestured to the various and copious amounts of parchments, letters, as well as the tome in the center of it all. “Tell me this is not what it seems to be.” 

He noted the continued hold on his hand, brief as it was before moving to take a look at the scattered papers, letters, and eventually coming to rest on the tome, his eyes narrowing as he read. Slowly, methodically he moved from letter to letter - putting them in order and gradually putting together a timeline - then the papers, and finally the tome. 

“If the assumption you drew from looking over these forms is that your father is Adrian Cress…and that your late husband knew about it and utilized that knowledge to essentially blackmail your family into the arrangement you had with him…then I can’t tell you that. Because I would draw the same conclusion…” 

He gathered up one of the letters carefully, reading over it again before facing her. “...when did you find all of this?”

Lips pressed firmly together as she took a breath, holding it a moment before slowly releasing it. “I hadn’t actually expected you to tell me otherwise.” Her gaze flicked around the bed, continuing to take it all in the same as she had been hours before, nothing new standing out at her that she hadn’t already read. She felt an anger rising in her, the brisk rise and fall of her chest testimony to her growing emotions. Hands resting on the bed dug into the covers that lay beneath them,the grip tight enough to show tremors within her grasp. 

Multiple times she began to speak, struggling to form a word and essentially failing to do so. Releasing her hold to the sheets, she lifted her hands as her head fell into them. Vulnerable, in this moment she was entirely vulnerable and it was a state that was beyond her. “Vahalia does not know, she could not know this…” She chuckled, though it was obvious that it was out of frustration as it continued to grow further into an annoyed laugh. “Or perhaps she does and this entire thing has been a grand scheme between them all. Though I would certainly doubt so, what I do know of her I would imagine she wouldn’t have taken so kindly to this knowledge either.”  Her gaze was far off now as her fingers braided together to rest just at her lips, heading shaking softly. 

The letter in his hand was set aside, along with all the other pieces of parchment on the bed as he exhaled slowly, turning his focus to the woman next to him. “I would imagine, if she did know something would have been said prior to now…and I don’t know that there would be quite the paper trail either. Regardless…” He moved over so he would be in her line of sight, mindful not to get too close and not to impede on her space unless invited - he’d learned that lesson painfully well from another. “...telling you what you already knew wasn’t what you needed from me, was it, Cordelia? You have this information…but is this information alone enough?”

Looking back up to him, she scanned his features, almost as if the answer lay there within him somehow. “No…I-” She wet her lips yet again, struggling to keep her mouth from drying entirely, it was obvious she hadn’t slept. “I don’t know why, but I felt like I needed to tell you.” Her shoulders fell slightly, the ever pristine and elegant posture failing her in this moment. “But also, I wondered, outside of your…advice, and take this with the knowledge that I know it is a large ask, if you might help me learn more.”

“Better that I hear it from you than from some other source, to be quite frank.” His gaze met hers, the concern clear as he looked her over for a moment, moving away only long enough to neatly stack the various papers - the letters, and parchments all together and tucking them into the tome before turning back towards her. “What do you want to learn more about? What happened between Adrian Cress and your mother? Or what occurred between your ‘parents’ and your late husband…? What would you have of me, Cordelia? I need you to be clear in this…this is not the type of task I would be willing to hand off - this is something I will be seeing to personally.”

“All of it. Anything you can find.” She spoke abruptly, watching him gather all the items that had been sprawled out before them. “You…have no reservations about this?”

“I have plenty. You know my thoughts on dealing with the Cress family.” He knelt down, looking up at her carefully. “It seems the history of the Cress family is fraught with dangers and going around poking in those dangers is concerning, but it’s something I’m willing to do - if that’s what you’d have of me. Now…what do you know of this deal between your parents and your late husband? Just so I’ve an idea of where to start looking.” 

Her gaze followed him as he lowered, brows lifting curiously. She felt the word forming on her lips, curious as to why he was willing to do this now when he was so adamant to steer far away from the name Cress extensively. Opting to put that curiosity aside for the time being, Cordelia shook her head. “Not much, truthfully. All I know is that both heads of household relied on one another's businesses to function. Gray provided sourcing materials, Corvin handling production… though obviously that was just a front.” 

Ricard sighed heavily. “Indeed…but if they were ‘grounded’ in a business agreement, then that’s likely where I need to start looking. That, and in any correspondence between your late husband and your parents regarding arranging the marriage, particularly when they started speaking about the arrangement.” He frowned for a long moment. “Tell me, was it an abrupt arrangement - your marriage, or was it a long drawn out process?”

With a sigh, she turned to sit upon the edge of the bed, still finding herself wondering why he hadn’t simply done the same instead of kneeling to the floor. “The discussions were lengthy, but the decisions were abrupt and unexpected aside from the typical drone of needing to marry that you also understand. Our families had always worked together from what I had gathered but… I never thought to question where the marriage came from aside from what I assumed was the obvious.” 

“Then now might be the time to start asking where it came from and why it came about.” He stood before shifting over to sit next to her, lacing his hands together and letting them rest between his knees. “As you mentioned to me - there isn’t a child of a noble family within this city that doesn’t know the pressures of needing to marry, but how were their decisions abrupt and unexpected? Explain a bit more for me…”

Her fingers moved within her lap, thumb rubbing against the ring on her middle finger that constantly remained. “There were multiple suitors, options for choices, a choice that was out of my control, of course. Ambrose was at the top of the list in terms of options but he wasn’t initially their final pick. I knew he wanted there to be an agreement between us that my family’s business solely outsource to him but he really had little interest in the marriage as a part of that agreement originally.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “They changed their minds at the last minute.” Looking at him, a knowing and understanding in her gaze now washing over her. “That’s when he found out.”

“That would be a safe assumption - the question of how he came across the information still remains unanswered, and just how he utilized the information also remains up in the air…though,” he frowned, easily meeting her gaze, “-it’s not that difficult to garner a guess exactly how such information could be utilized in ‘negotiations’ to obtain both a business one wanted that might have originally been just out of reach and a wife in the process.”

He reached up, running a hand through his hair. “...Did your parents keep records of their meetings or discussions with potential suitors - or at the very least, with Ambrose?”  

“They kept records of everything but I’m not sure those exact details would be involved. The marriage contract detailed the signing over of the business titles to us as a married couple, instead of solely Ambrose. I suppose that was their way of attempting to keep it secure in some fashion.” Her toes tapped to the floor as she sat in thought before pushing from the bed and pacing. Hands rested on her hips as she walked the perimeter of the bed and then back, repeating it a few times as she spoke. “My father hated me, Ricard…well, my adopted father I suppose. He was so incredibly eager to be rid of me that he was willing to sign away the rights to his trade and secure simple financial lines to continue living. I never knew why.” 

Ricard shook his head and pushed away from the bed, walking over and setting his hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing. “Slow down, for just a minute, Cordelia - think this all the way through. I’ve no doubt  that your relationship with the man was as you said, but I find the idea that it would be so poor that the man would give away his company. We know that at some point, somehow, your late husband obtained the information regarding your lineage. We know that, even though he wasn’t their original choice for you - he was the final selection. And we know, that there were changes that seemed to be very abrupt. Could there be another explanation outside of your adoptive father’s dislike? I can think of at least one.”

The feeling of his hands on her shoulders brought a slight jump only out of surprise, though she calmed and stopped her pacing all the same. “If he knew of the affair and my true bloodline… Ambrose would have not hesitated to use it against my mother and father, he would have dug his heels in and threatened every form of blackmail at every opportunity, including involving Adrian Cress. If he wanted the business, and whatever else came of it, he would have done anything to secure it.  The snake he was… ”

“And I imagine, your parents would have wanted to submit to his requests, particularly if he was threatening to involve Adrian Cress…or any of the Cress family.” Satisfied that she wouldn’t immediately start to pace if he released her shoulders, he let his hands fall away. “Or it’s a good working theory. Now the trick is finding the information to actually back it up…surely Ambrose had a lovely hidden stash somewhere around here, hm?”

