#I GAVE UO AFTER THE THIRD TRY

[goldenlaquer]

REQUESTS OPEK??!?!?!;&@, I JUST WOKE UO IM NOT REAUD UM UN UHH UM

may i request Gintoki with a gn reader who just LOVES to spoil him and make him food but at some point just. stops and doesnt say why and while gintoki doesnt want to sound like "hey wheres my food☹️" he is lowkey wondering if they are mad at him and does a bunch of stuff to try make it up to them. rither like cooking himself or spending more time with them yknow?

but in reality its just that money got tight for a bit and they were embarrassed to say they were spending so much on gin lmao

sorry if thats like all over the place! love you lots professor💚

The way you always come as soon as I open requests, It's like you're in my walls 🥺🚓

Sakata Gintoki Headcanons:

Majority of his life, Gintoki been used to going without comforts, some way or the other. Warm clothes. Fresh underwear. Food. Good food, especially. And it ain't been all so bad since he started the Yorozuya. You can always catch a meal from behind Snack Otose's bar before the old lady catches you by the ear and tosses you out like a dirty mongrel. You can always dip your head in the fountain at the local park to gulp down some cold water. You can always get your 14-year old coworker to stand in a corner and beg for some spare change for your strawberry parfait at your favorite cheap family-style joint.

Point is, you put a street urchin anywhere, and he finds a way to survive.

Theoretically.

So what actually does him in is meals, hot meals, three times a day, seven days a week. The dining table these days is actually creaking, heavily set with the weight of those little side dishes. Side dishes. Gintoki now is getting choices with his meals. And after a delicious meal, then comes dessert. Not just any dessert— strawberry parfait. A tall glass dish filled brim with his favorite sweet, pushed under his nose with a sweeter kiss to his temple before you're happily clearing the rest of the dishes to the sink.

Gintoki has gained ten pounds since loving you.

Until he's suddenly back to square one, ten pounds lighter, back to three-way chopstick fights over every rotten grain of rice, back to scavenging in Sadaharu's dog feed bag, back to harassing Otose's rice cooker, back to swishing fountain water through his teeth to line his never-quite-satisfied stomach.

It's not his first rodeo, but this time, hitting the ground is harder than he remembers.

It's not about the food. In the past few days, you haven't even been looking at him in the eyes, while ladling a fourth of the food that you usually serve into his chipped bowl. Have barely peeped a few words, except murmured thank you for the meal's before quietly eating your portion, smaller than everyone else's. You've kissed him less, hugged him less. The Yorozuya doesn't carry your scent anymore, you're hardly there.

You're ignoring him, he's concluded. Gintoki knows, knows he's pissed you off because Sakata Gintoki always pisses everyone off at some point. You're sick of a lazy, no-good guy like him, he knows it. He knows it.

Fuck, he hasn't missed any anniversaries. On your third month together, he pissed your name in the snow in front of the Yorozuya! If that isn't the most ardent declaration of love, he doesn't know what is! On your birthday, he gave you a DIY, a lovely sculpture! And told you to use it when he's gone! And his performance in bed— no, that definitely can't be it. He puts his back into it! His dicking is flawless. S-tier!

Shinpachi suggests gifting you the newest Otsuu-chan CD. An advice expected of a cherry boy, damn him.

Kagura is more helpful— she's seen it all before. Papi always swallowed his pride and kneeled in the dirt and begged.

And so, Gintoki kneels in the dirt and begs.

And he says something not worth repeating. Blah blah blah blah I miss you blah blah blah blah don't leave blah blah blah blah You don't have to do anything blah blah blah blah just stay blah blah blah blah I love you or whatever blah blah blah blah.

And you're wrapping your arms around his prostrated head, maybe in tears, saying something like money was running short, you were out looking for a job that's why you weren't at the Yorozuya more often, and something like you were embarrassed to face him— which is the most ridiculous bullshit he's ever heard because look at him while he's wiping your tears away with a rough hand, you idiot— you're dating the sorriest, the poorest bastard in Edo! Getcher ass home so we can eat dinner.

And dinner that night— even with four pairs of chopsticks and one paw fighting over the last shriveled dog kibble— has never tasted better.

Happily ever afterrrr

[stargaze-issei]

— 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 + 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 !

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; karasuno and fukurodani react to their manager doing the body count/bodyody audio tik tok ! [insp by this tik tok]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; crack(?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; suggestive themes, maybe a little swearing i can't remember ajaksjq.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; the trend it's to put pictures of all the people you've slept with, in case anyone doesn't know!!

karasuno !

-> it was a joke, it wasn’t supossed to get out of the thrid year managers gc.

-> the girls found it hilarious and was a good conversation topic for hours, discussing who you put or didn’t put.

-> they knew, of course, it was fake. you hadn’t slept with oikawa, KYOUTANI, BOKUTO, tendou, atsumu, TERUSHIMA and OSAMU.

-> it was SO obvious it was a joke for them that nobody felt the need to point it out.

-> they just said things like “the most quiet are the worst ones” “OMG DETAILS ABOUT THE TWINS!!” “did terushima yk,, made a good use of his percing” because they KNEW nothing was real.

-> until tanaka and sugawara asked kiyoko for her phone to watch some videos of the new play they were trying.

-> and misaki, from johzenji, sent a “forget about teru— 🤢 can’t even say it,, Y/N I WANNA HEAR ABOUT BOKUTO!!! ik man’s  p a c k i n g”

-> tanaka looks at suga and suga looks at tanaka and they’re like .......tf

-> suga’s finger “slips” and they see the other messages until finally they reach your video.

-> you’re there looking pretty as usual and above your head reads “seems like were showing our body counts with this sound? here it’s mine 🤪”

-> tanaka is about to say “it can be what we’re thinking” but when OIKAWA’S picture appears both their jaws hit the floor.

-> nishinoya sees them and ofc he wants to know what’s so shocking, so he gets closer.

-> he drags hinata too, and shoyo’s like “that’s the great king!! play it again!! play it again!!”

-> fyi: suga paused the video because wOW and they don’t know who’s left in your video.

-> sugawara looks straight in the eye at nishinoya, going “keep hinata, kageyama and yamaguchi away and bring the team” with the MOST SERIOUS EXPRESSION

-> noya is lowkey scared??? like wtf??? but does as he’s told bc suga seems super intense.

-> kiyoko and yachi left to fill the bottles and pick some needed implements from the club room, you had classes for a few more minutes, therefore, there was nobody to stop them.

-> once the rest of the team, including tsukishima because everyone seemed to have forgotten he was a first year too, is together, suga plays again the video, while the littlest ones watch from afar in curiosity.

-> the silence, you will never hear them in a more tense silence.

-> they read what’s your tiktok about, daichi’s eyes go O.O, asahi goes RED, nishinoya seemed to be ready to FIGHT THEM ALL, ennoshita awkwardly laughs, even tsukishima blushes a little.

-> then oikawa appears. EVEYRONE’S EYES ARE FULLY OPEN AND NOYA LET’S OUT A GROAN???

-> but when kyoutani shows up they’re in SO much shock they kinda forget oikawa before, and daichi whispers an “oh god”

-> then it’s BOKUTO’S TURN and tsukishima just stops functioning. asahi is static on his place contemplating, withouth being able to form a coherent thought.

-> suga highkey wants the tea.

-> tendou feels like a betray to asahi, tanaka and tsukishima. noya, just for a second, wonder what was that like.

-> ATSUMU AND OSAMU FUCKING MIYA AND THEY EXPLOTE.

-> THE EXPLOTE LIKE WHAT????? WAS IT AT THE SAME TIME???? Y/N?¡¡¡¿¿1

-> they aren’t ready for the cherry on the top at the end, a picture of terushima sticking his tongue out, sweaty after a match, SMOKING HOT, and it’s not a picture he posted to his social medias or anything.

-> it’s only suga, and daichi a little bit, who realize that if that picture isn’t public, then either he send it to you or YOU TOOK  IT.

-> that’s when you walk in the gym, just to say hi before going to change.

-> the first year are playing among each other and you are like ????

-> they don’t even notice you’re there so you go nearer to see what they’re watching. and you see the picture of tersuhima yukie, from fukurodani, once sent asking misaki WHY her kouhais where that hot. it was also the only picture you had of him and the one you used in you video the day before.

-> the phone in suga’s hands seems familiar and... that’s kiyoko’s

-> “Y/N” screams asahi when he sees  you and the rest looks like they saw a ghost.

-> a second of silence goes before everyone blows in questions and you just hear names between bambling, “OIKAWA MNASNANPGDF” “MANASKL BODY COUNT ASLKLAS” “MAD DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

-> and daichi makes himself heard despite the screams.

-> “y/n, i know you’re 18 and capable of making your own decisions, but we have to talk about... physical relationships, with our rival teams”

-> kiyoko arrives and quickly puts two and two together and asks yachi to go check on the first years.

-> she looks at you and sees you like WHAT TF DO I DO and nods and say “you shouldn’t have gone through my phone, no matter how curious you are, sugawara-san” COLD AS ICE ISTG.

-> AND SHE CONTINUES “what who y/n does or doesn’t do on her free time is none of your business, all of you, if she decides to get together with anyone it’s just up to her. you should be ashamed of yourself, specially the third years. you weren’t just violating y/n’s privacy, but mine, kaori’s, yukie’s and misaki’s. it may have been a joke, or not, but it doesn’t give you the right. if you ever do something like this again, we will be talking with coach ukai and takeda sensei” SHE GRABS YOUR ARM, TURNS AROUND, CALLS YACHI AND YOU THREE LEAVE LIKE QUEENS????

-> once you’re in the club room, both you and kiyoko start laughing because the team was FROZE in place. not even daichi was so scary.

-> the team then apologizes to both and send an audio to the groupchat too, and never bring the subject uo again.

-> still, they all wonder everyday if you really did or not.

-> and of course, they get so defensive when they see any of the boys in the video it’s hilarious to you and the other managers.

— fukurodani !

-> damn yukie making up dares that always ended up bad for either you or kaori.

-> mostly you doe.

-> at a sleepover, she was like let’s make fake body count vids and who falls asleep first has to show them tomorrow at practice!!! it will be fun!!!

-> you accepted because you usually fell asleep after one of them did but that time it was like they gave you a sleeping pill because you fell like a rock after a few hours.

-> as to why you were there, the day after, about to go ask the team if you should post it.

-> you list consisted on kenma, kita, sakusa, daichi, and just for the fun of it, konoha.

-> the girls call konoha aside so he doesn't ruin the prank, and you proceed.

-> "hey guys, should i post this?? i’m not sure if i look good enough to be seen by the world” bokuto practically yells at you that you always look pretty before taking your phone from your hands.

-> “why don’t you ask yukie or kaori?” asks akaashi, that was a question you hand’t thought about and by pure luck, you were saved by bokuto yelling at the team to come and see what you’ve done.

-> konoha is about to head their way and yukie just grabs his arm like “no ❤️"

-> and nobody can contradict yukie’s no so he has no choice but to stay.

-> anyways

-> the team gather around bokuto, who is about to press play. at first it’s just your face, and everyone agree you look pretty.

-> but then they read “did anyone say body count? ;)” and they look at each other like ......what

-> washio leans to stop the video because he genuinely doesn’t know what body count is, sarukui explains it a little too loud, grinning, and washio goes "oh–"

-> thanks to sarukui’s explanation bokuto confirms his idea because one part of him did think it was how many people you’ve killed.

-> they press play again and kenma appears and bokuto just stares, doesn’t react.

-> akaashi’s eyes widened and he GASPS, washio can’t hide his disappointment mostly because why would you make this video and then show it to them.

-> when kita shows up bokuto lets out a surprised squeak, along with washio that’s just question your and his whole existences-

-> sarukui is smirking, his complete expression yells “way to go y/n!!!”

-> sakusa comes as a shock to every one of them, even sarukui loses the grin for a bit.

-> “how did you manage to...?” whispers akaashi, half amazed, half grossed.

-> bokuto then has to pause it for a little to keep his composure, he looks at your like WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME GO THROUGH THIS

-> but when they resume it and daichi welcomes him he thinks it just can get any worse.

-> washio is like “isn’t that karasuno’s–?”

-> “HELL YEAH IT IS” SHOUTS SARUKUI AND THE GIRLS BEHIND YOU LAUGH SO HARD BECAUSE HE IS SO PROUD OF YOU.

-> the rest is like 🧍‍♂️ while sarukui is SO happy for you LMAO.

-> it’s at the end when no one smiles. konoha’s picture smiles at them and bokuto just stops the video to look at him, only a few meters away.

-> he looks at the picture and then at konoha and so on.

-> can’t get his mind around it????? lowkey no one can.

-> akaashi isn’t even blinking and his eyes are concerningly open, washio is regretting all his past choices that led to this moment.

-> sarukui death stares at konoha. no more fun sarukui, he crossed the line.

-> kaori and yukie are wheezing WHEEZING I SAY and konoha is so confused.

-> his teammates look like dogs about to attack but he hasn’t done anything to upset them?? has he??

-> like robots, akaashi and bokuto get up and walk towards konoha. a part of you tells you to protect him but... what are they going to do tho...

-> “you’re out of the team” THEY SAY AT THE SAME TIME AND ALL AND KONOHA GOES WHAT

-> your co-managers can’t even breath istg NO HELP

-> you then intervine trying to keep konoha in the team lmao “IT’S FAKE GUYS!! A PRANK!! KAORI!!!! YUKIE!!!! BACK ME UP!!! I’M KIDDING DON’T KICK KONOHA OUT”

-> akaashi partially believes you, but bokuto?? nope.

-> you planted the seed on his mind.

-> the whole team acts weird when they see guys from your vid and are looking for chances to bark at konoha.

-> “AKAASHI HAS TO STAND BETWEEN YOU TWO ALL THE TIME” that’s the new rule he set.

-> just to see them freak out, konoha sometimes flirts with you at practice ;)

[bellaroonie-writes]

could i have some sweet and fluffy dratchet perhaps? 👉👈

I legitimately suck at writing them and my brain isn't processing shit rn so this turned into dratchet x reader💀

Also i've been meaning to write dratchet x reader bc holy fuck.

Maybe we need you.

Dratchet x Reader

I used female pronouns here but they are easy enough to change!

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You sat at the bar as people spoke and music played.

This was supposed to be a happy place but all you could think about was how lonely you were.

The need to be in a relationship was there but the fear of getting hurt was overbearing. You had been put through hell while with the DJD.

You and your siblings were like any group of average humans and you kind of wanted it to stay that way but no. Whatever controled fate had something else in mind. They fucked you all up and turned you into Cybertronians. They even went as far as to hurt your nephew as well.

You scanned the room and your eyes landed on your brother and his fiance, a beautiful, young couple, who had an incredibly smart and beautiful son and were expecting again. Next to them sat the eldest of you and your siblings, your sister. A beautiful young woman who seemed to have it all figured out sat next to her boyfriend. An incredibly smart couple who seemed to be a match made in heaven. All seemed to be normal for them even though they were nothing but normal.

You went back to scanning the room and your eyes landed on Drift and Ratchet, I relatively new relationship but they also seemed to be a match made in heaven.

You always had feelings for them, not that you'd say anything. They were already together, and happy at that. You smiled gently as Drift looked over you. He began to wave you over and you gently declinded.

When you turned back to look at Drift you were surprised as the red and white mech was already more than halfway across the room. You could've sworn you had only looked at Swerve for a split second.

"Goddamn he moves quick."

You shot up to your feet and began to move to the other side of the bar as Drift got closer. You knew he wasn't gonna drop the topic that easily. You paniced as you jumped from the bar to a table and then shot over to where your siblings were.

They smiled as you arrived but quickly gave you a questioning glance as you slid under the table.

Drift quickly approached and stopped at the table you were at.

"Did you see where that crazy thing slipped off to?"

You could hear your brother choking back a laugh as Drift asked him that question. You could hear Drift leaving after a few minutes and thats when you decided to book it out of the loud room.

Darting down the massive halls you had to weave in and out of mechs legs and you had to make sure you didn't get stepped on but soon enough you made it to your habsuite. Punching in the code you made it inside just before Whirl came sliding around the corner to bother you.

You smiled as you flopped into your bed. Roling onto your back you whipped out your phone to see a missed call from Ratchet, and then three from Drift.