She waved a hand in the air, huffing a breath of air. “I’ve looked essentially everywhere in this house and up until last night I found nothing. There very well could be more there but it was in the middle of the night and..it was unexpected to say the least, to find. We could start there.” Cordelia closed her eyes, slowing her breathing even more. “What am I to do with this information once it is found if we are so lucky?”

“That, Cordelia, is the standing chocobo in the room. I’ll find the information, whether it’s tonight or in a few weeks. There’s always a trail, and with a clearer head and a good night's sleep, between the two of us I do believe we could find where your late husband might have stored his more sensitive documents. But what you choose to do with that information once we find it?” His voice trailed off as he took a small step closer, his gaze searching for hers.

“Do you march up to Cress manor and announce to Vahalia and Valeria that you’re their half-sister, and with paperwork in hand? Do you hold on to it to utilize at some ideal moment? Do you try to weaponize the name and circumstances, the way that it was weaponized against you? Information is versatile that way…” He hummed thoughtfully, the wheels in his head clearly turning as he watched her - eventually going quiet as he waited for her response.

“I don’t want to BE a Cress, Ricard.” Cordelia shook her head, turning her attention to look out the window nearby. It was slightly covered still by the curtains but light still shone in from the paned glass as a light snow fell just beyond it. “But as you said, this has its intricacies and is versatile in its uses, I will figure that out in time while we search for whatever it is we’re lacking. As for sleep, I’m unsure of how restful my nights will be.”

A tension left him that he hadn’t even realized was present to begin with as his gaze followed hers for a moment. “No one said you had to be. You are a Corvin and a Gray. Those are your documented, legal names. The Cress name - while I can find the information you want - can be buried under, connections never to be found again…if that’s what you want.” He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes, “...but, that’s not to say that it can’t be useful in and of itself. Much as I loath to admit it. That being said, none of this needs to be decided right now. You are still Cordelia Gray. You’ve simply discovered that your mother had more secrets than you knew and you already knew your late husband was a snake, you just have more information that confirms how much of a snake he was.”

Slowly she looked back to him, brows slightly furrowed. “And that is why he is dead and I have taken everything.” Cordelia stated firmly, beginning to piece together how ironic it was that Ambrose worked so hard to take over each business while taking her in the process only to have his actions be the beginning of his own downfall and demise in the end. “I don’t plan on showing any of my cards until I know the entire story. Not to Vahalia, certainly not to Damien. I just need to get my head straight first and have everything managed before then. It is hard to discern how either of them would react or what they would do and I’m not giving them any more power than I have to.” 

“Stop trying to find all of the answers right this second.” He grinned, it was easygoing, certainly the most relaxed he’d appeared since entering the room. “You don’t need to guess, or know how either one of them would react, certainly not right now. Right now we focus on identifying where some of this information might be located. I’ve some ideas within the city of where I can ask…discreetly, and after we’ve gotten you a bit more relaxed and your head a bit clearer then we start sorting through rooms to see if there’s anything within the estate here, or perhaps hidden within any business properties you have. And we go from there.” 

 He leaned in, playful grin shifting to a smirk for a moment, “And while I’m certainly not encouraging you to think ahead…wouldn’t it be something if little lord Gray thought he’d finally gotten one up on you by involving himself with the Cress House, only to discover that you were part of the House all along? Imagine the surprise���.” He trailed his tongue across one of his canines easily as he straightened up with a small shrug of one shoulder. There was…potential there, to be sure.

“Despite seeing your point on that avenue, I also see a weak spot where he can come in and claim bastard on me.” 

“When we’ll potentially have evidence of his brother blackmailing your family? Ambrose knew you were a ‘bastard’ and married you - a legally binding contract - anyway, leveraging the fact that your father was Adrian Cress to get what he wanted. Don’t misunderstand me - this would all need to be planned carefully, and I wouldn’t suggest letting it slip without making sure that all our…informational ducks are in a row.”

Cordelia allowed her head to tilt downward, a sigh escaping her slightly parted lips before she nodded once to herself. “You’re right. I can’t dwell on the possibilities of all the negatives, there are angles and options to leverage here. We start back in the room where I found the other documents and go from there, then.” 

A hand reached out and gently, Ricard lifted her chin with two fingers, tilting her face up towards him. “There are more angles and options than we realize. We just have to give ourselves the opportunity to see them. Right now we’re focused on one aspect of this puzzle, we need to step back and take a look at the whole thing and let it all come into view.” He brushed a few stray hairs away from her face before he let his hand fall away. “Do not forget for one moment as we search, or as I do my research, you hold the cards, Cordelia…you have the power in this scenario. No one else.” 

She took an odd and unexpected comfort with this touch, the mere fact of his presence offered her something. Cordelia hadn’t anticipated the timely arrival from him, she hadn’t even asked for an abrupt response but here he was and while the web between all parties involved in their atmosphere was tangled and strained, Cordelia found herself thankful for Ricard surprisingly. “I suppose we both got a little more than we bargained for when putting the discussion of my parents on the back burner at the Starlight soirée…”

“I imagine the conversation we would have had then, compared to now, would have been very different indeed.” He had no reason to be as invested in this situation as he was. He had no reason to be offering the reassurances, the attempts to ground her, the gentle reminders - none of that was in the scope of the job he was expected to do. And yet here he was, compelled to do these things, concerned for her wellbeing as much if not more than he was for finding the information. “Have you gotten any rest, Cordelia?”

“I’m fine.” She stated simply tilting her head gently away from his touch with a soft breath. It was then that it dawned on her that she must have looked like a mess, in her nightgown with her hair falling loose from her braid as if she had just woken up. “By the Twelve… I should get myself together.” Taking a sharp inhale, she moved to stand in front of her vanity, looking in the mirror as she attempted to tame the raven locks. “Then I can get started going through the rest of the documents, I will bring you whatever I find, if that is suitable?” 

“I can assist in looking, if you’d like…” He shifted, watching her move over to her vanity with no small amount of concern - unconvinced that she was as ‘fine’ as she claimed to be. “What do you need of me, currently then? How can I best be of service?”

When she was pleased enough with the state of her hair, she turned back to Ricard and nodded. “I assume that you might know more than I exactly what we’re looking for, so if you are willing to stay then I would appreciate the aid. As long as it is not impeding on the rest of your work, of course.” 

“I’ve cleared my schedule for the day, and informed my father not to expect me in the office. The rest of my work is not a concern. My time and attention are yours, Cordelia. Simply point me in the direction of where you located these documents and we can begin to search in earnest.” His easy grin returned. “And we will find what we’re looking for…I assure you of that..”

“Now…” he took his time, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up to his mid forearm, his jacket having been taken at the door when he entered. “…let’s find where dear ol’ Ambrose kept all his dirty little secrets, shall we?” He offered a quick wink before moving for the door.

[ Collab with @ricard-blythe-ffxiv

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[unohanabbygirl]

Your newest story!! Omg!!

Aegon I looking down from Targ heaven with Luke like…ye let’s wrap this up…our involvement in the long night is cancelled.

Rhaenyra and Helaena ending the same way on the spikes. Oh I know Alicent went from visiting her in her chambers every night (unwanted) to sleeping in Rhaenyras chambers long after she was gone.

I understand he needed to get rid of threats but now he won’t have an heir at all. I can’t imagine him taking well to anyone implying Luke can’t give him his heir however. So people are just waiting for him to die. Like the realm will tear itself apart to try rule after him. He really is mad.

Is Anne’s mam really still seeing Alicent as this paragon of the Seven and blaming Luke on aemonds shit?? The call is coming from inside the house sis. Alicent directly fanned the flames of this obsession. Luke was a corpse at the tourney right? Or is that pre-stormsend?

Do you see Lucemond as canon in this fic or is this delulumond in full force?

Thanks so much for sharing with us!!

Aegon I is so fed up after seeing each one of his descendants wiped out while the last man standing has lost his mind to such an extreme degree that he’s violating his other descendants corpse. Visenya is pissed off that Aemond’s gross hands are touching all over her sword and Rhaena is just like “damn, maybe we shouldn’t have come to Westeros.” Meanwhile Luke is sitting in the corner trying to figure out how all this happened? Rhaenyra keeps trying to console him but he’s too busy attempting to string together the events that led to his uncle becoming this damn crazy.

Babes, if Alicent was going to do anything she was going to seek Rhaenyra out nightly. Even though there came a point where Nyra stopped screaming and crying and just went radio silent until hearing the news about her last two babies deaths and deciding there was nothing left to live for. Alicent is so in love and exceptionally delulu just like her son that in her mind, Rhaenyra only jumped out of that window because she knew it would hurt her. Most insane mother-son duo in history me thinks.

The chances of Aemond having an heir are zero at this point. There’s not even a chance that Dany will be born to bring back the dragons because that dude isn’t laying down with anyone but Luke, you hear me? And its not even just because his shattered mind somehow thinks he can simply have a baby with Luke/refuses to cheat on his queen, but that no woman would ever sleep with him knowing what they do. They’d likely off themselves before they could even make it to the sept (very understandable)

Though this won’t stop his council from trying to work out something behind Aemond’s back. It comes to the point where one of his men is like “what if we drug him with an aphrodisiac and try to find a noble lady who’s willing to…you know? Then kill him after the child is born in secret? Twins are common for them so we might have an heir and a spare or a future king and queen.” But the idea is so outrageous with so many plot-holes and chances to go wrong that everyone just slowly begins to accept the war that’ll break out over the crown once Aemond croaks. Only thing they can do is hope they’re long dead once that time comes because the thought of another civil war is so draining.

In a last ditch effort his hand goes digging around with hopes that at least one of the deceased Targ men have a living bastard that they could legitimize but comes up empty handed. All Aegons died tragically, Jace was obviously too busy in Cregan’s company to go out and sire a child, Daemon only had Nettles who they can’t even confirm was his daughter + she’s been missing since the war, Daeron was a nerd who would rather pray at the sept, and Viserys could barely wipe his own ass in his last days let alone find the energy to cheat.

It’s heartbreaking when you think about because literally everyone, including Alicent is just waiting for Aemond to go to sleep and never wake up.

Lol, Anne’s mom is my favorite because she’s somehow more obsessed with Alicent than Alicent was with Rhaenyra which is such a hard thing to accomplish that she kinda deserves a medal?? Her character is simply an embodiment of parasocial relationships and viewing the monarchy as these figures who are above everyone else. Appointed by the gods and all that nonsense. And yes, the tourney was pre Storms end!

Hmmm, personally I see it as a mix of the two. Lucemond had feelings for each other (Aemond more than Luke) but never actually acted on them let alone reached the extent of what rumors suggest. Though certain points like them meeting up before the dinner failure to talk things out did happen but without the ‘making love’ part. However those are just my own thoughts because I intentionally left those details up to the reader.

Thanks babes, I always love hearing from you 🩷

[spock-smokes-weed]

I'm gonna air out all the shit going on at my work cus it's a doozy

So I work at a local art store, the company is local to my state and has two other stores in other towns in said state. The store I work at is in the biggest city in the state, and we used to be the only art supply store in the area. Over a year ago the owners of the company decided to sell the building we were in and move us to the other side of town. This was honestly one of the dumbest business decisions I've witnessed because our old location was in one of the busiest parts of the city, within walking distance of two train stations and several apartments, and was significantly bigger than the place we're in now. Not to mention they went from owning the building to RENTING.

so we move and that royally fucks up everything in the store. our inventory becomes fucked up, our foot traffic gets cut in half, we don't have a back room for shipment anymore, our assistant manger quits and they never fully trained they new manger they hired so everything is chaos.

then a few months ago they fired my old manager and then hire a new one who is honestly one of the best people I've worked with. She does everything to get the store back in order, she's attentive to what we need as a team, and is very transparent with us about what's going on at the company.

She's been our manager for about 5 months now, and coprate treats her like shit. they've out right refused to give her an assistant manger or hire more staff, they've shot down every single idea she's had to improve the store, they make her go to art events around the city to make relationships with the community but don't give her the resources to follow up on the promises they have her make, they're constantly canceling out back orders without telling her while also refusing to let us order new items. and they do all of this while bitching and moaning that the store isn't making money.

so finally she had enough and when the district manager was here on wednesday, she gave her an ultimatum. either treat her staff better and raise our pay, or she's quitting. without making this anymore long winded than it already is, the talks with the district manger didn't go well, so my manger has put in her too weeks. and two other of my coworkers are planning on leaving when she does. another coworker is probably going to leave a little after them.

for context, there are seven people total at my work, so they'd be losing half their staff in one fell swoop.

a lot can happen in two weeks, and my manager is planning on emailing the CEO and head of HR with a massive grievance letter to lay out exactly why she's leaving and what it would take to make her stay.

sooooo yea. that's the situation at the moment. I'm hoping for the best, but I'm not holding my breath. It's looking 50/50 on having a job in the next few weeks. like I'm only planning on staying for as long as it makes sense to, but even then there's a chance the store could shut down and I could get laid off :/

but I'm not mad at my manager at all of her deciding to leave. I'm glad she's doing what's best for her and I feel so valued that she would stand up for us as a staff.

[misakisakuya]

♡Gun Park x Cat♡

Today Gun had came to a famous ladies wear only shop, and believe me he had never been so annoyed. It was Goo's job to accompany Crystal here but he ditched it at the last minute making Gun cancel the plans he had for the day.

Sighing in annoyance Gun stood near an aisle where Crystal was before but now she was no where to be seen and ofcourse her did not give a shit.

So all he was doing currently was looking at nowhere and thinking about what he would do to Goo when they meet again. As he was staring at nowhere he saw a girl around his age trying to find something.

Next thing he can remember is that girl yelling profanities at him for laughing at her, well it wasn't something one would call laughing but that was what the young lady stated.

Well no one could blame him because Goo would have honestly been worse, laughing his ass off while making fun of this girl for whole world to hear what happened. And the stunt she pulled was too funny for even Gun to let out a chuckle, which was apparently him 'laughing' at her and making fun off her.

So this has now led to this lightly tanned girl to yell profanities at him after taking him out of the store, which he could care less about as Crystal would be fine without him anyways and only devil God knows how much he wanted to get out of that store.

"Hey you ass where the hell do you think lookisng huh?! Listen to me when i me talking!"

"I am not obligated to listen to a bitch barking."

"You mother fker-" If looked closely you see a vein popping out on he face.

As for Gun he was having fun, he had never found anything this amusing. Almost all the ladies ran away from him after seeing him glare at them and some daring ones who brought their boyfriend probably got traumatized.

However this girl was still spilling profanities. He was starting to wonder if was even possible to curse this much, but it was still amusing.

Almost like cat bearing its fangs in front of a tiger which was amused rather being angry or annoyed.

But soon the fun came to an end as Crystal called him to go back. Gun walked past the girl as if he didn't she her at all while still having his infamous shit-eating grin on his face.

'This was gonna be their last meeting anyway'

Was what they both thought. Oh how wrong they were.

If only they knew they would be running into each other every week, coincidentally ofcourse.

[Time skip, it has now been 7 months after this incident]

"And that's what-" Gun finished his story telling being the story teller he apparently was. No cause why is he always the one telling people's past's stories.

"OH MY GOD THAT'S HOW YOU TWO ACTUALLY MET?!?!" Goo who was now laughing his a$$ off and fell down from the couch but still continued to laugh.

In front of this idiot were Gun and Cat. Cat was laying on Gun's lap and Gun looked like it was a daily occurrence at this point, which it was.

"LMAO Yea! And i even hit him with my bag once to wipe off his stupid grin but unfortunately he was just shocked and his shit-eating grin almost DOUBLED IN SIZE!!"

While Goo was busy wheezing in the front and Cat on his side, Gun was contemplating his life decisions.

Maybe he shouldn't have picked fight with this girl.

Well it's not like that would've worked because fate seems hate him very much he always met her when she was something stupid and laughed because of that. And that made her angry every time.

"BWAHHAHAHAHHAH-"

Yep fate hates him so fucking much.

And he would rather die than to afmit he enjoyed her company and it was never boring being with her even with the stupidest shit she pulled.