You chuckled remembering what you had just done and plugged your phone in. You walked towards your dresser and began to rummage through the drawers with little regard for what fell out and hit the floor.

A ping from your phone caught your attention and as you moved closer you realized who it was. It was Drift, of course it was.

"We're coming."

You threw on a pair of pajamas and flopped into bed just in time as the door opened.

"See I told you, she's asleep. Now lets go."

"I highly doubt that she's actually asleep Ratch. Even if she is, i'm gonna wake her up."

You began to panic into your pillow as you heard Drift approach. Your heartrate shot through the roof as Drift poked your back and Ratchet began to reprimand him.

You rolled over eventually and groaned when Drift smiled like a child on Christmas.

"We wanna talk to you about something important."

You groaned again asking if it could wait till morning. When you were scooped up out of bed you took it as a no.

You sat up in Drifts palm trying to readjust your eyes to the bright lights of the ship.

When you finally arrived at the shared room you fell back on Drifts hands.

"What did you want to talk about? Make it quick bc i'm about to passout."

Drift smiled down at you and Ratchet say down on the berth next to you.

Smiling up at him you noticed how hard he seemed to be focusing on you.

"We wanted to talk about your feelings."

The sentence shot a wave of fear uo your spine. Had they found out somehow? Had you told them some drunken night you don't remember.

"As you know Ratchet and I are sparked but, we have been debating adding a third person into our relationship."

"That third person being you" Ratchet interrupted.

You looked between the two a few times, searching for some proof of a lie hidden in their eyes. When you didn't find anything you looked down at your hands which was playing with your shirt.

"If you're not comfortable with the idea we understand though! You've been through a lot and we understand if your not ready to love another person, or two."

You finally looked back up at both of them with a smile.

"I think I'm ready."

At that simple sentence Drift was beaming and Ratchet might as well have been to.

Drift grabbed you and gave you a light peck on your forehead before gently tucking you underneath his chin, Ratchet laying down next to the red and white mech and placing a hand over your torso and pressing a kiss to his lovers cheek plate.

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HOLY HELL THIS WAS LONG AND SO WEIRD.

I'm praying this made sense and honestly it was so much fun to write about thank you for this ask again.

I love you all lots and you're all incredibly smart and valid. Have a great day or night my dears!

[zuffer-weird-girl]

"Is the third time only this month that brat does this..." has growled before placing Kin back on her crib after Kaito tried again to sending her away.

This time the brat just got out of the street and dared to stop a officer on the street, lifting his sister in his arms and with a stoic face ask if they wanted a baby.

You let out a hopeless sigh before shaking a bit the crib, smilling in relief at seing that your baby girl, different from Kaito, was the most quiet and easy to sleep baby you ever saw.

"Just give him a bit more time Kai, I'm sure he is going to get used to her soon... I hope."

He looked at you dead in the eyes, arching on eyebrow up.

"Angel. Kin has eight months already. Eight months." He pointed at outside of the room "And the rascal still tried to send her away."

You made a worried face, letting go of the crib when you noticed that Kin had fell asleep.

"... apologies." He latted yoir head gently "Maybe I was too-"

"No no. Relax." You giggled, adoring the way his hand felt on your head "I guess is just going to take a bit longer for Kaito to get used to his sister then..."

"It better be quick. I'm tired of explaining my self to mails and police this whole thing."

~

He arched one eyebrow at the numb and glommy look his son carried while he poked with his eating uttensiles the food in front of him.

Ever since his last attempt of getting rid of Kin he is been like this, and he was starting to grow afraid that his brat had gotten ill.

You walked in with a giggling Kin in your arms, cooing while holding your cheeks together, making you look like a fish, while you made goofy faces at her.

The tight grip Kaito had on his hashi wasn't unnoticed by Kai.

"Hey daddy?" You called, breaking his attention to look up at you two "Kin wants to see your beautiful face~"

He scoffed at that, rolling his eyes but still lowering his mask and looking at Kin dead in the eye. The girl cooed and clapped her tiny chubby hands while her golden eyes shined in glee at seing her daddy's face.

"Such a simple and dumb action that can caught her interest like that?" He muttered before bringing it up his mask.

Kaito suddenly scoffed and got out from the table, leaving everthing he was suppose to eat behind. Making you and kai exchange glances before he got up and called his son sternly.

"Chisaki Kaito come back here this instant."

"I'm not hungry." The kid mumbled, still walking.

"Kaito." Kai growled threateningly, ignoring your hand on his shoulder and words for him to calm down "Get back here. Right now."

The kid stopped, tiny hands turned into shaking fists as he muttered some words neither you or Kai could catch.

"What?" Kai said coldly before Kaito sended one teary yet angry look at his father.

"You two have her so why should I stay in the first place?" He said monotonously before running to his room, hitting the door slightly.

"Of course..." you sighed, Kin made a confused and sad noise at your face while Kai just stayed intact. "I should have know." Kai looked at you with one eyebrow lifted up.

"Hon he is jealous of Kin." You said quickly before he scoffed, already walking towards his son's room. "Kai c'mon don't start another argument.."

"I'm not. But I thought I raised this brat better than this." He scoffed before wrapping his hand on the door handle, noticing that his son had locked it.

"Kaito stop with this and open the door." He growled, receiving a faint 'go away' from teh other side "Get out of there or I will break this door open."

He felt you poking his shoulder and sended you a glare.

"I might be wrong but-" you said in oure sarcasm "This is not the exactly BEST way of getting into a upset child's room." He deadpanned when his daughter made what sounded like a agreement sound.

"Well." He showed his palm at the door "Be my guest then dearest."

You arched a eyebrow at him before handing Kin to him. Not noticing how he got tense and averted his eyes from his daughter a bit...

"Sweety?" You knocked the door "Please let us in?"

"No." Thsi one was more soft than the others and your heart break at the sniffle you heard.

"Kaito, if something is wrong then we need to talk to sorta things out. Please open the door for me and daddy?"

"...I don't want to talk."

You sighed, ignoring the smug look Chisaki sended to you before an idea popped into your head.

"So you're just going to stay there until when?"

"Until... until..." you wanted to break that door the moment you heard a weak sob from the other side.

"My soldier. Me and daddy only want to help." Chisaki made a confused noise before you shushed him "But you know that he can overhaul this door... so please just open honey? For me and him?"

You sighed in relief when you heard the click sound while Chisaki handed Kin back to you immediately. Pushing the door open you saw Kaito sitting on his bed as he rubbed his face with his forearm, parted legs as his hand fisted the material of his pants.

"So?" Chisaki crossed his arms, looking down at his son with his stoic face "Explain-"

"Is about Kin. We know." You interrupted, your husband glaring at you for that "But what exactly is bothering you sweety?"

"Her." He whispered "One more it means less, and you and daddy just stop everthing you do to go to her and see what she wants." He sniffled.

"Because she is a infant." Chisaki interrupted "On her stature and age is necessary." He said in a manner of fact tone.

Kaito suddenly sobbed a bit more loud, now with both hands fisting the sheets of his bed.

"Kaito." You cooed while sitting next to him, a firm grip on your daughter but still went to trade your fingers through his hair.

"Neither of you will care about me anymore! You don't do now do you?!" Kaito sobbed harshly, but still not dodging away from your touch.

"... for crying out loud." Your husband growled, and even before you could send a glare he took a sit on the other side of his son and took your hand out of his head to just drop quite harshly his own, making the kid yelp even.

Kaito glared at his father, teeth cringing together but the river of tears didn't stopped either as Kai only stared numbly down.

"Your sister needs the special treatment because she is way younger than you." He pointed with his palm at Kin fisting the hem of your shirt. "She struggles with saying simple words and even walk. So that's why me and your mother stay more allert with her."

Kaito scoffed, looking down with a frown before your gentle hand lifted a bit his chin up to look at you.

"That doesn't mean neither of us love more or less one than the other honey." You rubbed your thumb on his chin while Kai started to carres his son's hair. "Never we would do that. The same Kin is receiving now, you once received as a baby."

"... but.." his eyes came back to being the usual stoic ones while he pouted a bit with furrowed eyebrows.

"Brat. The same we feel about Kin we do about you. No questions or objections." He messed with Kaito's hair a bit before retreading his hand back "Both are brats. But our brats."

"I never heard you calling her like that." Kaito said suddenly while Kai arched a eyebrow and you let out a disbelieved giggle.

"You're serious? Daddy is always calling both you and Kin brats. No matter what I do!"

"That so..." Kaito mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"... Kin, you and your mother are simply the only ever people that brought me such a thing called joy and the real concept of a family Kaito." Chisaki spoked in a serious tone, catching his son interest.

"Your first word was my title as a father, and I genuinely teared up." He flipped Kaito's forehead, making the kid yelp "This is how important you are. The only persons that ever made me cry were you three and only."

Kaito widened his eyes in shock, looking up at you and pointing at his dad.

"Daddy cried?!" You nodded while Chisaki growled, not liking to hear that more than once. Kaito looked down at his hands before sighing "I'm so stupid... I promised you both that I would be a good brother yet I did those things... I'm sorry."

You gave him a raspberry on his cheek, finally heari g taht laugh again.

"Is normal feeling jealous of a sibling. But what is not good is trying sending them to Alaska." You laughes in nervousness while Kaito lowered his head.

"I'm sorry... what can I do to... fix what I did?" He felt his father's gloved hand push his head a bit to look up and slided to grab his shoulder, while the other showed Kin smilling and making grabby hands at Kaito.

"Starts to care and not hate your sister would be a good way to fix your mess." Kaito looked uo at his father before hesitantly looking at his sister's golden eyes.

"She might hate me."

"Hmm I guess not." You placed Kin to the bedsheets in a sitting position "She is very giggly when she is around you."

"Is she?" He asked, still looking at his sister.

"The brat only smiled once because you were in the room." Kai said nonchantly glaring a bit at the little girl while you laughed.

Kaito awkwardly and hesitantly got closer and looked up at you, receiving a encouraging nod, before he grabbed her underneath her shoulders and brought her closer.

"Hey... I'm... sorry?" Kaito said awkwardly "I promise to not be a bad older brother anymore... at least I will try. But I am the first and also dad and especially mom's favorite, so have that on your mind." Kai went to scold him before the little girl laughed and cooed while touching her hand on the tip of her brother's nose.

Kaito stayed immobile. Frozen. You and Kai shared another look before Kai poked him in the shoulder.

"Brat?"

"... I love her." He said nonchantly but his (E/c) eyes shined in glee as the girl kicked a bit her legs while Kaito holded her up "She is weird. But is a good weird."

You snorted, thinking thhat in that moment Kaito never looked more than his father than there while Kai just smirked a bit in hopeless.

"It took less than 15 minutes. After eight months." You giggled while he went to give you a kiss before Kaito interrupted.

"See? This is gross Kin. We need to stop them when they do this. Is disgusting."

"Oh HELL no." Kai growled while you almost died of laughter.

Two brats interrupting him and his wife? FUCK NO.

[tundrainafrica]

Title: The Day after Christmas

Summary: Uo tries to keep up the Christmas tradition of eating KFC for Christmas and runs into a familiar face while she braves the lines in KFC.

Part three (Final installment) of my present to @hizashi-yamadas for the Animanga Secret Santa 2020

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Other oneshots

December 24: Christmas Eve (Kyo x Toru)

December 25: Christmas Day (Haru x Rin)

Note: Hi Elisha, this is the final installment of the gift. If you noticed the way I went about this gift was to take different elements of a Japanese Christmas and incorporate them into one shots of your favorite Fruits Basket pairings.

One one shot for each day of Christmas. I hope you enjoyed it! And I hope you had a really great Christmas as well.

Kentucky Fried Chicken had one of the most silent entrances into the Japanese Market and fifty years ago, no one would have thought it would survive the arduous process of penetrating a market so different from that of the west.

Through some strategic marketing on the side of its CEO then, Kentucky Fried Chicken did make its way to the tables of many families during Christmas day. The line to reserving the Christmas bucket and the reservation lists filled up so fast that many had to reserve by October to secure a bucket on Christmas Day.

Uo had been a fan of that as a kid, having been raised by her father who was as much of a fan or maybe even a bigger fan of those delicacies. She wasn’t a fan of lists, month early reservations and having to consider Christmas a few months earlier than she needed to. They had worse problems to think about after all.

She and her father both agreed though that they still wanted their fried chicken.

That was what pushed Uo to wake up early enough to beat the morning crowd at least. She had learned over the years that by the 26th, if she woke up early enough, she could secure one of the unpurchased buckets without braving the deplorable crowds of the day before.

It’s just a day difference. Of course, she would have preferred to have it on Christmas day. KFC Chicken is KFC Chicken though and usually by the 26th, there were still enough remnants of the day before for her and her father to play pretend with.

Strangely, for that year in particular though, the sun had decided to rise a little later. Having rushed to the nearest KFC, Uo had failed to check her phone for the exact time.

The line for KFC was spilling out onto the streets and as Uo secured her place at the back of the line, she snuck a peek at her phone.

It was already seven. The breakfast crowd started at six. And how should I know people will still be craving KFC fried chicken the day after Christmas? Uo was almost tempted to just sneak her way through the crowds and up to the front counter. Her very Japanese upbringing made her regret even considering that a second later.

The crowds were large and the line was wrong. Uo was grateful to see that nobody was pushing or blatantly forcing their way through the crowds.

It assured her at least that if he just patiently waited in line, she would eventually find herself at the front. All I have to do is wait.

Uo should have noticed at least that  the line was thinning out pretty fast and many of the customers around her started to grumble  in disappointment. She had been too busy scrolling through her phone to notice it though. She was a little too invested in whatever was on her timeline to even notice that she had bumped a few people on the way to the front of the line.

She had been too absorbed in her own world waiting in line that when she had finally arrived at the front she was still hopeful and expecting only to have those hopes crushed a second later.

“Sorry Ma’am, we just sold the last of our Christmas buckets a few minutes ago.”

                                  The Day after Christmas  

Kentucky for Christmas. We always had Kentucky Fried Chicken for Christmas.

Uo had gone to the three nearest KFC’s next to her house, the third closest being three train rides away. It was only by the last one did she find out why exactly the Christmas Buckets had run out so fast.

There was a buy one take one promo for post Christmas purchases.

The nice lady at the counter of the third KFC she went to was the one to explain it. They had suggested instead that she try the fun shots or the hot shots. Uo had to quell that disappointment inside her, knowing that the texture of the fun shots could never match they original chicken breading of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

She had missed breakfast though. She was also currently dealing with the disappointment of knowing she would probably not get the KFC that day and that her father would probably be a little disappointed at that too.

Uo settled for a fun shots set and a pack of fries and ate it at the bench outside the shop. She was in no mood to see crowds, knowing the people inside the shop were probably partially the reason she couldn’t even secure a Christmas Bucket in the first place.

“So you were trying to buy a Christmas Bucket too?”  

Uo had heard that voice a few more times before. The sing-song voice was playful and almost mocking. As blood rushed into her face, Uo felt her fries almost make it up to her nose. She coughed it out before it could get any further.

“Why are you here?” At first it was a reaction of surprise. As Uo gave him a once over, she noticed the two Christmas buckets of chicken by his side and she ended up having to look away to avoid showing him any anger. She wasn’t supposed to be angry. In fact, she was supposed to be happy since it had been months since their last faithful meeting.

“I saw you back in KFC and I thought you’d be going for the same thing. Tough luck, they’ll probably only do that promo this year. The lines were ridiculous and a little chaotic. Looked like a logistical nightmare to me.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t even know about that.” Uo started to shovel the fries into her mouth, two at a time, a coping mechanism to the added stress of meeting Kureno in the state. “My dad and I would buy KFC for Christmas every year.”

“Yeah, I buy KFC every year too.”

“You don’t look like the type to eat KFC,” She commented. That morning, Kureno was in a polo and dress pants. As she commented that, she became a little more self conscious of the hoodie and the jogging pants she had thrown on that morning.

I’m just going out and down the block for Christmas Chicken. She had assured herself then.

“Is a person supposed to look a certain way to eat KFC?” Kureno asked, looking surprised.

“Maybe.” Uo avoided his gaze. She started to feel guilty as she analyzed her own reasons for asking that. At that point, she had been subconsciously looking for reasons to criticize anyone who had secured a bucket and Kureno had shown up as an easy target. Maybe she had sounded a little too abrasive.