"BABYGIRL!!!"

This snapped Gun out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"HHAHAHAHAHH HE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO THAT ONLY BWAHA-!!!"

"Awww~ so you do admit you are a babygirl!"

'Nevermind she was trouble.'

'And more annoying than Goo.'

'Goddammit what was on my mind when i started being friends with her'

Growning, Gun got up and left the living room, making the two pause for a bit and then they continued once again.

"Babygirl wait for me!~"

It was of no use telling her not to say it because she was gonna do whatever she wanted anyway.

While the day passed by quickly for Goo and Cat (who mostly annoyed the shit out of Gun), Gun thought the day was extremely long and he hated it.

And as if annoying him all day long wasn't enough, he was here now with Cat sleeping on his lap while Goo was teasing Gun about soft he has become, which even Gun could not deny himself. He was getting softer everyday for the girl that was once drowned him in profanities and used to hit him with whatever she could find honestly.

Even though he knew that, instead of pushing her he let her in his life.

Though it was mostly because she made her way into it as he tried to close her off numerous times.

Even though she was annoying he couldn't hate her. No, infact that teasing smile only made him more captivated.

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I hope you like it Unnie💝

I tried my best really😭

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[cardcaptorsakura96]

About Last Night

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas, Lionel Luthor, Lex Luthor, Clark Kent, Alex Danvers, Eve Teschmacher

Summary: Lillian Luthor is eagerly wanting to get to her daughter's destination wedding. However, a couple of detours with the docile Kara Danvers changes her life in a big way.

Rating: Mature

Word Count With All Chapters: 5,063

Chapter: 1/?

Trigger Warning: There is a smut scene in this chapter

Lillian tapped her foot while waiting in line. There were two people waiting in front of her. 

“Ugh,” she groaned as she checked her phone again. 

She was supposed to leave on a private plane with Lena and her fiancé Andrea five hours ago to help with wedding preparations, but of all days Morgan Edge wanted to start a coup and take over the company. Lillian urged Lena and Andrea ahead while she put Edge in his place. She was in a particularly petty mode and decided to lay out all of Edge’s skeletons in front of the Board. Needless to say, they voted him off the Board after 15 minutes. 

However, since Lena had the plane, it meant that she would have to ride commercial. She did manage to get a first class ticket, however, the plane made a detour and landed in Las Vegas. They said it was due to weather conditions, but it was sunny outside. When everyone tried to argue, they were told to ask the desk attendant for more information and  about making other travel arrangements. 

Lillian took a deep breathe and rubbed her temple. 

“Keep it together Lillian. The wedding is in 7 days. We were only going to Ireland this early to make sure everything was set up for the wedding by the end of the week. Also, look on the bright side. You are no longer near that creepy gardener anymore.”

She shuddered when she thought of her former seat companion. He seemed harmless at first with all of his plant puns. However, he quickly went from “I beg your garden” to “You make my plants wet”. She was about to call the flight attendant for a possible new seat when the announcement came about the change in destination.

Lillian was so lost in thought that she didn’t realize that she was next in line.

“Umm ma’am, are you ok?”

“Oh, I am so sorry. It has just been a trying day.”

“No worries! How can I help you today?”

“I was wondering if you have any flights that leave out for Dublin, Ireland today.”

“Flights headed out east have all been cancelled.”

“What!”

“There is a severe snow storm in most of the states out west and in the midwest. There is zero visibility in those area.”

Lillian took a couple of big breathes before asking shakily, “When would flights be up and running again?”

“The next flight out to Dublin wouldn’t be until tomorrow night at 7 as long as the winter advisory is gone by then.”

Lillian clenches her fingers on the edge of the desk until her knuckle turns white. She forced a smile while staring at the attendant.

“I will take the 7pm out to Dublin tomorrow,” said Lillian through gritted teeth.

The attendant looked relieved. 

Probably because others have gone off on her due to this inconvenience.

Lillian sighed. She knew that this wasn’t the lady’s fault. As much as she wanted to, not even she could control the weather. If anything this was Edge’s fault for making her miss her flight. 

I need to make sure to do something extra special for Edge when I get back.

Lillian smirked to herself thinking of all the different ways to make Edge’s life hell once she returned. 

The attendant gave her the ticket and said, “I have everything for your flight set up. Just a head’s up, you probably want to call now to make hotel arrangements. The hotels were already busy due to several major music acts being here this weekend.”

“Thanks you so much. I will do that right now.”

“Have a good day!”

Lillian quickly went to the sit down and started calling hotels. While she waited on hold, she checked to make sure she had her carry ons. Since, she received the call about Edge while they were transferring stuff to the private plane from her car, Lena had the majority of her stuff. The only thing she kept with her since she was in a hurry to get back to L-Corp was her carry on bag which had a two shirts and some jeans. She had planned to change out of her clothing before landing into something more comfortable. Due to the location that Lena chose for the wedding, a lot of the travel had to be on foot. 

Read the rest on AO3

[obi7199]

TW// Transphobic

I was originally going to post this on Twitter but I decided not to because I'm going to saying similar to the tweet a made a few days ago. Oh well, I'm making it fucking banger lol.

You know the Pikamee drama right, it's been on Twitter recently and that got many people's attention because she announces she was graduating from vtubing at the end of March of 2023.

Back in February, she was planning to Hogwarts Legacy but after receiving an amount of criticism, like a lot, she canceled the stream and she was just trying to have some fun. And here we are in March and do I even have to say this?

I don't even I had to put it, but some people, all of which are vtubers/anime fans decided to turn a blind eye and blame it on the trans community. Not only they were harassing them, but they also sent death threats, doxing, wishing self-harm because of their identity, making transphobic jokes like the 41% rate (and if you know, you already know), and many, many more stuff. It's like I'm noticing a pattern here and here cuz hear me out, I don't think she'll not like these people for doing this action.

I have been reporting tweets left and right, hoping they'll get their account locked down or suspended since they were violating the site's TOS. But this is painfully slow and it would take days, weeks, or even an entire month to approve that violation, due to Elon Musk laying off 10% of staff who are working for the company.

Since this is long, I have some advice for you, don't blame the trans community, don't blame people who are trans, don't blame people who aren't straight, and don't blame people with different races, religions, or gender, etc. You can only blame the people who harassed her.

Harassing their identity doesn't mean it's good or cool, that's hatred. And I almost forgot that doxxing people while using VPN doesn't lead to "I can do whatever I want" or "at least I'm safe from arrested" stick, the FBI or the government will find you down and arrest you since they'll ask the VPN community for their location or their whereabouts.

It's sound like I'm nitpicking this or that, but please, for the love of God, listen to me:

For people who are bigoted or sent hate towards trans people: Fuck you, I already mentioned before.

For people who harassed this vtuber: Shame on you.

For people isn't a part of these two types of people, just like me: Cool, quite trust you too because this is the end of the story.

And I'm going to say that Pikamee is great, especially the trans community, but for people is who transphobic or that guy who harassed this vtuber, aren't welcome.

UPDATE #1 (04/27/2023): The reason why Pikamee decided graduate, wasn't because of backlash and harassment to play HL cuz it was happens a few months before the harassment no no no, it was the passing of her family member, which negatively affect her mental health, this is is why she decided leave the vtubing scene.

If your saying that I'm wrong, go find me irl and come talk to my face cuz you haven't follow her personal life before this harassment. Now put your pitchfork down and don't talk shit about it, I'm warning you. If these people decided to go and harass me, might as well as report these people and hope they can learn their lesson.

UPDATE #2 (09/12/2023): She's back, now under a different persona and it's Henya. I didn't updated sooner because I was done for this thing until I did. She's on VShojo rn and go support her. She stream on Twitch and I think this is the same person. Oh yeah, I follow her.

[allaboardtheblankship]

Aftermath of a confession

Summary: After Ingo confesses his feelings for his twin, Emmet has a rough time handling the news and goes to seek out Elesa’s company. (2K words)

“Oh wow, you look like shit.” 

“I am Emmet and I haven’t slept in two days. Let me in.” 

“Oh yeah, sure. Make yourself at home.”

Elesa opened the door to her complex, her emolga slippers ruffling on the floor as she stepped back. She was still in her pajamas despite the hour. 

“You look like a child. It’s nostalgic.” 

“It’s one of those mornings” Depending on the day, she could get dressed incredibly fast, or not at all.

“Where’s Ingo?” She looked in the corridor for a sign of the twin. Emmet flinched behind her. 

“Busy.” 

“Huh-huh” 

She was not buying that. For all the years they had known each other, the twins Always did Everything and went Everywhere together, even when only one was invited somewhere. 

“Say Emmet, is the reason you’re here at all related to the multi line being canceled for today?”

He flinched again, but this time Elesa caught it.

“No way…. Did you two have a fight?” 

That was surprising if true. Sure, they often argued over petty little things, but it had become much less frequent now that they were adults. An apology, a hug, and everything was resolved by the end of the day.

Emmet stayed silent and immobile for a moment. 

“…..no.” He finally muttered. It was half hearted, not the usual genuine and blunt tone. 

That was… worrying. Maybe more than if he had said yes. 

“Then why are you here?”

“…”

“I want to sleep on your couch for a few days.”

“WHA—”

Before she could finish, the subway boss had already face-planted on her designer couch. Head buried in a pillow, he groaned in approval of the couch.

“Emmet sweetie, first off, I have a guest room—”

“Couch is good.” His voice was muffled. 

“— and second, WHY do you want to do that? Are you avoiding your brother?”

“…”

“…yes…”

“Oh…”

She sat down next to him. 

“Sweetie, you can tell me if something is bothering you.” After all, she often vented her frustration to the twins, they were good listeners. It’s only fair she did the same. 

“Uuurgh” Emmet groaned again, this time in frustration, and flipped over. Now laying on his back, he fixed Elesa with his silver eyes. 

“It’s complicated.” and personal. Would she understand? Can he even say it or would that betray Ingo’s trust? He wasn’t the best at lying. Blunt and direct, says what he means, means what he says. Always the same. 

“Ingo told me something and I got upset. I can’t talk to him.” 

“Things won’t get better until you do hun.”

“I know. But I can’t talk to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because of what he said.”

“Was it that bad?”

Emmet fell into silence, staring at the ceiling. He was remembering their conversation. Ingo had planned it carefully, now that Emmet looked back on it. It was a place they didn’t usually go to, so Emmet wouldn’t have to see it again. They were alone and able to have a private conversation, but there were many ways for Emmet to leave if he wanted to. He did leave. 

What Ingo had said…. He groaned, pressing his hands on his head, to hide his embarrassment and shame. What was he supposed to do?

“…. Elesa.”

“Yes?” 

“You’re my friend. And you’re Ingo’s.”

“Well yeah, we established that a few times already.”

“I trust you. We trust you. So if I tell you something serious, promise you’ll keep it for you.”

Emmet was really starting to worry her. She put a hand on his shoulder. 

“I promise.”

He took her words as the green light, and dropped the bombshell. 

“Ingo said he loved me.”

Silence. 

Elesa.exe has stopped working. 

“Not like that though. He said it with more fancy words. But the final station is the same one.”

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. That wasn’t what she expected. She had so many questions. 

“You mean romantically? He said that he likes likes you?” 

“Yup. Romantically. He loves me romantically.”

“Ingo?? Your twin??”

“Yup. My twin brother Ingo. He loves me. Romantically.”

“I… what… I’m just…”

That was about how Emmet reacted himself. So that means he reacted in the normal way. Probably. Elesa was the most normal of the three of them. 

“…so… what did you say to that??”

“Nothing. I left. We haven’t spoken since. It hasn’t been fun.”

“And Ingo…” 

It was killing her to even think about it, but she had to be sure. 

“…before, has he ever tried… forced you to —”

Emmet interrupted her before she could finish that phrase. 

“No. Don’t board that train. We’re talking about Ingo. He is the same Ingo you know.”

“Right, sorry… it’s just… A lot to process.”

Emmet nodded. 

“Elesa, don’t let it change your view of Ingo. He is the same as before. Nothing changed.”

“… maybe for me, but what about you?”

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t know.”

A weighted silence fell on them like a blanket. It felt crushing. 

Elesa couldn’t help but think back to all the instances where Emmet and Ingo��s relationship seemed just a bit too close. She was an only child, she assumed it was normal for siblings. Maybe it wasn’t. Should she have said something? Done something? They wouldn’t have listened to her anyway. 

Emmet was replaying the moment Ingo confessed his feelings on loop in his head. Each word from that declaration was engraved in his mind. If Elesa asked him to, he could reenact the whole speech, minus the tone and facial expression. Ingo had never seemed so vulnerable. Emmet probably broke his heart, like all the others. He couldn’t face his twin. How could he, after he hurt him? 

And yet, the thought of being separated… 

“So what do you want to do…?” 

She could let him stay over as long as he needed, that wasn’t a problem. But ignoring Ingo wouldn't solve anything.

“...”

“I don’t want to lose Ingo. But I don’t want to hurt him either. He’s been acting like nothing happened….”

Ingo had been greeting him, trying to chit-chat, bringing him lunch, just as he usually would. And each time, he was ignored and disregarded. 

“...but I can see how much he hurts.”

Emmet was observant, and he knew his twin better than anyone else. He could see the guilt in his eyes, the pain in his smiles. It made his own heart twist and turn in agony. The memory of his brother’s face from that morning made his eyes sting. He gripped at the couch, clenching his fists until the nails started to dig into his palm. Elesa was attempting to comfort him wordlessly, her fingers brushing his hair gently. He tried to focus on that sensation instead. 

“Elesa, you know what it’s like to be in love. I don’t. Can you explain it?” 

“That’s—” 

That wasn’t the first time he asked. It was a regular question of his, one that he never got a satisfying answer to. Elesa had tried, over and over again, to explain it. Others had tried. Emmet never liked the answers, and hated how everyone around him seemed to understand them. It frustrated him. After a while, they had concluded that Emmet didn’t feel romantic attraction, just like Ingo didn’t feel sexual attraction. He liked that explanation. 

Elesa closed her eyes, trying to come up with the best way to explain love to her friend. 

“Love is this dazzling feeling that sweeps you off your feet. It’s actually more than a feeling, it’s passion. You start caring so much for someone that you would do anything to spend time with them. Sometimes it even hurts to be apart. There’s something very tender about touching them and having them close to you… I know I compare a lot of things to electricity, but love really feels like electricity sometimes. It can power you, or hurt you, it’s fickle and sudden, and it can be very high intensity.”

“...”

“Was that a satisfying explanation, sweetie?” 

“I guess. Is that what Ingo feels for me?” 

“Hah—” She had almost forgotten what this was about. 

“Maybe, people all experience love differently.” 

She wished she could say he was just confusing his affection for his twin for love, but they were adults, Ingo has had partners before, and it was too serious of a topic for him not to have already considered the option. He had to mean it. 

“What if I also love him? Romantically?”

Her fingers stopped moving through his hair.  

“What… do you mean?” 

“What you said about love. It’s close to what I feel for Ingo. Every time you explain love, I think about Ingo. He’s the only one I’ve felt that way for. I’ve been told it can’t be love because he’s my twin. Maybe it’s love, if Ingo also loves me.” 

“I— I guess that’s a possibility.” 

Elesa was out of words. What was she even supposed to say to that? She wanted to be supportive of her friends, but this? She didn’t know what to think. It was their personal business after all, she had no right to judge. 

“You’re making a face.” 

Emmet was staring at her. 

“Sorry, it’s just—” 

He got up and sat properly on the couch, startling Elesa. 

“Do you think it’s wrong?” 

Blunt as always. He put her on the spot. He looked at her expectantly, like a sad lillipup. 

“I— I don’t— There’s nothing wrong with it, not inherently.”

She was looking for the right words.

“I think, if both of you are happy about this, if it’s consensual and reciprocated, then I have nothing to say against it. I’m your friend, I want what’s best for you. I’ve been told I was wrong for being who I am and loving who I love all my life, I won’t do the same to you.”