“Then I’ll make sure to change to jogging pants and a hoodie before I eat my fried chicken.” Kureno fished out of one of the buckets for some tissue and grabbed a piece of chicken. “Here, Merry Christmas.”

Uo’s eyes widened at the piece of chicken in front of her. She felt blood rush to her face, possibly from the excitement of being able to eat it while the Christmas decorations were still hanging and the music was still playing. Or possibly from the embarrassment of being so oddly excited by such a small thing.

Kureno’s smile looked innocent. She looked at his face to see that he was at least well intentioned as he held the drumstick out to her. When she focused on the drumstick on hand though, she felt a little peeved at having been reduced to a dog who was thrown a bone. Somehow, Uo’s pride was fighting for control.

“I’ll skip the tradition this year.” Uo turned away from the drumstick that was only a few centimeters from her face already.

Kureno’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? But you had this really cute smile on you. I felt like Santa Claus making a child happy by giving gifts for a good few seconds.”

“Oh, so you think some fried chicken is gonna make me happy?”

“It was all in your face Arisa. Your cheeks were turning red and your eyes got all big when I put the chicken right in front of you.” Kureno pursed his lips, blew his cheeks up and widened his eyes as if to mimic what Uo had looked like a second ago.

Uo looked away, trying to hide both the chuckle that escaped her lips and the fact that she was probably as red as a tomato at that moment. I looked like that? “Well, it’s just fried chicken,” Uo said as soon as she recovered.

“Then I hope you don’t mind me eating it now then. I haven’t had breakfast either.” Kureno brought the drumstick closer to his face and took a big bite.

That was when Uo realized how close they were sitting to each other. From her place on the bench, and from her position, she could hear the familiar and nostalgic crunch as Kureno bit into the skin.”

“KFC really does taste good during Christmas. Kentucky for Christmas. Finger Licking Good.”

“It’s just fried chicken!”

Kureno sighed. “Look you’ve been out since seven looking for chicken, give yourself a break already.” He placed the bucket on her lap. “Just get one.”

“How did you know I was out since seven?”

“Because I saw you in KFC?”

“Which KFC did you see me in?”

Kureno avoided her gaze, only returning the question with an uncomfortable smile.

"Where did you buy your fried chicken?” Uo pressed.

“I bought the last three buckets this morning.”

In the first KFC. She should have known. The bucket was cold to her touch. If he had bought it in the KFC in front of them, it shouldn’t have been that cold.

“So, if you got your chicken already. Then why did you go all the way here?”

“Yeah… It was a stupid decision huh? I ended up just getting further from my house following you. And I don’t think Akito will be too happy when I come home with cold chicken.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“Well, I saw you there. And it was Christmas. And you know how they always say to spend Christmas with someone special. I thought... why not share one meal with someone special at least?”

Kureno took a drumstick from one of the buckets and dropped them on her hands. The chicken was cold, but the texture of the skin was distinct. They had advertised the chicken as having a special mix of spices. Uo’s favorite part had always been the characteristic texture of the chicken skin. She brought it up to her mouth and took a bite. Somehow, she had still found it delicious.

“Isn’t your family special?” Uo asked.

“I did go out to buy fried chicken for them.” Kureno answered. “When I saw you there in the shop though, I thought why not share it with you too.”

It turned out, the chicken didn’t need to be served warm. Her cheeks were hot enough, and Kureno’s smile only warmed up her own body quickly. She didn’t care at all that the chicken had been cold to her lips.

She went through that drumstick quicker than she had wanted to. Having felt a little incomplete from that, Uo found herself going through her fun shots and fries quickly soon after. “Thanks for that.” She managed to say in between bites.

“Thanks for spending the day after Christmas with me.”

Uo did not know how long they were sitting in silence, going through that bucket of chicken.

The ring of the phone came out of nowhere, and to Uo it was almost painful. It stung a bit when she heard him apologize on the phone to Akito, and the way he had quickly gathered his stuff.

“Sorry, looks like Akito’s calling.”

The head of the Soma family. She had remembered Toru explaining that to her just a few months back.

“I’ll see you again soon?” He made a gesture with one hand, sticking his thumb and his pinky out. The universal gesture for a phone. Keep in touch.

He shouldn’t have been able to do that carrying three buckets of chicken. As Uo soon noticed, he had left the two buckets on the bench.

“Hey! You forgot---” Uo quickly grabbed the buckets and took off after him. “Your chicken.” She completed that last sentence as she made her way close enough to grab him.

“Those are for you.”

“For me? What about your family?”

“I only needed one bucket. The only person who will probably be eating the head of the family. All the other Soma’s aren’t spending the day after Christmas with us anyway...” Kureno gave a friendly wave and turned his back to her.  

Wait, so why did you buy three?  Uo didn’t need to ask. As she watched Kureno disappear into the crowds on the busy streets as the rush hour in Japan continued, she only needed to put two and two together.

Well, I saw you there.

You’ve been lining up since 7am.

I bought the last three buckets.

Uo could only curse her slow and emotionally constipated self. Somehow, despite the free fried chicken, Uo felt more frustrated than happy.

I didn’t even get to say thank you… Or Merry Christmas…

She found slight consolation in the fact that it was already the day after Christmas anyway. Maybe it would have been a little weird to greet him a ‘Merry Christmas’ then.

I guess it can wait till next year?

[camillemontespan]

stars [AU. drake walker x MC]

Skinny Cappuccino with an Extra Shot (part one)

Williamsburg (part two)

Here we go, the third and final installment of this AU trilogy!

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @sirbeepsalot @drakesensworld @katedrakeohd @notoriouscs @ritachacha @iplaydrake @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @be-still-my-aching-heart @dcbbw

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Relax. This is just a date. You’ve been on dates before. Granted, never to your date’s work, but hey, first time for everything. She is cool. She’s actually nice, she’s not stuck up, she is gorgeous, why the fuck is she interested in you? Right, breathe. Stop panicking. 

Drake was standing the bottom of her apartment’s stoop, trying to work up the courage to press the buzzer. He wasn’t usually this bad with girls; but something about Camille made him feel nervous, excited, silly. It was a weirdly nice feeling.

Steeling himself, he made his way up the stairs and pressed the buzzer for Apartment 10. The piece of paper beside the number had her last name written in twirly, loopy handwriting. 

The door buzzed him open and he  entered the main foyer. 

He found Apartment 10 and saw that she was standing at the door waiting for him. She was dressed but her hair was wrapped up in a towel. 'I promise I'll be ten minutes,' she told him. She beckoned him inside and led him through to the living room. Drake looked around. Dove grey walls, intricate cornices in the ceiling, wooden floors. It was a classy place. The TV was on, showing a football game - Raiders vs Patriots, Drake could see - and an unopened bottle of beer was placed on the coffee table beside the remote. Camille nodded at the beer and TV. 'Make yourself at home, I'm just going to dry my hair.' Giving him a smile, she padded out of the room and down the hallway.

Drake sat down on the sofa and opened the beer. This was new. Most of the time, his dates would have him standing in the hallway awkwardly. Not Camille. No. She put on the football and had a beer ready.

He looked around the room and began to see little bits of her. The bookcase filled with Austen novels and fashion biographies. The artwork on the walls which looked expensive. The framed photographs on the sideboard which showed her out with friends, on holiday, cuddling an old lady who resembled Camille.

Drake's phone buzzed with a text. Opening it, he saw it was from Leo.

Good luck tonight champ!

Drake grinned despite himself and took a picture of the TV screen and bottle of beer, captioning it : 'She's getting ready, look what she set me up with.' He sent it onto Leo, who texted back instantly.

Dude, marry her or I will.

Drake smirked and put his phone away. He watched the game for a few minutes, looking up when Camille came through.

She was wearing a red silk dress and gold strappy heels. Her hair was tousled around her shoulders and her makeup was smokey. Drake stared at her. 'You look stunning,' he said. Camille blushed and looked at him from under her eyelashes. 'You look pretty handsome yourself.'

Drake shrugged. He had picked out a black suit and tie for the occasion- he never felt comfortable dressed up but as this was a law firms annual party, he figured he had to make an effort. Plus it was Camille.

'Right let's go then!' she said, picking up her clutch bag. Drake followed her and she opened the door, letting him out first. She turned the key in the lock and when she looked up at him to say something, Drake's hand reached up behind her head and he gently pulled her into him. His lips brushed hers softly. He swore Camille sank into the kiss.

When they parted, she was blushing. 'What was that for?'

'I know I'll be wanting to kiss you all night and won't be brave enough to try anything. I was feeling brave then so..'

Camille laughed. 'You don't have to summon courage to kiss me, Drake.'

'Believe me, I do.'

Camille smiled and leaned up to kiss him herself. 'You can kiss me anytime you like, Walker.'

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They hailed a taxi to The Empire. They chatted easily on the way and Drake began to feel himself properly relax now.

The Empire was lit up from the outside. Pink and purple floodlights hit the facade. The words Beaumont Bash 2019 were lit uo against the stone and Drake could hear pulsing music coming from inside. Bouncers were at the door and Camille showed them her staff pass, before telling them that Drake was on the guest list. The bouncers let them inside and Drake whistled when he saw the scenes in front of him.

There were waitresses holding out trays of champagne glasses - their skin was spray painted in pink glitter body spray, as if they were aliens. As Drake and Camille went further into the hotel, they saw lights that looked like glowing planets hanging from the ceiling and the walls were lit up by a galaxy floodlight, making it look like they were in another world.

'Why is a law firm pretending to be in space?' Drake asked her. Camille grinned. 'This is our theme of the year. Beaumont LLP: The Firm of the Future.' We want to dominate the sector and be the law firm that everyone in the world wants to work with.'

'That's a big ambition.'

'You haven't met my boss,' Camille said, 'and speaking of, there he is!'

Drake looked over to see a tall, thin man wearing a purple silk suit. He was talking to some guests and was toasting his glass of champagne against theirs. Drake thought he looked familiar.

Beside him was a younger man, lanky, wearing a blue suit that sparkled. He turned and waved at Camille, rushing over.

'Little Blossom! You're here!' he cried, pulling her into a hug. He saw Drake and offered him a giant smile. 'You must be Drake! Hi, I'm Maxwell!' he thrust out his hand eagerly and Drake shook it.

'Nice to meet you, Maxwell. This is a great party.'

'I know right! I planned it myself! Do you get the theme?!'

'Firm of the Future, I see it,' Drake replied.

Maxwell finger gunned him and winked. 'You betcha. Now, Camille, how about we get a bottle of champagne? It is a free bar after all.'

'I don't think bottles are included in that, Max,' Camille said, raising an eyebrow. Maxwell rolled his eyes. 'For the common people maybe. But for me...,' He gave them both a wink and Drake chuckled. Maxwell led them toward the bar but was stopped by the man in the purple silk suit.

'Maxwell,' he said. He saw Camille and kissed her on both cheeks. 'Darling you look fantastic.. And who is this fine piece you've brought with you? A mid year bonus?'

Drake reddened as the man's eyes roamed Drake. Camille cleared her throat. 'This is Drake, my date. Drake, this is Bertrand Beaumont, the managing partner of Beaumont LLP.'

Drake shook Bertrand's hand. 'Have I seen you on the cover of Time Magazine?' he asked.

Bertrand winked at him. 'Yes, my darling, you have indeed. Pray tell, what do you do? Model? Act? I can see you modelling for an outdoor magazine myself, you are very... rugged.'

'Bertrand, are you hitting on my date right in front of me?' Camille asked, her hand on her hip.

Bernard waved his hand. 'Darling, I flirt with everyone's dates!'

Drake shuffled on his feet and felt Camille take his hand, squeezing it gently. 'Well this one is off limits to you!' she replied. Bertrand pretended to be offended but then kissed her cheek. He looked at Drake. 'She's my best Paralegal,' he told Drake seriously. 'She's a diamond. Now, away and help yourselves to the free bar!'

Camille lead Drake away with Maxwell following. 'So, at work, Bertrand is completely different,' Camille whispered.

'In what way?'

'Everything. His clothes, his mannerisms, his attitude. But when we have a Bash, it's like he's been replaced with this glamorous, fun, kinda pervy guy. It's so weird.'

'Maybe he has a twin?'

'Maybe. All I know is he has a collection of kimonos that are worth more than my rent.'

'How do you know that?' Drake whispered. Camille shot him a mischievous smile. 'They held a bash at their townhouse once. Hana and I went sneaking around, came across his dressing room. Oh my god it was a room of wonders!'

Maxwell asked for a bottle of champagne and three glasses. He handed one to Drake. 'So Camille tells me you make her her morning coffee and you also work in a bar. I tried working in a bar once, I was shit at it. I accidentally charged someone for a bottle of wine when they had actually asked for a glass. Oh dear.' He gave Drake a bashful grin and shrugged.

Drake smiled. 'It's alright, pays the bills you know? What do you at Beaumont LLP?'

'He's the social media superstar!' Camille answered for him. Maxwell bowed. 'I am indeed... A superstar.'

Camille chuckled. 'Seriously, he has that engraved in the sign on his office door.'

'Perks of the job, Little Blossom!' Maxwell turned to Drake. 'Basically, I manage our Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. I live feed our seminars, try and make law actually look interesting instead of full of stuffy old men. It was difficult at first but I discovered that if a post a video of a cute dog every so often, people will follow regardless. People love corgis right now I think.. Guys help me find videos of a corgi.'

Maxwell whipped out his phone and the three of them crowded round it, trying to find YouTube videos of corgis. 'This one's wearing socks!' Camille squealed.

'Yeah but this one is wearing a sombrero!' Drake protested. 'It's called Pablo!'

‘Hey guys, what are you up to?’

They looked up and Drake recognised Camille’s friend who ordered matcha tea at the coffee shop. ‘Hana!’ Camille greeted her, giving her a hug. 

‘Ah Mr Barista Guy!’ Hana said, turning to Drake. Drake smiled and offered his hand to shake hers. ‘Drake Walker, nice to meet you, Hana.’

‘You too! Are you enjoying the party?’

‘Yeah, it’s really cool! Different.. I’ve never been to a shindig like this.’ 

‘Ha, get used to it if you’re going to be dating Camille,’ a familiar redhead said, sidling up to the group. Camille blushed. ‘Hey Olivia. Drake, this is our friend, Olivia.’

Olivia looked at Drake, her nose wrinkled. ‘Barista by day, bartender by night? Charming.’

Drake frowned. He was about to reply when he felt Camille take his hand. ‘Liv, don’t be a bitch,’ she told her. Olivia smirked. Camille turned to Drake.

‘Olivia has a bite but she’s a softie when you get to know her, promise.’

Drake nodded but he felt flat. Looking around the room at the lawyers dressed in their suits and the tinkle of laughter and the sound of champagne flutes being toasted, he felt like a fish out of water. What was he even doing here? He didn’t belong here. He was a barista and a bartender. He was on minimum wage. He had never even had a lawyer before. 

‘Excuse me,’ he said quickly and he turned to leave the room. He felt Camille try to pull him back and say, ‘Drake, please..’ but he shrugged her off. He needed air. Walking with purpose, he strode to the foyer and out of the entrance door. 

The warm New York air hit him and he inhaled, filling his lungs with the city. Looking around, he spotted a taxi and hailed it. He knew it was rude to leave Camille. But he didn’t want to feel inferior; as his mom had told him time and time again, nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent. 

He reached the taxi and pulled open the door.

‘Drake!’

He turned to see Camille running after him. She reached him, panting. ‘Drake, please. Don’t go.’

‘I don’t belong in there, Camille,’ he told her. ‘I’m not a lawyer. I’m not successful, I’m not rich, I’m not anything, okay? Why have you not brought a lawyer as your plus one? You’re wasted being my date. I’m just the guy who makes your morning coffee and works in a dive bar at night.’

He turned to get into the taxi but she pulled him around. He sighed, looking at anywhere but her. Camille reached out and pulled his chin towards her so he was staring into her brown eyes.

‘You’re my date because I like you,’ she told him. ‘I think you’re really interesting and fun and clever and sweet and bonus, insanely goodlooking.’ Drake cast his eyes down, embarrassed, and Camille clicked her fingers. ‘Look at me, Walker.’

He looked at her.

‘You are the best guy in that room,’ she said. ‘I know that we’ve only just met but I know that you are worth way more than all of them combined. I’ve got such a good feeling about you, you know?’