His smile changed into a genuine one as she talked, and he looked relieved. 

“But—”

The corners of his mouth drooped down once again. 

“Not everyone will think that way. Society isn’t kind, especially to public figures like us. I don’t want you to be hurt.” 

Emmet crossed his arms.

“Society is stupid.”

“Hah, it sure is.”

“I don’t understand what it would change. If he loved me from the beginning, and I loved him as well, then our formation is still the same as before. We’re the same two-car train, with an added qualifier.” 

“I don’t think most people would see it that way, sweetie.”

“I’m not most people. I am Emmet! I’m a subway boss together with Ingo! And I LOVE INGO!” 

“Ow! I love the enthusiasm, sweetie, but please. I’m not wearing my headphones.” 

“sorry. This is exciting! I think. I’ve never been in love. Am I jumping on the wagon too fast? Maybe it’s not love. Why does putting a word on it change everything?”

She smiled fondly. 

“You’re doing just fine Emmet. You’ll just have to talk with Ingo about what this means for the both of you.” 

Maybe it won’t mean much. They’ll be the same as they’ve always been, with one more label. They were already so close, it sounded impossible for them to be even closer, even if they started calling each other ‘lover’ instead of ‘brother’. 

“Ingo! I’ve left him alone today. I need to talk to him. I need to—”

When trying to get up, Emmet wobbled on his feet and fell backwards, barely caught by Elesa. 

“Are you okay??”

“...I forgot my safety checks.” 

He looked so tired. Right. The whole ‘I haven’t slept in two days’ thing. That wouldn’t do. She sighed. 

“Stay right here, and try to sleep. I won’t let you leave until you get some shut-eye.” 

“Nooooo, I don’t want to nap, I need to talk to Ingo!” 

“I will tell him to come pick you up, alright?” And have a word with him. She trusted Ingo, she really did, but… No, no, that was silly. They were adults, they didn't need her mingling.

Emmet pouted, but eventually recognized that she was right.

“You win this battle. Can I take out Eelektross?” 

“Sure, knock yourself out!” Her whole apartment was electric-type-proofed anyway. 

Emmet knocked off his shoes, folded his coat and took out a pokeball. A giant eel came out of it in a flash, and proceeded to wrap itself around Emmet. It gave him an affectionate munch on his head. The subway boss laid down, and his pokemon, recognising it meant nap time, snuggled against him. The pressure and coldness of Eelektross' body soothed him, and quickly lulled him to sleep. 

In another room, Elesa asked subway boss Ingo to meet her at home.

And that’s the end of it! Who knows if I’ll continue, but it was really fun. I have shamelessly put in Emmet my own experience of being aro and struggling with the concept of love :P

[madametrashbin]

Blissful Relief

Modern Day life is stressful (no one can tell me otherwise), and as someone who will practically deflate upon suddenly having nothing to do and nothing important going on in the future (because being isekai'd means all regular world plans for life are cancelled), I will not hesitate to sleep like the dead because I'm not on a tight schedule now.

(Two posts in a Day?? What have I become?!)

A.K.A, I make an excuse to write a Lazy Nocturnal God!Darling who will abuse the cult pampering system... because that is what I would do without hesitation when I’m free from Modern Day duties that eat away at my health and sanity bit by bit with every hour I spend working like a mindless zombie from dawn to dusk, juggling home life that is filled with bothersome troubles that never change.

I’m also a night owl, caused by both insomnia and because it is the quietest hour that I cannot help but want to relish in since my life is filled with so much loud noise it gives me daily migraines... but of course, habits are formed from repetition and I will always wake up at 4-6am like a dumbass thus suffer the consequences the next morning.

Uhh... and I guess there might be OOC stuff?? Characterization who? Also Self-Indulgent again?? Super Self-Indulgent??? Letmeenjoysleepingandbeinganocturnalcreatureplease--

Morning tends to consist of Zhongli coming into your room, leaving the tray of breakfast he prepared on the coffee table near the sofa in your room before he walks over to kneel beside the bed where you're happily dozing off on, a hand moving to gently rest on the small of your back to rub small circles with his thumb. He’s softly smiling the whole time, looking at you with such adoration and fondness with how relaxed you were. As much as he wants to let you sleep in, he knows what would happen if a mortal body doesn’t move that much on a daily basis.

He'll try get you to wake up without being too loud, and if you ask for affection (kisses in particular, because I’m an affection and touch starved bastard), he will give it to you without hesitation and pepper your face in adoring kisses before carrying you off to the sofa so you could eat. He will feed you himself if you’re still too sluggish.

Will also put you in his lap if you’re nodding off, mostly to prevent you from hurting yourself (and because he enjoys the close proximity, if you allow it).

On rare occasions, Childe will be the one to wake you up in the morning instead whenever Zhongli is busy, letting you snuggle in bed a while longer if you want a few extra minutes before smothering you in his affections as he whisks you off from bed to get ready for the day and drop you off in the kitchen where breakfast is waiting on the table.

He will feed you himself if you're still drowsy, looking at you while cooing as though you are the most precious little thing this world has ever given life to (and to be fair, you are the most precious person to him with his family).

Will give you more cheek kisses if you’re still half-asleep, or in-between spoonfuls as a way to let you know you’re doing great... and because why not. It’s a rare moment to have, since Zhongli does hog a lot of your time.

Noon/Afternoon usually has Venti to keep watch over you if you ever choose to nap somewhere random around the teapot outdoors, or somewhere out in the wilds of Teyvat where the weather is just right and the surroundings are generally quiet. If you were outside of the teapot, you’d also have either Kaeya, Xiao or Kazuha to accompany the two of you depending on where you are for extra protection (per Zhongli’s safety precaution).

Venti will hum a song, and maybe strum a calming tune while you nap, happily basking in the gentle breeze and warm sunlight as the day goes by in a very peaceful and quiet manner. If lunch time comes around, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible, but finds it difficult to disturb you when you look so comfortable and peaceful right now. (And usually, this has you missing out on lunch if Zhongli is too busy to check up on you. Don't worry though, he'll make sure the packed lunch is empty before the old man drops by and that you did eat something.)

Kaeya will take the chance to cuddle with you, usually keeping you between his legs while you're using his chest as a pillow as your head is tucked in the crook of his neck. He's going to keep a loose hold on you, arms wrapped around your waist while occasionally shifting in case you're uncomfortable. He's smiling the whole time because you're so cute when you sleep like this. (Will occasionally give you kisses on the crown of your head if you don't mind it. Man wants to spoil you with so much love if you allow him to.)

Xiao is 100% attentive to all things in the surrounding, wanting to keep you safe from all potential dangers and will not relax while you're in such a vulnerable state. He will, however, melt when you sleepily call for his name while lazily reaching for him in such a lazy, but cute manner. Just like that, he's right by your side, asking for whatever you need. He's still on guard, but whatever you need, he will be there to provide... kisses and snuggles included, even if he’s struggling to be open about it. 

Kazuha would be smiling serenely, occasionally brushing the hair off your face if it gets in the way of giving you proper sleep. He would take care of problems that may arise before it reaches you, and if you ever have trouble trying to be comfortable, he’ll let you lay your head on his lap while he gently pets your head in such a soothing manner that the nap turns into full on sleep... his legs might go numb, but he just couldn’t wake you up when you looked so peaceful sleeping right there.

Sayu will always accompany you when you’re in Inazuma, mostly because she could find an excuse to sleep with you around when you are getting ready to nap. She’ll be quick to defend you though, because if you get hurt, she’ll lose that excuse and she’ll struggle to find peace to sleep for a while without having people tailing after her.

Dusk/Evening you’re decently awake (or rather, barely awake), Zhongli’s not letting you sleep anymore until later into the night. Ei would keep you company, the time when it’s not so busy for her as things settle down and allow her to spend time with you. She’s honestly just internally squealing when you end up holding onto her hand or sleeve if you’re too groggy to walk by yourself and properly guide your own feet.

Sometimes the Kamisato Clan would be the ones to accompany you, per Ei/Raiden Shogun’s orders. Ayaka used to be on-guard (because how did someone who was barely standing on their own two feet turn the Raiden Shogun into some excitable puppy??) when she first met you, but she got over it after realizing you’re not a bad person after spending enough time with you to see it.

Thoma sometimes coddles you, knowing well enough that you were just tired from the stress of the daily life you used to have when you told him once during a day when he was left to take care of you... He does his best to make sure you were enjoying yourself in the city, keeping a watchful eye in case you’d trip on your own feet.

On rare occasions when even the Kamisato Clan is busy, Kujou Sara would be the one to care for you... as foreign as it was in the beginning, because you’re so idle and pretty sluggish most of the time, but she grew to find these times relaxing. Of course, she is ever watchful for all problems, and when you were awake enough, would be helpful with your foreknowledge if you do remember everything well enough.

When Night falls upon Teyvat, you are fully awake, if only for a while until you grow exhausted again. In these moments, they would all try to spend time with you and gain more of your attention... but aside from that, you would often take strolls on Watatsumi Island, if only because you do sincerely enjoy the scenery the island had during the night... but other times, you would either take a stroll at Starsnatch Cliff or Qingce Village.

Kokomi would be with you, walking alongside you while she admires the sight of your relaxed, fully awake expressions that mostly appears at night. She would keep each of these moments to her heart, knowing that if her God loved Watatsumi as it is, then all her efforts into protecting it was worth it... plus, there was something nice just knowing a God like you enjoying the natural sight of her home while taking a nightly stroll.

Gorou trails behind you like a puppy, basking in the attention you give him and will always be ready to defend you. When you talk, he is absolutely silent, wanting to hear your voice in its more clearer form. He will not be happy if someone interrupts you, definitely will snarl at them if you don’t keep him in check... but aside from that, he will stick close to your side while you’re at Watatsumi Island as your guard with Kokomi.

Diluc will be by your side during the night when you’re in Mondstadt, always looking away when your gaze is directed towards him but otherwise would observe you closely... since he often sees you when you weren’t fully awake. He enjoys seeing this side of you more, and while he does find your sleepy self to be adorable, he likes knowing that you’re aware of everything... It gives him a peace of mind when you do acknowledge his efforts.

Midnight rings clear into the night, the clarity of your mind would return into its sleepy state. You would return back to the Teapot and get ready for bed, tucked in comfortably by one of your acolytes before you slumber until morning rises once more and repeat your day... Sometimes, if you’ve relaxed enough, you might be fully awake for the whole day.

Of course, that is a rare moment that might not always happen, but if you were truly awake for a whole day, none of your acolytes are going to miss this chance and might fight to have your full attention if you don’t give them the satisfactory amount, unless you put your foot down and make sure they behave. 

Aside from that, your cult will always be there for you, ready to take care of you and give you all the affection you want.

[lilyevansisamilf7]

You’re Prettier - Eddie Munson

Warnings - Insecure reader, Eddie being a bit of a dick, oblivious Eddie, angst to fluff, reader is 18

Summary - Eddie’s spending a lot more time with Chrissy lately and his best friend doesn’t know how to feel about it

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Friday nights were always Hellfire nights, Eddie was always adamant about that. “Fridays are when the schools dormant,” he would say, “When everyone goes home the freaks come out to play”

We all knew really that Eddie only held Hellfire on Fridays because his uncle was off, and as much as he loved Wayne, he never knew what to say around him. I got that, we all got that. Which is why we were so surprised when Eddie announced at lunch Hellfire was cancelled today.

“My fine friends, you’re king must cancel our festivities this evening with his greatest sadness”

Dustin started listening for the first time that lunch, “Wait what? What do you mean?”

“You’re finest Dungeon Master has scored himself a deal with the one and only”

“Jason Carver?”

Eddie scoffs loudly. “No.”

I pipe up for the first time since Eddie started talking, “Who then Ed’s?”

“Chrissy Cunningham”

“No you didn’t”

“But I did though”

“She does drugs?”

“No”

I was confused now, majorly. “What does she want from you then?”

Eddie crossed his arms and I knew I worded that wrong, “My company?”

“Im proud of you Ed’s, she’s really pretty”

I stand up and Dustin looks up at me.

“Where are you going Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, I sigh and say, “I’ve got some homework I need to work on so I’m gonna go to the library and work on it”

“The library?” The surprise evident in his voice

“Yeah. The library”

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I didn’t go to the library. I went home. I just wanted to lay in bed and cry and eat ice cream, but mostly I just want Eddie.

No one knew how i felt about him, no one even asked because I always was good at hiding it, I was pretty touchy anyways so when Eddie held my hand no one questioned anything, and when I leant my head on him no one said anything because that’s just Eddie and Y/N - the best friends that act like they’re ten years married

Which is why it hurt when he said he was seeing Chrissy, because i had no one to call, because in situations like this I would call Eddie, and now i can’t. My mind couldn’t help but wander to the possibility of Chrissy and Eddie dating one day, how I wouldn’t be allowed to hold his hand anymore because that was her job, and I wouldn’t be the one he ran to when more than three people went to his gig, because she’ll be the first on the list.

And I couldn’t help but wonder if she’ll be the type of girlfriend who won’t want him to have a best friend whose a girl, and I can’t help but wonder whether if he’s made to choose, will he choose me?

I mean I wouldn’t. She’s really pretty, and she’s tiny, and rich and she’s a cheerleader and she’s so fucking kind, and so sweet and I can’t hate her no matter how hard I try because all I want is to be her. And I can’t be her.

I couldn’t call Eddie, but I needed someone. So I decided to call Robin. We met last year, she was graduating but we worked together over the summer. We both worked at Scoops Ahoy with Steve but Steve never really liked me as much as Robin did, I never really found out why. But I knew now I needed a friend, and one that wasn’t Eddie.

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I opened the door to find Robin standing there with ice cream.

“My god you’re a fucking godsend Robin Buckley” I squealed, “How do you not have a girlfriend yet?”

“Not many gay people in Hawkins Indiana babe, and if there was I haven’t met them”

“Maybe I’ll turn gay and date you”

“Not sure that’s how it works N/N”

“Will you buy me ice cream whenever I’m sad?” I say grabbing a spoon and pointing it at her.

“Duh, you love ice cream”

“I will marry you then”

Robin just laughs and we both flop down on my couch.

“He didn’t like me Rob”

And that’s when the first tear fell and in seconds Robin was at my side, arm around my shoulder burying my face in her shoulder.

“Who N/N? They must be really dumb”

“Eddie’s not dumb Rob!”

“Oh babe, Eddie’s super dumb if he doesn’t like you”

And I just cried harder at that.

After a while the tears stopped, and I looked up, immediately cringing at the tear stains on Robins shirt.

“I’m sorry I cried all over your boob Rob”

“Ahh it’s fine, most action i’ve got in weeks”

I giggle slightly at that

“Hey, I told you I’d marry you, that’s action” I say pointing at her

She holds her hands up in the air, beginning to walk out the door, “are you gonna be alright alone tonight? I can come back”

“I’ll be fine”

And with that and a closed door, I was alone again.

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I just couldn’t sleep that night. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop my mind from blaring thoughts of Eddie, his hair and his face and how much I just wanted him to make me laugh right now.

As if my thoughts came to life, Eddie burst through my window. He never used my front door.

“Eddie you can’t be here” I breathe, “You have a date”

“I cancelled”

I couldn’t help but turn to face him

“Why?”

It was only now I saw how sad Eddie looked, his eyes sunken in and frown prominent on his face . I just wanted to run up and hug him, tell him that it was all okay, that he’s okay but I couldn’t, he’s with Chrissy. He’s with Chrissy, I remind myself

“Well it was never really a date and even if it was I wouldn’t want to go and I just felt bad because I let down you and the boys and I cancelled Hellfire and I never do that and technically she’s still with Jason so when she went to kiss me I felt dirty”

I honestly had no clue what to say

“And I hurt this really pretty girl this morning”

We sat in silence for a couple of moments

“Ed’s?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

He turned to look at me and held my face in his hands, looking directly into my eyes.