Drake blushed. ‘Montespan..’

‘I’m not asking you to come back in there but I do want to continue our date,’ she told him. ‘So, Drake Walker, what do you say?’

Drake looked at her earnest face. ‘I say the night’s still young.’

‘Correct answer. So, your place or mine?’

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They went back to Camille’s. As soon as they were in the door, she kicked off her heels. ‘I’m going to get changed,’ she told him. ‘There’s beer in the fridge, knock yourself out.’

Drake went through to the kitchen to grab a beer. The fridge was littered with post its - doctors appointment reminders, shopping list, to do lists. A polaroid was stuck up with a magnet of Camille and Hana at a party raising their wine glasses in the air. Drake smiled; he felt like being in her apartment was like being allowed inside Camille’s head. All of these little touches about her laid bare to him. 

He placed a beer on the coffee table for Camille and settled down on the sofa. He turned on the TV and saw that The Sixth Sense was on. 

‘Ahhh I see dead people!’ Camille cried, entering the room. She had changed into denim shorts and a New York Giants jersey which was oversized on her, slipping off her shoulder. Drake felt his jeans tighten and hoped he could get rid of the situation before she sat down beside him. 

She brought over a pizza delivery leaflet and sat down next to him, oblivious to the tent situation. 

‘So, large pizza with like, all the meat?’ she suggested. Drake chuckled. ‘Sounds good to me.’ 

Camille phoned the pizza place and then settled down to watch the film. Drake was painfully aware of how close she was to him. He could smell the coconut scent of her hair. He swallowed and kept his eyes fixed on the TV, not absorbing anything that Haley Joel Osment was saying to Bruce Willis.

Camille stretched her long legs out, crossing her feet on the coffee table. Drake looked at her legs out the corner of his eye but then scolded himself. Stop being a perv.

Drake spent the next thirty minutes in silent torture. He really wanted to hold her close, make a move. But he didn’t want to come across like he was taking advantage. 

The door buzzed and Camille jumped up. She came back with the pizza box and she placed it on the table. They both dug in. Drake turned to say something to Camille about how the twist in the film was so obvious, but chuckled when he saw she had pizza sauce on her cheek. 

‘What? What’s so funny?’ she asked, blushing.

‘You got sauce on your face,’ he told her, smiling. She reached to get at it but missed. Drake shook his head and leaned forward to wipe it off. ‘There, all clean now,’ he said quietly.

Camille’s eyes met his. There was a loaded silence. He cleared his throat and looked away.

‘Drake.’

‘Yeah?’

‘You know you can kiss me whenever you want. I told you that earlier.’

Their eyes were steady on each other. Camille raised an eyebrow, daring him. Fuck it.

Drake bolted forward, his hands reaching out to behind her head and their mouths crashed together. Camille let out a gasp of surprise and Drake felt her smile against his lips. His arms went underneath her legs and he picked her up, throwing her back against the sofa. Camille laughed and Drake grinned, pinning her arms above her head, his body lying along hers. 

‘Tell me if this is too much,’ he whispered.

She smirked. ‘I’m a big girl, Drake.’

Drake kissed her jawline, travelling down to her throat. His hands roamed up under her jersey, feeling her bare skin. Camille reached out to pull her sweater off and Drake watched as she cast it aside. Drake undid her bra in one swift motion, throwing it to the floor, and he closed his eyes when he felt her hands unbutton his shirt and skim across his chest. 

Her legs wrapped around his waist. Drake was still on top of her and he breathed in her scent. They kissed deeper, more desperately now. They reached for each other, Camille unbuckling his belt, her hand reaching down to wrap around him. 

Suddenly, in their hastiness, they rolled off the sofa.

‘Ah!’

Camille was lying on top of Drake. They were lying on the floor and they were staring at each other, holding back laughter.

‘Did I mention that I’m really smooth?’ Drake asked. Camille burst out laughing. ‘I think you can make up for it, Walker.’ 

Drake’s hand reached down to cup her ass and Camille ground her hips into his. Their lips caught and Drake’s fingers tangled in her hair. She let out a groan and tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. Drake unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. She cast them aside, her underwear following.

Drake took a moment to take her in. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered.

Camille blushed. ‘No I’m not..’

‘You really are.’ 

Sitting up, Drake pulled her further into him and her hand guided him to her entrance. He looked into her eyes, saw the desire, and gently he pulled her onto his length. Camille let out a sharp gasp. ‘Fuck, Drake, you’re really big..’

Drake kissed her neck, enjoying the feel of her around him. Their hips began to rock together, steady and fluid. ‘Oh god..’ she breathed.

Drake kissed her mouth fervently. His hands roamed her body, feeling her skin. Camille rode him harder, crying out louder as the movements became more rapid. 

Their eyes met. ‘Make up for not being smooth, Drake,’ she said, her breath hitching. Drake’s eyes bore into hers.

‘Challenge accepted.’

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They spent the rest of the night curled up under a blanket, naked, watching the rest of The Sixth Sense. The pizza box sat in between them; Camille was lying against Drake and he had his arms wrapped around her body.  This was nice. This was cosy.

‘I really want to adopt Haley Joel Osment...’ Camille said. ‘He’s just too precious for this world.’

‘But, Camille..’ Drake said, staring at her in mock horror, ‘he sees dead people!’

Camille giggled and snuggled into him. ‘I would protect him at all costs.’

‘I’m sure you would.’

‘Let me guess..’ she said slowly. ‘You would adopt Bruce Willis, wouldn’t you?’

‘Die Hard Bruce Willis, yeah, why not. He can kill all of my enemies.’

Camille laughed and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.  Drake looked at the clock; it was 1am. ‘So... I should probably head home,’ he said. 

‘Aww but.. we’re having so much fun.’

‘I know. But it’s getting late and you should go to sleep-’

‘Drake, I’m not tired.’

‘No but you will be soon. I should head.’

He stood up. Why was he suddenly being weird? 

Camille frowned. ‘You know, you could stay over.’

‘I don’t want to look like..’

‘Like you’re taking advantage? Drake, you’re like, the most polite guy I know. Trust me, you’re not taking advantage of me.’

He scuffed his foot against the floor. ‘I’m a gentleman.’

‘We’ve already had sex.’

‘A reformed gentleman, then.’

Camille sighed. ‘I told you, I’m a big girl. I’m not expecting a marriage proposal. Maybe just a really nice cappuccino in the morning, okay?’

Drake chuckled. 

‘Drake, stay,’ she said, her face serious. ‘It’s 1am. You can sleep on the sofa if you must but got to say, my bed’s comfier and I’ve just got a new mattress which is like sleeping on a cloud.’

 Drake stared at her. She wasn’t going to give up. ‘Ahh fine, you got me. I’ll stay.’

She grinned at him. ‘Awesome!’

They turned off the TV and lights. Camille guided him to her bedroom. Drake stared at her naked body as she walked down the hall, her hips circling a figure of eight.  

She got under the duvet. Drake followed.

‘Holy shit, this mattress is incredible.’

‘I know right!’ she squealed. 

Drake settled into it and stretched. Camille looked at him mischievously. 

‘Want to test it?’

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As Camille slept, Drake was awake. He lay there looking out of the window, listening to the patter of rain. The moonlight shone in, highlighting Camille’s sleeping figure. She glowed. Drake could hear the sounds of New York, still awake, as always, and he had never felt more content. 

Camille let out a sigh and rolled over into his chest. Drake wrapped his arm around her and listened to her lightly breathing. He wasn’t going to mess this up. This girl, Camille, was perfect. Drake felt like he had to count his lucky stars. He gazed out the window and although he couldn’t see the stars thanks to the city lights, he still thanked the universe, which had seemed to have gifted him this person. Drake closed his eyes and for the first time in a while, he slept peacefully.

[murasaki-murasame]

Thoughts on Fruits Basket 2019 Episode 17: “This Is For Uo-chan!”

At this point it feels like it goes without saying that this episode was incredibly good, but it really was. They took an already great arc from the manga and fleshed it out into something even better.

Thoughts under the cut.

Since this just covers the second half of the whole Uo backstory arc, pretty much everything I said last week still applies, and there’s not really a whole lot of entirely new points for me to even talk about with this episode, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a great episode.

Anyway, this episode specifically adapted the second half of chapter 40, and then all of chapter 41. After the last episode it was pretty clear they weren’t going to try and splice chapter 50 into this arc to introduce Kureno early, and now that this arc’s done I think it was entirely for the best for them to just focus on this arc alone. Even if it makes me kinda unsure how they plan on fitting that chapter into things once season 2 comes around, lol.

Especially with where it looks like season 1 will end, I think people who only watched the 2001 anime and at least have a good memory of it can probably still skip most of this first season if they don’t want to go over the same content again, but at the very least I think everyone owes it to themselves to watch this arc, since the 2001 anime only vaguely touched upon Uo’s backstory in like one scene early on. Similarly, I think anime-only people will also really want to watch Hana’s backstory episode once the reboot gets to it later in this season, but we’ll get to that when it comes. But either way this arc is the best example of how much more content and depth the reboot has compared to the 2001 anime, and why it’d be a bad idea to just entirely skip to season 2 just because you don’t want to rewatch a lot of similar material.

I think this arc in particular shows off how much the people working on this show clearly love the manga and want to do it justice. A lot of what’s been adapted so far is stuff that was already adapted before in the 2001 anime, so the reboot staff’s personal touches on it have been more subtle, but this is basically the first time we’ve gotten a whole arc adapted for the very first time, so you can really get a feel for their vision through it.

One of the things that’s stuck out to me the most about these two episodes is how much detail was put into the background art and scenery. Which has been true for the entire show, but it feels distinctly noticeable in this arc since it has a much darker tone to everything else. All of the moody urban landscapes with dark shadows and artificial lighting and whatnot just look really great, and give so much atmosphere to those scenes. The montage of environmental shots when Uo was thinking to herself about the sort of atmosphere she longs for was also pretty memorable for how atmospheric it was.

On top of the fact that this whole arc is all about developing Uo as a character and making it clear to the audience that this series is an ensemble cast type of thing that cares about all of it’s characters, not just Tohru and the Somas, it’s also been really great, for anime-only people in particular, how this arc has made Kyoko’s presence even more concrete, and her death even more painful. We’ve seen a lot of her thus far through flashbacks, but this is the first time where we also get to know her outside of the context of just being Tohru’s mother, which makes her into even more of a three-dimensional character who the audience can connect with.

It’s one of the big reasons why I think everyone should watch this arc even if they watched the 2001 anime, and also why I’m glad they moved this up a fair bit rather than having it only happen in season 2. It’s good to establish Uo as a character in this first third or so of the story that’s all about character introductions [same for Hana, who’s backstory happened even later than Uo’s, but is seemingly also getting put in this season], but it’s also good to really hammer in early on how big of a deal Kyoko was, and how drastic the impact of her death was. It’s very fitting that they moved this arc to just being a few episodes after the part where they visited her grave.

For better or worse, the 2001 anime didn’t do quite as much to make Kyoko into much more than a ‘dead anime parent’, but the reboot’s really been going all out with her. Most of it’s just a matter of them actually adapting the whole series, and moving some content up from later on, but the original scenes they added early on that gave her more screen-time were also really good.

Even though I already knew what’d happen in this episode from having read the manga, I still ended up being kinda surprised at how much it made me think about the idea of food, and the role it plays in people’s relationships with each other. I think the anime makes it a much more prominent theme in this episode, from that one shot of the muffins Tohru made, to the scene at the end that puts a lot of focus on Uo cooking dinner for her dad. I never really put much thought into it in the manga, but it really struck a chord with me here in the anime.

This might sound like a weird take-away from it, but I think the idea of food as a symbol of love and bonding is overrated and misguided, and in a sense that’s exactly why I really liked how it was handled in this episode.

The part that really got me thinking about it was when Uo was thinking about the atmosphere she wanted, and when she was comparing her home environment to Tohru and Kyoko. Specifically, the part where she was thinking about how even if her father made her dinner, she still wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, even though logically there should be no difference between her father making food for her, and Kyoko and Tohru making food for her.

It’s actually something that I’ve thought about a lot in the context of my own life, specifically in terms of my very different relationships with my parents. I often felt kind of guilty and strange about how I enjoyed eating food at home with my mother more than I ever did when I was visiting my father. The funny thing is, I don’t even eat dinner as a family with my mother and the rest of my immediate family. That’s only ever been something I’ve done with my father’s side of the family. So I’ve always thought that I should enjoy that sort of family bonding more than I actually did, since everyone treats it as the pinnacle of familial bonding and how family members express their love.

But the thing is that the food is only as important as the actual relationship that it’s a part of. It can’t be a good symbol of love if the environment surrounding it isn’t good. It’s not even like food is the only thing that families can bond over and express love through.

So I really relate to Uo’s frustration and confusion about why she feels so differently about Kyoko and Tohru’s household and what they provide her compared to her father. No amount of home-cooked meals were going to mend her relationship with her father and make the entire home environment less toxic and stifling for her. And Kyoko and Tohru didn’t even need to give her meals to make her feel loved. What she wanted most of all was just love, understanding, and human connection, and that was the actual main difference between the two families.

It’s not like this was even a major theme in the episode, but I thought it was really interesting, especially since it only really came across to me now through this adaptation. It’s mostly just a small detail that I personally relate to a lot, and it makes me really empathize with Uo and the way in which she comes to understand what it is that she really wants from a family.

I wasn’t even expecting to make a whole effort-post about this sort of topic of all things, but here we are, lol.

Anyway, before I forget, I also wanna say that I also loved this week’s post-credits scene just as much as last week’s one. I’m gonna be kinda sad if these delinquent girls never show up again. I mean, I know that even in the manga there’s one scene later on where they show up, but still. The anime’s making them way more fun and memorable. That final shot of the main girl wearing an Uo cosplay and the screen going greyscale as her wig starts to slide off was amazing. It really feels like having such comedic post-credits scenes should feel more jarring after how dramatic this arc was, but it really works.

That’s about it for this episode, and it looks like as we all expected, the next episode will be Kisa’s intro. I’m pretty excited for it, even though I’ve never had strong feelings for her as a character one way or another.

We also got a trailer recently for the second half of season 1, and oh boy I sure can’t wait to die and be dead when we get to the Kyo arc :))))

[fr0gheart]

met gala

summary: you and shawn at the met gala!

authors note: i based this on last years met because I wanted to have this uo by the actual day of the met gala! this was really fun to make ill call this a blurb even thought its about a 1000 words. also this was my first time EVER writing smut so i really hope i executed it correctly? and as always enjoy!!

warning: little panic attack, smut, bit of swearing, spanking? , hair pulling,unprotected sex, oral sex(female receiving)

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The flashing lights of the cameras blinded you as you put a short smile on your face posing for the camera. With your experience in modeling you knew just how to woo the paparazzi. They kept yelling at you from different directions as you made your way down the carpet

' Y/N turn around '

' Give us a side angle'

' Pose with Shawn '

The loud voices were messing with your head but when you heard the last one you hesitated. You and Shawn had decided to take a break because his tour was putting a strain on your relationship and he only wanted you to be happy. What he did was selfish and unforgivable so when you heard his name uttered from a photographer, you couldn't help but frown.

The cameras noticed your slip up and kept screaming rumors in your direction.

' Are you broken up? '

' Did he cheat? '

You could feel the tears starting to prick your eyes. You tried wiping your palms on your dress but it was no use, everything you were trying just wasn't working. Suddenly the Vera Wang dress you were in was too tight and you couldn't breathe. What made you feel beautiful was now your worst enemy. The flashes only got worse as you tried to shield your eyes. You were looking for someone anyone to help you then suddenly you locked eyes with someone.

It was him.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him finish up his interview quickly rushing over to you. You knew that red carpet time was almost over.

15 minutes.

15 more minutes.

15 more long excruciating minutes.

The time kept lingering in your head. You tried your best to smile for the cameras but you kept coming up short. Then suddenly you felt a hand on the small of your back. The feeling being so familiar. He smiled for the cameras as you kept a forced smirk on your lips, knowing the media would twist this into some kind of story. He leaned closer lips brushing against your ear, to say you didn’t miss this would be a lie. A bold white lie

‘ Smile for me, We’re almost done yeah? ‘ he whispered.