“You?” He breathes, “You’re the prettiest person on this planet”

“She’s really pretty, like really pretty”

He laughs slightly

“You’re prettier”

And with that our lips finally connected and he was all I tasted. Smoke and chapstick - Eddie. And I felt at home for the first time in a long long time, more at home than I’d ever felt. And then it ended

“I’m sorry that wasn’t how it was supposed to go, I was gonna so you out and tell you I love you an-“

“You love me?”

“Wasn’t that obvious, princess?”

“I love you too” I say with a huge smile on my face

“Will you Y/N be my girl?”

I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so hard in my life

“Yes Ed’s, omg yes”

“My girl”

“Well you have to share me with Robin” I say as we lay down, my head resting on his chest.

“What?” He exclaims

“Long story”

[icarusredwings]

A few days later, a very tired Logan trips over Wade, who is lying in the middle of the kitchen floor in his boxers. Puppins is sleeping on top of him. He had to skip work today because it's a cancer day, so this meant Logan had to take his classes too. Not that he minded but he was older now, he couldn't handle that many kids at once on the regular.

"Hey-OW what are you doing?" He grunts, just glad that he didn't drop his papers. Who knew PE had so much damn paperwork.

Wade is face down, his headphones on, looking like a dead body as always. He didn't sleep well on these days so the cool tile must be helping him not hurt as bad.

Tapping him, Wade picked his head up, looking at him with such confusion.

"What'ere you doin'??"

"I need my floor time, Peanut." He grumbles, putting his head back down.

"Mmh... what's floor time? Just.. laying here?"

From the living room, Carly shouts. "He's been doing that all day! I think it hurts less if his brain is shut off. You said those headphones are special right?" She asks.

Logan nods a bit. Jean had asked Hank to design them to fit Wade specifcally. They had the works too, while also transmitting nero static waves that automatically relaxed his mind the moment they were turned on, even if no music was playing, they cancelled out everything except the tone that came from the headphones. They also had a battery life of 16 hours straight and were waterproof.

It made sense. The more stressed his brain was the more he hurt, both from phantom pain and physical pain.

"Mh... Have you eaten anything today?" He asks, tapping him again. "Wade?"

But he was sleeping again. Deep patterned breaths causeing his chest to rise and fall in a natural state.

Rolling his eyes Logan assested the wounds, grabbing his creams, moving puppins. "Go on. I'll feed you in a minute. Im assuming im gonna have to feed your papa, too. You've been keeping him company today, huh? Oh yes, you did. What a good girl." He praised her, lathering his hands, starting to rub and press over his back. Gripping his shoulders and pushing on his lower back.

The touching must have woken him because soft groans started to come from him, hitches of breath and hisses from the painful craters and blisters.

Smirking a bit, he began to whisper sweet nothings to him, praising him for staying still, telling him that it's okay. "You like this a little too much, don't you? Here? For fucks sake wade, you're so tight up there-"

"If you two don't SHUT UP! You have a room!" Al scolded them, only for Carly to chuckle. "Thea darling - he's rubbing his back. Trust me, you think I'd let them do that in MY kitchen? Zikher nisht!" She scoffed, having already shooed them away with a broom a couple of times...

Treasure in the tags :)

Thinking about how Charles failed to help Wade and literally went brain dead because of how much chaos is going on in there, one of if not the strongest brains, completely destroyed by how much shit is in there but... There's no charles in Finding Home Au because this universes Charles went out with Logan.

But what if Jean gave him a crack? Jean likes a good challenge and Wade cant keep a therapist to save his life. And Jean owes Logan one sooo....

Why not?

"A-are you sure? Jean you can't-" he glances over to wade across the room. "You can't go in there."

"Ive been in yours."

Logan scoffs. "You think MY head is messy? You don't understand, I've seen his phyc evaluations. One of the testers is in a phycward right now." He whispers through grit teeth, not wanting to bad mouth his husband but...it was the truth. It was a shit show in there. But it was Wade's show none the less.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. I won't."

With a quick twitch of his nose, Logan glares. "You're lying."

"Yeah. Well what are you going to do about it? Hey Wade? Can you come with me for a second?"

Logan swallows as he watches him jog over, eager to help in what ever way he can. He bit his tounge with his canines. Where's Kurt? He needs a prayer done. For the both of them. In all honesty he wasn't sure which one needed it more.

Within 15 minutes, As logans pacing the hall infront of her door, She happily opens it up.

"Sooooo one.. You are so right. It's a mess in there."

"I told you not to look, red!!"

"It was just a peak! Anyway- I rearranged a few things anndd Tada!"

Rushing into the room, he's worried of what she's done to him. He expected smoothbob from that one episode when SpongeBob lost his personality and became boring, but instead, Sitting on the edge of her bed, there he was.

Tears were running down his face as he played with a rubrix cube, the cube wet from tears as he stared off into space, thick black headphones over his ears. His eyes flickered back and forth, his hands busy.

"..Wade?? Jean!" He scolds her, worried.

Giggling a bit, She pats his shoulder. "Oohh calm down tiger. He's fine. He's just.... Silent."

He glares. "What are you ta-"

"Bilateral 8th dimention audio stimulation." She smiles. "Aka- Science!"

"Why is he crying? Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. I told you, It's silent."

"You..."

"Mhm."

"I-.. How did you get rid of them? We've tried so much medication! Nothing works because of his healing factor. You're telling me this whole time he just needed music therapy?"

"Welllll and for me to plug a few serotonin receptors, but yeah. Practically the same thing.. besides.. I didn't get rid of them. They're just quiet... for now."

Logans' smile fades. "Oh.."

"But hey, At least we found something, right? So if it gets too bad, you can always shut him-"

Logans brow raised.

"Them- Up. Just for a song or two." She mutters, glancing to her phone. "He's in the middle of Pentatonix right now. If you bring him by every week or so, I can maybe dig through that trash heap and patch up some more chemical imbalances." She mutters, putting a hand to her chin. "Not sure if it would stay though, so if his head gets chopped off or something, I'll have to do it all over agai-"

Before she could finish, Logan interrupted. "So he's... relieved?"

"Yes." She smiles.

"Without pain??"

"The most I could spare."

He hugs her tight. "Thanks, Jeanie! You're amazing!!" She blushes, having not been hugged by Logan since.. well.. since before he died. It was awkward, but.. warmer. Then she remembered.

When he pulls away, she watches he rushes over, sitting next to him, but Wade doesn't respond. He glances back. "What did you tell him by the way?"

"Oh, yeah hold on." Right as this song ended, She turned off the headphones, making him blink and look up, confused. Wiping his tears he glanced at the unfinished cube and then to Logan as if he wasn't even aware he was there.

"I-... Why am I crying? Uhm.. I didn't finish it.. It's still... messed up." He says as slowly the noise in his head starts again.

"Oh, that's alright. You can finish it next time. You did very well for your first time." She tells him, giving him that motherly smile, the large belly just adding to the feeling of praise.

"Oh.. uhm.." he swallows, smiling awkwardly. "Okay. Do.. do you need help with anything else?"

She thinks for a second. "I mean.. it would be really nice if you tied my shoes. I uhm... I can't reach. For obvious reasons."

"Because you're a planet?"

"Pregnant!" She snaps. "T-there's a difference.. but yes."

It's Logan who ties her shoes, Wade handing back her unsolved cube, unaware of what had just happened. He had an idea, but he wasn't 100% sure. For all he knew and how she praised him, they could have totally just done an epic sex thing, and he didn't remember what so ever.

Taking Logan's arm he felt... relaxed. Still baffled but they weren't as loud anymore. Talking in his head instead of screaming bloody murder (which some were demanding). "That was... weird. Did I just get mind fucked? GASSPP Loagie you let her mind fuck me!?"

"Eehh kind of. Come on bub. We going headphone shopping."

"Oooh I must have done really well then if Im getting treats!"

Standing at the door, She smiles as they leave. Seeing such a big toothy grin on the both of them was so different. And yet? It felt good. Nice to see him so happy. So deeply devote to someone... and.. if she wasn't mistaken.. she had seen a thought or two of discount engagement rings in that messy little head of his, though just looking for a split second, a glimpse, gave her a massive headache...