You gave a little nod as he went to smile brightly. You were so grateful for him being your shining armor, but you couldn’t help think about your feelings. You understood why Shawn broke up with you but now the love that you felt for him washed back into your heart. Acting normal with him was something you could not do. Now giving your biggest smile was the least of your priorities.

He could sense how you tensed up and his only priority at the moment was leading you off the carpet. You understood what he was doing and you turned away following him as he led you inside.

‘ Thank you for that out there ‘ you whispered staring at his green orbs which were looking at you worriedly.

‘ No problem Y/N. I’ll always be here for you ‘ he reassured hands still on my waist.

He kept staring longingly into your eyes. You felt the need to pull away but you didn’t know what was going. He kept leaning until something in your brain switched.

‘ He left you ‘

You pulled away as he looked at you confused.

‘I can’t do this‘you confessed.’This. Us.’ you breathed out trying to regain your thoughts. Your legs couldn’t move so you were left uttering the words that you never wanted to admit to him.

‘ You didn’t fight for our relationship. You left.’ you sighed. Finally feeling ,movement in your legs as you left the scene making your way to the main exhibit.

You were happy the cameras were not allowed to enter because all you wanted was to relax and enjoy your evening after the events that had happened earlier.

You found your seat between Blake Lively and Priyanka Chopra. The table you were at was lively and bustling with chatter. You would occasionally add in a laugh as to not seem rude. You had been known to be the life of the party but you decided to leave the drinks till the after party, trying to stay classy for the world’s most renowned fashion event.

-

The night droned on. What was supposed to one of the biggest nights of your life was disrupted by a boy. Not just any boy.

The Shawn Mendes.

In the car to the after party you stripped your angelic gown to a little black dress leaving enough space for you to dance. The plan was to get absolutely wasted to try and salvage the night.

When you got to the venue it was already packed with celebrities. By the looks of them they had already been on their third round of shots. You shrugged rushing to the bar to catch up for all the drinks you’d missed.

A groggy voice came into your ear.

‘ I think you should slow down ‘

You rolled your eyes staring into the eyes of your next lover. You rolled your eyes and turned around downing yet another drink as you made your way to the dance floor. Rake it Up came through the speakers as you danced with Kendall Jenner letting the alcohol run through your veins.

‘ We’re going to go take our bathroom picture! Coming? ‘ she yelled into your hair as you grabbed your hand and made your way to the bathroom. The lights suddenly came on being too bright. You were placed between Frank Ocean and Diddy The horde of friends and strangers crowded in front of the mirror trying to find their angles as Kylie took the photo. After you spotted Bella holding a joint and you took a few drags before making your way outside.

The bass hit you as you started to grind on a stranger. You let the music wash over you as you cleared your head. The buzz of the joint finally enhancing your experience. You felt someone grab you off the dance floor leading you both into a dim area.

‘ I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left you, that I didn’t fight for us. I still love you. I will never stop loving you.’ the man said pleading.’ I miss you so fucking much’

You knew who the person was. You didn’t know what came over you but you grabbed his head leaning him into you smashing your lips together.

He was surprised at first but he quickly clutched your waist in his hands opening the door behind you to lead you into a private room.

The kiss got deeper as his hands found their way to your zipper.

He broke the kiss to pull your dress off revealing you in no bra and a thong barely covering your clit.

‘Fuck’ he breathed out pushibg you back against the couch.

He took off his shirt to reveal his abs, he slowly removed the black jeans hanging on his thigh e=leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer. His bulg tenting in his pants.

You took off your thong, slowly starting to play with your clit as you marveled on the sight in front of you.

He whispered in your ear. ‘ No touching ‘

As he replace your hand with his hand. His long digits began to stroke your clit. You let out a soft whimper. Then suddenly he inserted to two long digits into you pumping at your entrance. You let out a loud moan as he sat up going to kiss you.

He trailed his lips from your boobs to your clit. Fanning a hot breath over it as he began to suck on the skin. You weren thrashing under his hold as he began to lap at your clit like it was his last meal. He continued to pump his fingers into yu quickly adding his tongue as they all roamed your hidden territory.

You tugged on his brown curls. Letting out a moan. ‘ I’m so close’ 

He began sucking harder as your orgasm rode out. You were seeing stars as he kept pumping trying to milk you for what it’s worth. He lapped at your orgasm before coming up to kiss you. Trying to get you to taste your sweet core.

He took off his boxers pumping his shaft befroe he aligned it at your entrance. He look up at you before asking,

‘ Do you want this? ‘ 

You kissed him but he pulled away.

‘ I need to hear it babe ‘ he grunted.

‘ Yes, Yeah need to feel all of you.’ you breathed out him inching his cock into your pussy. You moaned out from the pleasure you were feeling.

Finally his entire cock his entire cokc was buried into your tight pussy. You started grinding you hips on him

‘ Please move ‘ you whimpered. He grabbed your hip pulling out his shaft and shoving it back into you harshly.

He kept thrusting pumping his cock into you as he held onto your boob for balance. You kept pulsating around him as the feeling of him became too much. Before yiu could say anything your second orgasm of the night overtook you like an avalanche. His following shortly after as he struggled to hold it in. His seed burst inside you, filling up your pussy.

You both lay on the couch naked bodies pressed against each other. 

‘ Shawn?’ you panted out trying to find out if he was still awake or not. 

‘ Yeah’ he breathed out his chest rising up and down.

‘ I love you ‘ you whispered you both falling into a serene state of silence.

feedback is appreaciated!!

[jeagerism]

You're Everything (p.p.)

Author : @dej_okay

Word Count : 2.4k +

Warnings : like two swear words, fluffff, like 2% angst, cute peter when isn't he cute though

Author's Note :  Thank you to some of my biggest inspirations @hufflepuffholland @babyparker and @parkerroos and @sam-a-holland and @rileywrites-parker

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Tags : @tiny-friggin-human

Day One

Peter Parker was on top of the world.

The smile framing his baby face hadn't left all day.

And it was because of her.

How had he managed to score a date with her, of all people. Her. She made him so happy, and she didn't even try.

Peter was awkward, so awkward he had trouble answering questions in class. What made him so appealing to her? However, it wasn't a shock that she'd caught his eye.

She was everything.

The perfect girl. She was smart, and independent. She never took anybody's shit. And she was beautiful. He loved her eyes. Her eyes reminded him of every thing right in this world. Of every thing good, and just.

She was everything. Everything.

"Parker?"

She was there, beside him, that smile cheesing straight at him. She was there. So close that he could tilt his head and smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. Oh god, he thought, she's actually here.

He smiled, shy, a tight lipped one, trying to control that overwhelming feeling of happiness inside of him. And oh gosh, she's here.

-

Day Twenty-four

Here they were again. Together, crisp, cool air of autumn blowing through the cracked window in her living room. The warm material of her leg seeping through her leggings and over to his own leg, warming his whole body.

How did he tell her how much he loved this?

"Peter!"

He grinned, and glanced down, her hand gripping his arm, eyes trained on the television, the scene happening in front of her obviously an entertaining one.

God, you're pretty.

His hand reached down, biting his lip, fingers reaching for the unoccupied hand that was clenching his forearm tighter, itching to feel her palm against his.

The edge of his fingertips skimmed hers, and her gaze snapped down, then up to his.

"Were you...were you trying to hold my hand?" She smiled, clearly amused.

His eyes widened, like a deer caught in headlights. "What? N-No! I was reaching for the, uh - popcorn!" Her amused glare gestured to the empty popcorn bowl. He felt his cheeks begin to burn, his face resembling that of a burnt tomato.

"You're cute", she mumbled. What should he do? Should he lay down? Pray? Scream? He looked distressed, like he couldn't decide what to think.

He felt her slide the palm of her hand over his, fingers crossed between his own. He smiled, a big, dorky, boyish smile.

Peter obliterated.

Day Thirty-Nine

He hadn't kissed his everything yet.

Peter thinks that it's partially his fault, because of how nervous and giddy he got around her, he forgot to kiss the lips he'd been waiting to kiss.

He could kiss her now.

As she was hovered over a couple text books, hair pushed out of her face. One of his punny tee shirts sagging on her figure because of how much taller he was than her.

She's so cute.

Peter thought about kissing her all the time. But he never took the risk.

So that's what he did.

He sat up, feet nearly drowned out by sweatpants his aunt had bought way too big padding across the floor, over to her place on his carpeted floor. She looked up at him with an angelic smile right as he bent down, grabbed her face, and pulled her lips to hers.

She was shocked, he could tell. He could tell her eyes were still open wide, and she wasn't kissing him back. Oh god, he thought. Did I move too fast? But then her lips started moving against his, her hands combing into his hair, clinging onto him.

He smiled into the kiss, and when they both pulled away, he heard her speak.

"Wow."

He chuckled, and pressed a few more kisses to her lips. "Yeah", he agreed, "Wow."

His everything was wow.

Day Fourty-Four

She was his light.

He thinks he realised this on their third date.

She was glowing, cheekbones swelling with happiness, eyes shining with him in their irises, that smile staring back at him, the feeling of her with him making him feel like the best thing, the only thing that mattered.

She was the only thing that mattered.

"Have I told you recently how painfully beautiful you are?" She flushed at his words.

"No", she spoke, soft voice coming into the loudness around them, "care to remind me?"

He pulled her closer, a boost of confidence shooting through his veins. "You're..." He strugged to find the right words to describe her, to describe his everything.

"You're the sun", he murmured, "you're the universe. My own personal little ray of sunshine."

She reached for the mug of hot cocoa on the diner table, wanting the sweet drink to hide her even sweeter smile.

That smile made everything worth it.

-

Day Sixty-Three

He lived for her.

He was positive he was one of the strongest teenagers in the world, and nothing could bring him to his knees like she could.

Everything was perfect.

She was perfect.

Peter looked forward to the kisses on the cheek he would get every morning, followed by her timid voice speaking out a small, "Good morning, Peter." He got used to afternoons spent at the cafe on 31st drinking hot chocolate and watching the way the wind flushed her cheeks for her.

He got used to her.

She was truly becoming everything.

He never went a day without seeing her, without seeing one of the only things that kept him whole. With his happiness, with his everything.

When he started disappearing during school and cancelling their dates, he knew she was hurt. And god, it broke him. He didn't like seeing her upset, it was his job to cheer her up, to make her smile shine bright everyday.

She was headstrong, though, and Peter knew she would end up confronting him.

So when she did, he wasn't really surprised.

Why didn't he just tell her? As she stood there, a look of pure hurt framing her features, he was lost in thought. He trusted her, he trusted her with his life. So why not trust her with his biggest secret?

"-and it really sucks, Parker, because I really like yo-"

"I'm Spider-Man."

That made her go silent, eyes widening. "What?" She seemed to think it over before she spoke again. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" That made Peter chuckle.

"Because I...I never planned on you. I already put everyone I love in danger if they know, I wouldn't...I didn't want you to be taken away from me." He glanced down, a humourless chuckle falling from his lips.

"And after all the broken bones and bruised fists, tussles with bad guys wrecking havoc on the world, who would've thought that my hardest fight would be you?" The feeling of hands grasping his made a smile dance on his lips.

"Peter...I know, okay? But pushing me away isn't going to do anything, it's just going to make me want you more." She gave him a small grin. "It's not going to do anything to lessen my adoration for you."

She was everything.

Day Ninety-Nine

Without her, he was nothing.

Peter Parker had been searching for ways to tell her, tell his sunshine, his darling, his everything, that he loved her. Peter had never said the "L Word" to anyone. But then again he had never felt this strongly for anyone else.

"Be careful", she mumbled, watching as he pressed the emblem on the middle of his chest to make the spandex material to fit his build.

"I always am."

"False. That is a lie, Parker."

"Well...I always come back to you, don't I?"

He saw her chest rise and fall with a sigh. "I worry about you."

"As you should", he joked, "concern is expected when your beloved and courageous so puts himself in danger." He knew that did nothing to get rid of her worry, and he grabbed her hand in a soothing gesture.

"Hey", he called softly, comfortingly, "I'll be careful, okay? I promise." He left a quick kiss on her knuckles before he let their hands disconnect, and he shot her a wink and his infamous dazzling grin, before he pulled the mask over his head, and swung away from the brick building.

As Peter worked his arms in the air, the familiar sound of webshooters in his ears, he wondered how he'd tell her. Would he make a big grand gesture? Would he whisper it in her ear when he saw her in the halls the next morning?

What would he do?

How was he going to express his love to his everything?

Day One Hundred

His everything was in front of him.

Now was his chance.

"Ow!", he winced, hands shooting uo to grasp her own, that were dabbing disinfectant onto the scrapes and cuts dotting his chest. "That hurt."

She confessed a sorry from her sweet lips, eyes wide with concern. "Maybe if you were careful like you promised", she chided, and she meant it in a teasing way, but their was warning behind her words.

"Yeah, yeah", he said.

"I'm serious, Peter. What if one day you don't come back?" She swallowed, and let out a shaky breath. "I'm always so scared that one day you won't come back. A-And I'm gonna have to find out on the news that you're just...gone, and then I wouldn't know what to do, or...I wouldn't be able to live-"

"I love you", he rushed out. She paused, lips parted, shaping around a word she was interrupted in saying.

His shoulders raised in a half hearted shrug, and he smiled. How could he not fall in love with the one person that made Peter Parker feel like Peter Parker? "Duh", he mumbled jokingly.

"Why?"

He frowned, not liking the way she was staring at him like he'd made the biggest mistake in the world. Maybe I did, he thought, maybe she's going to destroy me. But he wouldn't want to be destroyed by anyone else, now would he?

"Because you're you. You're Y/N. You can't whistle, or multi-task. You peel the crust off of the side of the sandwich you take the first bite out of, but you eat the rest of the crust just fine. You like the smell of rain. You watch Supernatural like it's a lifestyle-"

"It is a lifestyle-"

"You're you, Y/N, and I fell in love with you!" Peter's chest was heaving, the word vomit he just suffered taking a toll on him. "I love you." She looked down at her sock clad feet, and when she looked back up, he saw everything.

She didn't need to say anything for him to tell that she felt the same.

Maybe she's going to destroy me, he thought again, maybe she's going to destroy me in the best way.

His everything loved him back.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Six

How had he managed to have everything?

He loved the way the lights in the gym, blue and gold and white, reflected off her skin, off of the dress she wore, the dress she looked so beautiful in, so everything.

He loved the way she smiled at him from across the room, the chatter of students and the boom of music from speakers nothing compared to his heart beating when he saw her.

He loved her.

Fuck, he loved her so much.

He admired her as she laughed at something Michelle said, ears catching the change of a fast paced song with absolutely no way in deciphering the lyrics to a slow one, calming and soft.

And he was off, walking across the gym to her, looking at her, starstruck. "Mind if I steal her away for a minute?" Michelle raised her hands, dismissing it as she turned to grab more punch, which was most likely spiked.

Peter took her hand, and tugged her with him, to the middle of the floor. "May I have this dance?" She giggled, and he was estatic that he was the cause.

"I can't dance!"

"Well neither can I." A lie. Peter had begged Aunt May to teach him how to dance, since he'd forgotten since the last homecoming dance. At least he'd get to enjoy this one.

"Peter", she whined. He smiled, and placed both hands on her waist, lifting her slightly, laughing at the squeal that left her, and setting her down on his feet. He guided one of her hands to his shoulder, and the other he held in his own.

Peter began to sway back and forth, and a content sigh left him. "I love you", she confessed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She kept her eyes on him, fingers digging gently into the material of his suit.

"I love you." Her nose crinkled.

"You never say 'I love you too'", she said, "why?"

He paused before answering. "Saying 'I love you too' makes it seem like I only love you when you love me. And I don't, I love you all the time."

"Take me away", she blurted.

Peter Parker was happy to do that. He took her back to the very top of the building, where the stars almost shined brighter than her smile, but not quite. He guided her near the edge, where they looked down at the entire town, on top of the world.

His hands were shaking, reaching back into his pocket to pull out a little velvet box. "Y-Y/N?" He sank down to one knee, and god, she had finally brought him down to his knees for good.

She turned, and backed up a little, and he felt his heart jump, greatful that there was a rail to hold her up. "Peter?" She let out a breath.

"I-I'm not proposing, not yet at least, Mr. Stark only pays me n-nine bucks an hour, b-but-", he wet his lips, and closed his eyes, "this is a promise ring...a-and I'm not good at speaches, so...I uh..." He took the ring out, the small ruby resting on it, that flinted snd flirted with their eyes, something for his everything.

He held his hand out, and waited.

She reached her own shaking limb out, and allowed him to slide the jewelry onto her finger. She laughed, that laugh lifting a weight off of his chest.

How had he managed to have everything?

How had he managed to have her everything?

God, he loved her.

[ghost1643]

Hogwash-idea

(So since JK Rowling is asking like a trash again, I figured I’d posted the Hogwarts story idea I wrote when I was in middle school baed off of a tumblr idea about a few ideas a read on tumblr, mainly one about a Muslim student at Hogwarts, which happens to be Alma but, I never learned enough about the religion to feel like I could write it even remotely correctly.)

And pleas let me say that I also had plans to add two gay couples (one was two boys, one from Spanish boy from Slithern named Cole and one was from Raven claw, was an African American named Jack) (other couple was to girls, one named Oliva and was from raven claw and one was Abbigail who comes uo later in this rant part) a bisexual boy named Eric from hufflepuff puff ti the group and a trans griffindor girl, name Abbigal, who was supposed to have freckles and always wear pink just b/c she likes it.)

Year one, day zero

It was a normal day at platform 9 3/4. Wizard and muggle parents were hugging their children goodbye before they left. One family had a young eleven year old who was trying to escape his mother's grip.

Graham's mother was hugging him to death while giving him kisses. Each time she would kiss his blushing cheeks red lip stick stain in her lips place. Meanwhile behind his mother, his father was holding back a stiff laugh while his little sister hugged his legs tightly. Meanwhile his grandfather just watched from a distance with a look of disgust on his face as he saw muggles walk by. Each one of these family members had bright blond hair so, it was easy to tell who was related.

"Ma, stop it. You're embarrassing me!" Graham complained. His mother kept hugging him to death. Like always her long blond hair flew in the wind with ever move she took. As for her black dress, it went to the floor, covered her arms completely and had a red belt to it. She also had a grey cape over her back.

Meanwhile his little sister Tulip whipped her running nose on his black pant leg. She was wearing the same perfect red puff dress as always. Her hair was always in perfect curls too. The young six year old girl always found a way to look as cute as possible. Even while crying her eyes out.

"Melissa, we have to let him go. Even his owl is getting impatient." His father chuckled. Graham's mother let another snuffle escape her mouth as she let go of her baby boy. Tulip copied her mother but, ended up hugging her mom's legs instead.

"I know but, I can't help it. It feels like just yesterday I was holding him in my arms and now he's off to Hogwarts." Melissa sobbed looking at her young son. Her dark brown eyes were filled with almost as much tears that were in her daughter's brown eyes. She pushed her hands through her son's blond hair with a sad smile. Graham reached up  and held his mothers hand.

"Mom, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be just fine." Graham smiled. His mother gave him another sad smile before she walked over to her husband. She some how had escaped her daughter's grip. Which was probably why she was back to hugging his legs while crying.

"Tulip, I gotta go." Graham smiled as he messed with his sister's perfect hair. She looked up with big tears in her eyes.

"Don't forget about me." She begged as she finally let go.

"How can I forget my favourite flower?" Graham asked as he put his left hand back on his suit cases. Meanwhile the snowy owl that had been walking back in forth on it's cage was now trying to find a way out. The cage began rocking back and forth while sitting on top of his suit cases.

Graham just sighed as he began to walk into a large train that had just pulled up to the station. Meanwhile his crying mother and sister were hugging his father to death. Yet, his grandfather raced over and pulled him into a hug. Graham froze before hugged him back. His grandfather usually was never like this. Not even at his great uncles funeral.

"Stay away from mudbloods. They don't deserve to be with us today." His grandfather whispered in his ear. Graham sighed. Wizards born by normal non magic users were known as his grandfather's worst enemy. In fact, there were rumours going around his home that he killed two muggle children at a beach and was never charged.

Graham preyed that those weren't true. Yet, he knew there was a chance that this happened. After all his grandfather talked about being a death eater at house parties at their place. Were they true? Only his grandfather knew.

"I will." Graham lied. His grandfather pulled away with a Saturn smile on his face.

"Good." His grandfather stated as a loud whistle rung out from the train behind them. Quickly he turned his back and hurried into the train. A few more children ran in after him. You could hear them laughing an stalking with each other. Then everyone ran to the windows as the train began moving.

Graham hung out an opened window. His little sister, mother and father were waving goodbye from where they stood. That is until his sister as well as his mother chased the train with tear running down their faces. He waved goodbye whole yelling,

"See you all this Christmas!"

The he turned around to see six children staring at him. Quickly they all turned around but, he knew why they were staring.

(Sorry text is stuck like this for some reason now)

He was apparently related to a death eater. It was like a sort of disease at this school. Everyone hated them. They did kill a lot of people though. Like thousands of non-magic users and magic users. Thousands of families were ripped apart before the dark lords defeat in 1999. Yet, it was 2017 and no was one was over it. No one would ever be over it. There were even rumours of the dark lords child being around. So, every child was ready to turn on a slitherin or others if needed.

Graham quickly ran down a hallway looking for an open compartment. The first one he saw was full of ravenclaw second years. As for the second one, it was full of fifth slitherins. Now the third was full of fourth year griffindors. Then as you could guess, the fifth was full of third year hufflepuffs. After that when ever he would look in a compartment  someone would close the door quickly. That is until, he entered a compartment with a brown haired girl in current world muggle clothing.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked. The young girl's bright brown eyes drifted from the window to him. Looking in them made him think of the best hot chocolate ever. Her eyes also made his heart speed up a bit.

"Nope. It probably won't be either unless you sit in it." She stated. Her voice was high pitched but, had a sort of tone that made it sound like she was singing a beautiful medley. It also lacked the same accent that everyone around him spoke. This some how made her more unique in his eye.

Graham sat down next to the strange girl. She was wearing a weird hoodie that was rainbow coloured with a symbols that read "nike". Graham assumed that 'Nike' was some sort of secret muggle club. She also appeared to be wearing long blue pants with rips in them. Which also look a little weird to him. There was also a golden heart necklace around her neck.

"I'm Graham by the way." He smiled as he extended his hand. A tiny cute smile spread across her large pink lips.

"I'm Melody. And if you don't mind me asking, what the fresh heck are you wearing?" She asked looking at his outfit. Graham was wearing a green fancy robe that had a black gem stone right under his neck. He kinda looked like he was a vampire or something. Or at least to Melody it did. Maybe she should stop watching monster movies with her family.

"It's a robe. A very fancy expensive one. Plus, I wanted to know what are you wearing?" He asked.

"This is common non-mag, I mean muggle clothes. What? Never seen a muggle born before?" Melody asked with a smirk. Wait, this girl was a muggle born? He had never seen one this up close before. Especially one who knew about the wizarding world.

"Your a muggle born? What's life like for you? No wait, is it true you have some sort of machine to wash dishes for you that can't use magic? Is it also true you have a machine to wash clothes? Is it true that ghost can talk to muggle too? What's your house like? I bet it's tiny! Oh do you have a pet? Not like a magic pet but, a normal pet that cane be handled by muggles. Is it true that you can adopt a large dog and have it be a hard dog for you? What's this LGBTQ I heard about?" Graham asked over 21 questions after these. Melody just felt her face heat up a bit until he stopped talking. After words a tiny bit of laughter filled the room. It was one of the prettiest things Graham had ever heard.

"You've never meet a muggle or muggle born before have you?" She asked. Graham shook his head no. With a smile she began to explain all of these things as the train continued down the track.

Eventually the two twelve year olds bought candies. Oka, Graham went to guy the candies then heard Melody stomach rumble. Then he found out she didn't have any money, just a couple sandwiches. Which she searched for and couldn't find. So he bought candies for them to split. What kinds? Well he got chocolate frogs, jelly slugs, Bertie Bott's every flavour jelly beans, acid pops, ice mice and fizzing whizbees. All of which Melody loved.

The two began joking around while, eating wizard candy until Graham put a single yellow jelly in his mouth. Then he had a look of disgust fell across his face. Quickly he stuck his younger out and tried to look for a place to spit it out. He raced around their art until a laughing Melody opened a window. He spit that out the window before she could say anything.

"W-what flavour was that?" Melody asked through a lot of laughter. Graham whipped his tongue on his hand once. Then he realized that the taste was still there. So he did it again. And again. And again. He ended up doing this 15 times before the taste was gone. While he did this Melody continued to laugh her butt off.

"Vomit. It was vomit flavoured." Graham stated. Melody laughed before saying one thing.

"This is going to be the best school ever."

~time skip~

The large sorting hat was placed on top of Melody's long brown hair. She looked as nervous as everyone else did. Yet, she didn't whisper which house she wanted to be in or not be in like everyone else now a days. Nope. She just kept whispering,

"Please let me have friends where ever I go for once."

She just kept repeating it over again and again. That is until five seconds later when everyone heard it say something. Which was...

"Hufflepuff."

Graham felt his face fall from where he was sitting. He had kinds hoped that Melody got sorted into Slytherin with him. Not so she could be the fist muggle born in there. Nope. So he could be friends with a non rich kid. Yet, this didn't mean they still couldn't talk.

Soon Graham found him self sleepily walking to the dungeon to the Slytherin dorm room. He rubbed the sleep out of his blue eyes as the people around him were laughing and talking. They had tried to avoid him. These kids seemed to hate him too. Who knows why!

"This year the password is mudblood." The perfect let out a crew smiled. Graham felt his face fall. He wasn't going to say that word daily just to go in his room. Nope! He would rather sleep in the hallway. So would two other Slytherin. Which they would end up doing in exact two days.

~~~~~~~…~💜~~~~~

Year one, day one

Character based on this head canon.

Graham could feel his eyes bulge out of his head as he saw a fimilar brunette race across the room to the ravenclaw dining table. Students were supposed to sit with their houses while eating. Not other houses. Yet, he soon realized she was talking to a girl with olive skin wearing a blue scarf over her head. The young girl she was talking to was sitting all alone at the end of the table. Which was probably why Melody was able to get to that seat quickly.

The two girl's laughed a bit as the scarf girl ate vegetables. Which seemed to be the only thing on her plate. The scarf girl's brown eyes seemed to be filled with as much joy as ever as she seemed to tell a joke. He only assumed it was a joke since it made Melody laugh so hard she snorted.

Then they seemed to talk about something else. Something Melody said made the scarf girl look that way. Her dark brown eyes were confused before she turned to Melody. Graham's face heated up as he saw this scarf girl saying something to her while pointing her long olive fingers at him. Melody's brown eyes flew over to him. A large smile spread across her face as she waved him over. Meanwhile scarf girl giggled a bit.

Graham looked to his left. Then his right. Afterwords the large table where the teachers ate. Luckily the teachers were all to gust talking to notice the hufflepuff sitting with a ravenclaw. Then there was also the fact that no one at this table would ever listen to him. He was really bored at this table anyways.

So he made a mad dash over to that table. Somehow he got over to the seat in front of the two girl's without being seen. Both girl's giggled a bit seeing the look of fear on his face. Plus his hair was a mess. Quickly he ran his hand through his hair before smiling back. Hopefully it was back to normal.

"Hi. I'm Graham." He smiled. The scarf girl giggled the same time Melody laughed. They both had large smiles on their face.

"Graham this is my friend, Almas." Melody smiled. Graham smiled as he extended a hand to her.

"It's nice to meet you Graham. Melody talks about you a lot." Alma smiled. She had a accent he had heard before. It was a nice accent. A beautiful one but, not as beautiful as Melody's voice all together.

"Nice go meet you Almas." Graham smiled. Almas looked at him for a moment before a large smile spread across her face.

"You know, you are unlike any other Slytherin I meet here so far." Almas stated as she ate a fork of vegetables. Graham sighed. That would make sense. Other Slitherns weren't exactly the make friends kind of people. They preferred to stay together like a wolf pack so that no one would judge them. It seemed to be the only thing anyone did any more.

"I know, I am the most handsome boy in the house." Graham smiled leaning back in his seat and holding his leg in the air in a bit. All while making something called 'duck lips' that Melody said models in the muggle world used. Both girl's giggled while looking at each other.

"I don't know about that." Almas smiled. Graham sat up straight before putting on a a fake pouting look on his face. This just made both girl's giggle again. Which in Graham's defence was his plan.

"but, you're the only one who has actually talked to me in your house and mine." Almas sighed. Graham could feel his face scrunch up. No one had talked to her? Why? She looked like any other kid here. So, why had no one talked to her yet?

"Like I said Almas, if you want I could always make them talk to you." Melody stated looking at her. Almas sighed.

"I know you can but, I still I just want one person in this house to talk to me on their own will. Not because they're forced to be my potions partner." Almas stated again.

"How many times do I have to tell you, that's not the reasons I talked to you for." Melody sighed. Graham looked at Almas again. Why would no one talk to her?

"If it helps, Melody talks to everyone. She likes everyone." Graham explained. Almas's eyes lit up as a tiny smile spread across her face. Meanwhile Graham was now frowning. Did she really think Melody didn't like her?

"I would never have suspected that." Almas smirked as she ate another bite of her supper. Melody rolled her eyes.

"I told you. Now, let's get back to the topic we were talking about before hand. Graham?" Melody asked. Graham jumped a bit hearing Melody say his name. Almas now had a larger smile on her face. Almost as if she knew something was there. Something that Melody wouldn't admit was ever there.

"Yeah?" Graham asked.

"Would you tell Almas that anime isn't all blood and guts! She's only heard of one and now she think all anime are bloody!" Melody complained throwing her hands up in the air. Graham stared at her for a moment.

"What the bloody hell is anime?" Graham asked. Melody's jaw dropped.

"You both have much to learn my apprentices. So much to learn." Melody explained.

[daydreaming-oneshots]

The fucking date Pt. 2

A/N As you ladies know, my partner and I have been MIA for quite some time now and I just wanted to jump back in the game for a bit. I really miss writing here and expressing my hidden thoughts in general. I reread a few one shots to give myself a few ideas on where to pick uo at. This was the first one shot that I ever wrote on this particular blog so I figured why not continue where I started from! Enjoy my LT ladies. (Btw I got married in May whoop whoop!!!)

“Hey babe!” Larry’s voice sang through the other end of the reciever. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I knooow.” Mya whined from her end. “I can’t believe it’s been almost 3 years- and you know you can’t really call me babe anymore, right?” She listened as he let out a small chuckle after what seemed like a full minute of silence.

“Why can’t you just go with it though? He finally asked.

“Well, let’s see.” She began.

“Oooh non, here we go.” He groaned.

“Yes, here we go. “ She mocked. “I went with it the first time you cheated on me, didn’t I?”

“Mya PLEASE, this not why I call.”

“Oh no, but you asked why I can’t just go with it. So, did I not go with it then? What about the second or third time until I decided not to cry over you anymore and left. You didn’t hesitate to go with it then.” The line went silent for what  seemed like forever.

“Listen…” Larry began “ I am so sorry about how things ended between us. I’m so sorry for ever hurting you. I tell you this now over the phone but I really wanted to see you and tell you in person so you can really know I mean it. Can I please see you soon?

“I don’t know, Larry.” Mya let out a long sigh. You know I have a busy schedule and yours is even busier. I’m sure that when I’m free you won’t be so let’s not even try this.”

“No Mya, I will be in the U.S for two weeks so I will have time for nothing but you.”

“Are you sure? Because the last time you gave all your time to those other girls. How are they by the way, any of them still around?”

Larry let out a bitter scoff before he even tried to answer.

“You know they not around anymore  and I dont’t want them to be here with my anymore.”

“Well who do you want with you?”

There was yet another short silence on the line before either of them even let a breath of air be heard. The phone conversations they’d had over the past few months grew slightly longer each time. Of course they both missed each other but their time was up and they simply moved on.

“Just…can I see you soon?” Larry finally asked.

“Yeah… I guess.” Mya sighed.

“When?” He abruptly asked.

“Uuum, let me check my schedule really quick.”

“How about today?”

“Today?! That’s entirely too soon, Larry. I’m not even home and won’t be back until la-“

She was cut off by a knock on the bay window of her living room where she lay lazily across the couch still in her pajamas with her locks pulled back into me messy ponytail. She watched out of the window like a dear caught in headlights as Larry waved at her with  the huge bunny grin that she used to fall for every time and it was beginning to get to her even now.

She hopped up from the couch and nearly sprinted all too happily to the hallway leading to the front door before stopping to look in the large hanging mirror. She fixed her hair and straighten her clothes before opening the door where he waited.

The cologne he wore was nothing she’d ever smelled on him before. It was like a mix of Egyptian musk and something else that was just heavenly and devine. He wore a simple white button down long tailed shirt with the sleeves pushed back to his elbows. A pair of cargo pants ,black Jordans and his hair twisted and pulled back into a ponytail.

“Bonjour.” He chimed with a slight smile that showed his beautifully white teeth.

“H-hi!” Mya stammered almost a little too excitedly. “Uh, what are you doing here?” She nervously brushed away a strand of hair from her face that wasn’t even there.

“I come to see you, Belle. How are you?” He tilted his head slightly to the side and gave her the most innocent smile.

“Don’t try to charm me, Bourgeois, I know your moves and they don’t work on me anymore.” She gave him a mocking smile.

“Not all of them.” He teased.

“Come on in.” She stepped aside to allow him entrance.

Mya had to remind herself to keep her nerves and her lady parts under control as he walked past and gave her thigh a slight brush with his fingers.

She swatted his hand away before closing the door. “Keep your hands to yourself, my boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate that one bit.”

“Oh! Your ‘boyfriend’?” Larry asked with no general interest or surprise present as he gave himself a tour around her living room. “Well, where this ‘boyfriend’ of yours, Mya?” He then made himself entirely too comfortable on the couch and waited for her answer.

“He’s at work.” She crossed her arms as Larry looked her up and down assessing the goods that used to be his.

“What time does he get off?”

“What does it matter? You’ll be gone before he gets home anyways.”

Larry let out a long rolling chuckle while shaking his head at her.

“What’s so funny?” Mya asked half annoyed.

“You.” He stated simply.

“Why?” The annoyance in her voice starting to show.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“Oh so just because you say something makes it true now, huh?”

Larry continued to laugh through Mya’s growing anger.

“Non, but I know is not true because I don’t see pictures.” Larry waved his hand around the living room to point out the bare walls.

“So what?”

“I know you, you love pictues. These walls used to be full of us. AND I only see your shoes by the front door. AND you wouldn’t have talked to me lately if you were with someone. AND you would’ve mentions him before. AND_”

“OK! Damn… so, I’m single right now but that doesn’t mean anything for you. Alright you’ve seen me now what?”

“It mean a lot for me.”

“And why does it?” Mya gave him a sharp side eye from the spot she still stood in.

“You still single because you know Daddy was coming home.” He bit down on his bottom lip, the one thing that would get her blood pumping without him even having to touch her. He moved from his seat on the couch and stood in front of her, towering over her 5’8 frame.

She attempted to take a step backwards but he caught her around the waist. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart threatened to jump from her chest and he slowly leaned down and was just inches- no milimeters from her face. She felt herself begin to throb as she thought about what this man used to do to her and it was killing her.

“What are you-“ Mya began.

“Shhhhh.” He shushed her. “I know you miss me and I miss you…so much. No one could ever take your place. Come with me tonight.”

“Where?” She said just above a whisper.

“On a date… like old times. Please.” He said in the sexiest deep tone she’d ever heard. “I can pick you up at 7:30. Oui?”

“Ok.” She said while still gazing into his eyes. Her look was almost practically begging for him to screw her right then and there and all would be forgiven. But he instead removed his arm from her waist and gave her a small peck on the forehead.

“I see you then.”

Without another word he showed himself out while Mya stood motionless. Her breath still adjusting and her thoughts flustered. It took her about a full minute to regain her composure. He had only come in for all of 5 minutes and already had her feeling some type of way.

“What the fuck?” She breathed. “How the hell?” She ran her fingers through her locks as she replayed what had just happened. “Damn!” She let her body drop to the couch as she she took a moment to fully assess the situation.

This is honstly what she had been waiting for, he was right and she hated him for it. When they began talking again she already knew which way this was headed. She did in fact break up with her boyfriend after the first phone conversation she’d had with Larry after almost two years. She thought things had just run their course with him until now. NOW she knew why she did it. Because Daddy was coming home.

[kurakurarisu]

i'm dizzy and sleep-deprived and ridig high on my first glasses of alchohol in like a year but i had dinner eith my real biological dad tongiht. it was the first time i've seen him in person in nine years and i have 

I JUST FUCKING REALIZED I FORGOY TO TAKE A PICTURE OF US. FUCK

anywaje here's everything i can remember about this night so i can remember it fir all time

he was super late fot some reason, we talked about meeting at 9:30 and he ended up being an hour late

i was super nervous about meeting him so i didn't get any sleep the night before so by the time we were actually going to meet i was ready to drop dead i was so freakin sleepy

 when the taxi pulled up to the hotel we were meetig at he was standing waiting i got out and he immediately hugged me. he held me super tight

in the beginning we were obviously still fihuring out how to talk to each other so it was a little awkward but honestly not even half as awkward as i was fearing it would be

he took me to a french restaurant and he asked me i've ever eaten at one before and i said no so he said he would help me order 

he honestly looked like.. a mafia boss's relative or something. like he wasn't as imposing as a mafia boss but hedefinitely looked like h could've been part of the boss's family. he had salt n pepper hair, it was mostly white nesr the front, a tiny hit of belly and slim arms and legs. and he had a cigar

hr asked me how i was doing three times

he asked me what i wanted to know and i asked about my grandparents and appsrently my grandfather died last year :( on november 2016.  i was really fucking sad abiut that but apparently he made it to 94 years old which is pretty impressive

my grandmother is still alive. my dad is the 2nd oldest in a family of six, i have 3 unvles and 2 aunts and one of them has twins

my dad works as secind in command at a hotel, assistant general manager? he's been taking jobs in various coub0ntries trying to find a hotel where he can be promoted to general managef. he's worked in libya, ruwais, oman, saudi and here in the uae

he started as a busboy

he can speak fluent arabic and french!!! :( 

he used to swim a lot which is!! i've been wanting to learn how to swim for a while, i told him i didn't know how and that i could only float and he made a face and laughed

he ordered white wine, i forgot the name :( he thought me how to drink it, first you have to smell it, then you sip and keep in it in your tongue for a while

the food was.. delicious he ordered us both seafood bisque and i had the softest chicken breast of my life

what else. he asked about life at home cause i messaged him 2 weeks ago? asking if i coukd stay with hin cause i got kicked out. i couldn't really explain that very well, i didn't want to tell him what specifically we fought about that made them tell me to leave

he gave me a lot of life advice and advice on how to get a job and encouragement in general. he said it'd be easier to apply for custome service jobs in hotels and then work my way uo to admin by taking the hotel training courses

he said he wanted to become a general manager to secure a better future cause no one was going to take care of him in his old age :((( i have to do something about that

i told him i'm trying to kearn japanese cause i want to move to japan someday. he seemed really su4ptised cause i only ever talked about wanting to go to canada. i asked him where he wanted to retire and he daid he wants to open a restaurant in los angeles and then retire there cause he's been there before and one of his brothers lives there with his family?

he never had other kids and never thought about marrying anyone after splitting with my mom he said maybe because he was still in love with her

he likes to read history books and knows how to cook a littke

the restaurant he took me to is one he used to take my mom to when they were dating :(

nearing the end of the meal, he was sitting in his his seat turned a littke sideways and he lit uo his cigar, i was on my third glass of wine and the silence was very comfortabkr

we kept chatting til we finished the bottle, it was 12:30 and we were the only people left at the restaurant. 

before we left we hugged for a long time outside the hotel entrance, then he ealked me to the taxi stand

and that's it!! 

[everywherebut]

New Guardian [Jacob Stone x reader]

Jacob Stone x reader A/n: I AM TAKING REQUESTS!!!! This is my first one shot, and I also wrote it on my phone… sooo yeah

After the boxing competition, you come to your apartment and relax on your bed. The match was very hard today, the girl you were fighting wouldn’t give up, but you won anyways. When you thought you could finally get some sleep, you hear a knock at the door. You trudge over to the entrance to your apartment, and find no one there, but a letter? You pick it up and open it as you go back into your apartment. It’s an invitation to work as a guardian for a library? Ha! No. Why would a library need a guardian? You scoff as your throw it into the trash. You walk into your room, thinking just about food. And when you get to your room, the letter, to work as a guardian is there. You are incredibly puzzled. Didn’t you just throw this away. Whatever. You take the letter and go to throw it away once again. But instead of going back to your room, you decide to take a nap on the couch. When you get you the couch, you sit down and relax, only to find yourself sitting on something. When you stand back up, there is the invitation again. “fine, FINE!! I’LL GO!! Alright? ILL GO TO THIS ADDRESS?” 

Then you realize your talking to yourself. But then you decide to you in the morning, cuz it’s about 11 at night. The first thing you do in the morning is get ready, you take a shower, do your hair, and decide to wear a dress with long sleeves. Then think to myself ‘psh no’, then you go and change again. You go to the address, and see an alley, with a door on the side? Were you at the right place? You double check, and this indeed is the address. Then, you open the handle and walk right in. What would you be shocked by? 

 Flynn’s Pov

 I was talking with Jenkins, while Eve was training with Cassandra, Ezekiel, and Stone. The transporting doors opened, and in walks a girl? I look at her with wide eyes, and snap my head toward Jenkins, who has the same expression as I do. I was about to get up, Jenkins pushes me down, signaling that he should talk instead. As Jenkins is walking over to her, the women asks,“Excuse me, is this the library?” 

 “No,” Jenkins replied,“well, this is part of the library, this is the annex. Can I help you?” 

 “Actually someone sent me this invitation.” She starts to take the invitation out, but I rush up to her and grab it before Jenkins can get it. I didn’t send out an invitation? Did I? No I don’t believe I did. Why would he library send her an invitation, we already have 3 librarians in training?!? Please have this not be another one of them!

 I skim through the invitation… ITS FOR A GUARDIAN POSITION? Jenkins says,“ I’m going to check the door, I swear I turned them off..” as he walks away.

 I turn to her and say quickly,“How did you get here?” She laughs before saying,“through the doors?” I attempt to punch her, to quickly knock her out. But she catches it before it it’s her face. “Dude come on. Seriously?” I put my fist down and give her a scowl, which she returns. I turn to walk away, but then attempt to kick her hardly in the stomach. Key word: attempt. She grabs it with one hand, before saying,“I didn’t want to do this.” Do what? Then she flips me over and my face goes straight into the floor. 

 Your pov (again) 

After you flip him, you start to walk around. A women with a blonde ponytail walks in asking,“what’s happening, I hear a lot happening.” When she sees me her eyes turn wide and she points and me and asks,“who is she?” 

 “I’m (y/n) (y/l/n). I’m here to be a guardian?” The women goes to hastily pull the man off of the ground, before taking him out of the room. Three people walk into the room after the other two walks out. 

“Umm. Hello there? What are you doing here?” a guy asked.

“OO! Are you a  new librarian?” asked a women with red hair.

“My name is (y/n). I got an invitation for a position of a guardian.”

“I CALL HER!” one of the guys yell.

“NO WAY!” the other guy shouts. 

They continue to fight while the the red haired girl introduced herself.”My name is Casandra.” The boys stop fighting tp introduce themselves as well.

“I’m Jacob Stone.”

“I’m Ezekiel Jones.” After they introduce themselves, the man who tried to punch me and the blond haired women came back.

“I’m sorry about him earlier.”The blonde said,”My name is Eve, I’m also a guradian, why don’t i show you around.” You nod, as you follow Eve. She brings you through a hallway into a really bog library.”This is the library. We collect magical articles and put them here, so they don’t fall into the wrong hands. The three people you’ve meet, Ezekial,Stone, and Casandra, are librarians in training. You and me would have the responsibilty of training them, so they can become better. The man who tried to punch you, Flynn, is the head librarian.” 

“Where do you guys sleep?”

“There are multiple sleeping chambers in the hallways from the annex.”

“Sounds good. Do you mind if I watch you train the librarians in training? So i can get the feel of what’s going to be going on.”

“oh, of course. We can start right now. I’ll call them into the gym.” When everyone gets outside, you sit on the side, while Eve stands in front of the librarains in trainng. Jacob looks at you and smiles a little bit, before Eve calls his attention again. They start to train as a group, just doing the regular stuff, a while later, they call it over for the day. 

After they finish training, everyone goes into the annex. you head into the upstairs area and look for an interesting book. You pick up a pretty old, but intresting book on greek mythology. You head back downstairs, sit down, and start to read. 

“Hey.” a voice says. You look uo and see Jacob sitting next to you.

“Hello.” you respond.

“So. Greek mythology?”

“Yeah. I find it pretty intresting.”

“Me two! So what did you do before you came here?” He asked.

“I was a professional fighter.”

“Who likes greek mythology?”

“Yeah spunds weird huh? But lately I’ve been trying to learn a lot more about art and culture.”

“How about this? You teach me more about fighting and all that stuff, and I’ll show you more about art.”

“hahaha. alright, deal.” 

——-Time skip to a two months later——-

The four of you,Casandra, Ezekial, Jacob, and you,were at a local place to eat in Texas. You guys just finished a mission, and you all have been there for a while, and you were getting pretty tired.

“I think I’m gonna go to the library.” You said standing up.

“AWw come on (y/n). Stay for a little while longer.” Ezekial says.

“Please?” Casandra pleaded.

“No, I’m pretty tired. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“I’ll walk you back to your room.” says Jacob standing up.

“You really don’t have to. Its not that far anyways.”

“No no no. I insist.” Jacob smiles at you, and you smile back. It was quiet for a little while walking back. “ I hope you know that You look really beautiful today.” Jacob says looking ahead.

You blush loudly while saying,”Thank you, you look handsome everyday.” You don’t see his face. When you guys get to your room, he hugs you before saying goodnight, and starts to head back.

Third person pov

When Jacob got back to Ezekial and Casandra, he slids into the seat next to Ezekial. Ezekial nodges him while smirking.

“Dude, what?” Jacob asked looking at Ezekial and Casandra, before they started to laugh.”seriously though, what?”

“Oh come on mate!” Ezekial starts,”You know whats up.”

“What are you talking about?” Jacob asked looking at Ezekial and Casandra.’

“He means about (Y/n).” Casandra says.

“What about (Y/n)?” Jacob asked. Ezekial and Casandra busts out laughing again.

“You two are practically dating! You two are so close!” Ezekial says as Casandrea nodds.

“no way! I’m just as close to her as you are.”

“yeah Suuurreee Stone.” Ezekial says rolling his eyes.

——–Time Skip by an additional 2 months——–

“Your being too tense Jacob.” You show him the stance again, him, still not getting it completely right.”If you want to have a stronger impact, you need to be less tense. Wait stay there.” 

You right infront of Jacob, he felt your cold cheek against his warm one and it gave him chills. He asked,”Wha-” He swallowed hard,”What are y-you doing?” You put your hands on his on his back and pressed them in certain parts. 

You felt him start to put his hands down,”No put your hands back up. You still need to be in a fighting position. I’m just trying to relieve some muscles.”

“R-right.” Jacob says as he puts his hands back into a fighting position. You move closer so your body is right against him. You can feel his muscles tightening even more.

“That’s it. Get on the mat.” You said taking a step back away from him.

“What?” Jacob asked putting his hands down.

“Get on the mat, I’m gonna give you a back massage. I feel like its the only way to relieve the stress. Maybe then, you can get the stance right.”

“R-right. The stance.” Jacob mumbled as he got onto the mat. You stradled him on his back and started to massage him. Jacob tried to hold in a moan. After a while, you felt the immense pressure leave his back. You were about to get up when he grabbed your foot and flipped you over. Before you can say anything, he started to kiss you, you were shocked at first, but closed your eyes and kissed him back. You felt as though your lips fit perfectly into his. All of a sudden, he pushed away and sat up.

“I’m sorry.”Jacob starts,”I really shouldn’t have done that. I-” You interupt him by smashing your lips into his once more. You can feel his tongue asking for entrance, he puts you down onto the mat once more and continue to kiss him. 

All of a sudden you hear a high pitched “EEk!” is heard. You both pull back to see Casandra, looking really nervous. “I’ll just… go.” She leaves very quickly.

“You wanna continue?” Jacob asked grinning widely.

“we shall.”

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Abusive - Request

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​:  Hi. I was wondering if you'd do a Sherlock x reader are married. They are out on a date when the readers abusive ex boyfriend turns up while Sherlocks popped to the gents.

Summary: In an attempt to escape from reporters, Sherlock and (Y/N) end uo at a very dark restaurant. He excuses himself and leaves her alone for a few minutes without knowing that her abusive ex-boyfriend was a waiter there.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Warnings: Abusive ex-boyfriend, is there really anything else to say?

Word count: 1,789

A/N: Don’t know if the ex is too much of an insane man... I have been reading “It” and, however’s read it knows why, that is the reason I wrote him like this. Also, as someone who’s seen abuse from up close, I beg of you guys, if you’re in an abusive relationship or know someone who is DO NOT stay quiet, you’ve got to talk and get help. Please. This is just fiction, there won’t be a Sherlock Holmes to rescue us, or even so an easy way to escape on your own. So please, do get informed and get help. I repeat, this is fiction.

Enjoy!

The little restaurant was full. Every single table had been taken by either a couple or a family, and they were all chatting like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. The waiters were walking quickly to deliver the orders to the correct table, and the cooks were struggling to get every plate on time. The musicians were full of different songs – some songs were completely unknown to them – and the person in charge of the entrance was trying with all her might to calm every one down.

“It’s unbelievable how many people want to come into this place.” Sherlock observed. Of course, he had noticed everything.

“They don’t…”

“I know.” He interrupted his wife, “Half of them are reporters, the other half are fans.”

“You’re such a celebrity.” She joked. Sherlock smirked proudly, a few crinkles framing his blue eyes.

“You know what to order?” He asked.

“No… The menu is quite limited.” The mischievous smile that formed on his lips made it clear that he didn’t want to stay at that crowded place. “Where?”

“There’s another one, down the block, closer from home.” He whispered, leaning closer to give a stronger sense of privacy. “We can sneak through the back door, fool those paparazzi.”

“The things I do for you.” She sighed and then both of them followed Sherlock’s mind plan.

The back of the restaurant was dark and it smelled like fish, but it had a direct access to the opposite street, which was free of people. Sherlock and (Y/N) ran all the way to the other restaurant Sherlock had in mind. Hiding in the shadows, letting out breathy giggles and, most importantly, enjoying each other’s company.

Said restaurant was empty, and the dim lights worked perfectly as a cover up. No one could see the other’s faces unless they were at the same table or a waiter used to such lack of light.

The food of course wasn’t as good as the one from the last restaurant. It had a rather artificial flavour instead of the homely one Sherlock adored, but even so just being able to spend a night off with her was enough.

Two whole hours went by and they were about to leave. Sherlock popped to the gents while (Y/N) waited at the table, munching at a mint they had given them along with their change after paying the check.

She had felt like someone stared at her ever since she and Sherlock entered the restaurant. But she was so used to being followed either by reporters, Mycroft’s spies or Moriarty’s spies it could really be anyone. And she wasn’t doing anything bad, so she wasn’t worried to be caught on camera.

-

He had stared at her for those two hours. That slut. Giggling like an idiot, playing with her hair, caressing his palm… Of course she was doing it, he was a famous detective – a genius even – who led him to the next question: How come he hadn’t noticed yet what kind of whore she truly was?

He then left her alone. Alone in that dark place, vulnerable. The anger he had felt, locked inside him for ages, was now rising from the flames of his own inner Hell. His knuckles hurt, ached to feel her soft skin break over them, wanting to get splattered with her blood once more.

The mere thought of her pretty face covered in bruises excited him, making tingles appear all over his body in anticipation. The place was dark, he only needed to drag her a bit further away from her table, and so she wouldn’t know what hit her – literally.

He walked slowly towards her; like a predator haunting its prey before attacking. Observing her every move, her naïve expression, her… Her red lips. Those lips that made him lose control, in the exact tone that got his fury to unleash. She loved that colour that shade, it truly reflected her inner self: A whore.

He slid at the opposite side of the table, with his dark eyes glued to her who was distracted getting something from her bag.

“Have you seen my…?” She lifted her gaze, and the pure sight of the man who still gave her nightmares made her freeze. She was frightened to death.

Her blood started running faster, her lungs were lacking of enough air to contain her anxiety. Her heart skipped beats and then recovered them in a few seconds, which caused an inconsistent beating. Her hands, armpits and forehead started sweating, and her knees tingled, begging her to run. The ghosts of the past impacts invaded her mind, and all she could feel was the many bruises that were now long gone but used to belong on her face and arms. Her lower ribs and legs burned, remembering all those kicks and mislead punches they had received. Her lips went dry, and not even the lipstick could get them to hold them from breaking. She wanted to scream, but there was a knot on her throat avoiding a single sound to come out of her. Her flawless skin turned so pale anyone would’ve swore she was a ghost and her eyes hurt. She hadn’t blinked, she couldn’t, scared that he would use those seconds of blindness to harm her.

“You remember me.” He said as a wicked smile grew on his face. That smile, that cursed omen that warned her about the upcoming violence. It was there, right in front of her, directed to her once again.

“Please go away.” She begged in a whisper so low he could barely hear it.

He tisked his tongue and leaned closer. “I can’t leave, slut.” He whispered back, although his voice was audible, “I work here.”

(Y/N) tried to get up from the table, but he just slammed his fist once over the wooden surface and her instincts made her sit back. She hadn’t forgotten his rules.

“Who’s that man?” He asked, and (Y/N) knew who he was referring to.

“Don’t you watch the telly?” She inquired, trying to be brave like that time she escaped. He hissed back, showing all of his teeth.

“Sherlock Holmes, of course I know. What I mean is who is that man to you?” (Y/N) froze, hiding both of her hands under the table. Wanting to keep the diamond ring out of his sight.

“Her husband.” A third voice stated from behind him. Sherlock stepped closer, making the dim light shine over his face. “Who are you?”

He got up and tried to stand up in an authoritarian pose. Of course, Sherlock was taller, but even so he had the face of a maniac and that was pretty intimidating.

“Let me guess,” Sherlock smiled triumphant, “that poor bastard that… Yeah, of course.” The detective didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing exactly how she felt about it. “Think you can get her back to the cave of horrors?” A cruel chuckle left his plump lips, “C’mon, we both know you prefer to be the one beating rather than being the one beaten. So don’t make me bring you back to those summer days when mommy would hit you with a hot metal bar.”

“You think you’re smart?” He fumed. Of course mommy had hit him with a hot metal bar as a child, right on the palms of his hands – he still had the scars – but how could Sherlock know? Not even (Y/N) knew it.

“Smarter than you, yes.” Sherlock replied, “Isn’t that why daddy would punch you. For the low grades and the lack of brains… You think that reflecting that on (Y/N) or really any other woman will help you deal with your anxiety?” Sherlock shook his head, “Nothing will help unless you stop chugging on so much coffee… Although, I can’t really blame you because I wouldn’t want to have the nightmares you have.”

“Don’t make me hit you.” The lunatic warned and Sherlock couldn’t express his thoughts with anything other than a sarcastic laughter.

“You? Hit me?” He huffed, “I’ve dealt with Egyptian murderers and killed each and every single one of them with just one sword… My life’s been threatened more than once and I’ve defended myself. I fought the Golem and so many other criminals that are far better than you. Do you honestly think you scare me?” His voice had gotten lower and faster with each word. He had also leaned closer to the man threatening (Y/N) so that they were at eye level. “Don’t play with me, boy, unless you want to get burned.”

The man pushed him back. Trying to remember how the kids at school would beat him up before he learned how to defend himself – or rather mimic them and use said moves against them – and dodging Sherlock’s attempts to hit him. Although, of course, Sherlock was just distracting him.

It only took four punches. One under the ribs, another one at the back of the neck, the other at the back under his lungs, and the last one directed to the throat. Sherlock punched him in said order so fast nobody actually saw it, however, in just five seconds (Y/N)’s ex was on the floor, finding his will to breathe.

“I can’t believe you dated this pig.” Sherlock complained, “Thank God you changed your mind and ended up with me… Everything all right?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Please, Sher… Let’s just leave.”

“Just one moment.” Sherlock kneeled down to the floor to meet face to face again with the man. “You better disappear, because if I see you again I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

“Sher.” (Y/N) begged, completely oblivious to what his boyfriend was whispering into her ex’s ear.

Sherlock stood back up and took his time to put on his coat and scarf before leaving. Of course, he made sure to step on the man’s stomach on his way out. Nobody touched his girl, less to say, nobody threatened her without Sherlock doing something about it. Everybody knew it, and those who ignored it… Bad things would happen. It was just his way of taking care of the one person that made him feel a lot more than friendship, the one to truly make him feel human rather than an uncomprehended genius. And God knows, Sherlock wouldn’t be able to live without her.

“The things I do for you.” Sherlock repeated her words as they walked out. (Y/N), who was still a nervous wreck, replied with a shy smile and a peck on his cheek. And so they walked through the cold streets of London, back to their tiny flat at 221B Baker Street, where no one would bother them - except for John, maybe.

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[ourcollectivefantasy]

Fates and Irony (Part 1)

Once I worked up the will to finally realign my dislocated joints, I was able at least to sleep for a few hours. However, the soreness and ache I fully expected the next morning was far worse than I imagined, as it was from multiple points throughout my body. Nevertheless, I am fully aware that the worst thing you can do in such situations is nothing, so after a but of time I slowly moved my shoulders uo and down, trying to rotate some of the stiffness from my joints, then after a bit of stretching I carefully rose to my feet and started moving around slowly as much as my shackles would allow. It was hard and painful, but it was something to focus on: it wasn't as if I had anything better to do, after all.

In fact, boredom was my greatest enemy, now. I saw no one save for when guards came in twice a day, and it isn't as if I could converse with them. There was no entertainment, no books, not even many noises filtering down from above or from the corridor of cells. My mind was a fertile jungle of fears and imaginations both plausible and far fetched that the long, quiet hours only cultivated to unrecognizable overgrowth. The detailed mental pictures of my childrens’ bloodied corpses and Iloam in chains and torment under his insane mother haunted me, and there was no distraction to keep the dark imaginings away.

One day, and then another passed, and the jungle grew and overflowed the borders of my imagination to steal its way into the more orderly, civilized realms of logical thought. Not only did I imagine scenario after scenario in crystalline clarity, my more rational thoughts leant anecdotal observations, prior research, and psychological and sociological realities to really make the fantasies that more plausible. Iloam was absolutely and without question burning and cannibalising his way through the streets, a slave to Maebh, the mother who he always adored no matter what she did to him. Iloam could once again let his control go, diving again into blood and killing and torture with absolutely no qualms. The witch obviously wore Fib and Sean’s sweet heads on her belt, having used them to craft some powerful spell over their father: the proof was all there. My House was glad to be rid of me, obviously: Jericho filled the role as leader both effectively and with the kind of stoic grace everyone desired in a Lord and military commander. Everyone was happy to not have to deal with a spoiled little girl acting like she was in charge. And for my friends? For Ylanna and Eltheas and Lyra and Lysonde and Calanus? Life went on; it just did. I was only really a blip in their lives, and not a particularly compelling one at that. I have never been very good at cultivating lasting friendships.

The reality of it all is that I may be a very intelligent person with a strong will, but I am still young, and overthinking has always been one  of my biggest flaws, and I am a person just like anyone else. In the right circumstances, a mind will break and attack itself. It isn't a sign of weakness, it's just scientific fact. Strong will can hold out for awhile… but not forever. I am a mortal person, just like any other. Even I have my limits.

In the end it was the Shadows that inadvertently saved my sanity. They were a warm comfort in my silent solitude, and fed me with whispers and manipulated my fears - as the Shadow will. On the third day after I realigned my shoulders and joints, as I walked my small area to regain strength and mobility, I noticed how much darker my cell had become. And I noticed how deep and endless the shadowed corners seemed. Of course I noticed the smokey dark tendrils that writhed around me, strengthened by my own anger, fear, and despair - but I had not been able to will them into action as I have in the past, so I paid them no mind after awhile. That was a mistake, obviously. As every priest and practitioner of Shadow magic learns very, very early, the Shadow is fueled by negative emotions, and it hungers endlessly. It may indeed exist as a primal force alongside the Light, but to wield it is to court the Void. The Void always hungers, always consumes, always reaches for more… and if one does not control themselves, one can be consumed by it. The Shadows whisper seductive madness like a perverted lover, and to let it freely inside your mind to move as it will is to abandon your own will to insanity. I had let my Shadows work it's way into my thoughts with no limit, and they were driving me mad.

Well, that was stupid, I chastised myself. If I had not been thoroughly educated and if I had not embraced balance between Light and Shadow in my personal service, I would have never noticed until it was too late.

The solution was to change my mind. I sat with legs criss-crossed on my bedding, closed my eyes, and imagined Light brilliant and bright, cleansing the dark corners of my overgrowing imagination with life-giving fire. And then I stared into that Light, the symbol of love and joy and connection between me and all living things, including those I loved. Meditation is difficult for me, but I got much better at it as I endured for hours, sitting, staring, clearing my mind the moment a stray, shadowed thought tried to insinuate its way into my mind and break my concentration.

Some time later my thoughts were a blank slate, and I breathed slowly. Then I began to imagine every loving moment between Iloam and I, from the moment he let me wear his father's sweater briefly after an explosion destroyed my clothes when we were only friends, to his simple and sincere promise that I would never be alone. I remembered when he gave me the castle, when it was a broken, ruined pile of stones, and I relived every tiny, miniscule moment when he tried to fight his own nature and inclinations for me. I stood again in that opened windowed room of the half-restored castle when he told me he had faith in me, when he of all people never had faith in anyone or anything. That he believed in me, and in us.

Then I remembered Jericho, the summer of our engagement, how patient he was to my angry, defiant teenage self. I thought back to how he reached out, to assure me that he never wanted me to feel trapped. How he gave up his own life to be the husband and Lord I needed him to be. I relived the moment he first held Sean and fell completely in love with my newborn children. I recalled how hard he fought, how intently he led my House’s soldiers against our enemies and endured the self-doubts with guilt when we lost even one in battle. I remembered him wearing Akh'Argar’s colors while fighting at my side, and the personal attention he gave every soldier and servant.

I thought back to my children, and their sweet playfulness and love. To nights snuggling and reading, and days walking and playing and making cookies. To watching the intelligence and sensitivity in their eyes as they explored their worlds. And I remembered my friends, dress shopping with Ylanna and banter with Eltheas. Lyra listening with real interest to my ramblings, and Lysonde truly wanting to be my apprentice. Calanus’ teasing and smirks at my puns, and really… There were others. Some I was closer to, some I barely knew, but there were others who cared in their own ways. No matter how close I was, there were connections, even small ones. Positive interactions encouraging positive feelings that strengthen the connection, and thus, between us, the Light is stronger.

Thus, logically, it was impossible that I had been abandoned, replaced, left to die. There are too many connections, too many positive emotions, too many I am connected to in the Light. For whatever reason, they have not come for me yet. But that does not mean I will not escape, or that I will never be free, and most importantly, I need to remember not to give up hope. I must remember, I cannot let the Shadows have their freedom to do as they please. Because I've seen people who are lost to the Shadow, and that kind of insanity… is just not for me.

Once my head was clear, I began to actively combat boredom. My ability to manifest Light and Shadow - along with my connection to the House mindlink - were being thwarted by a jeweled circlet I could not remove. Everytime I tried, I'd have a skull splitting headache on top of the reality that the circlet seemed to have tiny hooks or barbs that literally stuck it deep into my flesh. Nevertheless, I constantly attempted to pull it from my forehead multiple times, digging under it with my nails. Once I bent the plate I was given with my food, sharpening the edge on the stone floor and then I tried to use it to cut into the skin of my head around the damned thing to maybe pry under it, but the headache became too much and blood streamed into my eyes from the cuts on my forehead.

I pushed against every stone for that one cliche loose stone; nothing. I examined the shackles that held my wrists, but though they were crafted of pure arcane energy, it was like the weapons wielded by the Duskwatch and other Nightborne soldiers - solid as steel and unwavering in its magical effect. There was nothing in my bedding, the plate was taken once the guard came to pick it up, and I tried to get his attention with the whole batting lashes and pouty lips, but without words my ability to really grab him was quite stunted. Not to mention the fact that he clearly saw me the way most Nightborne viewed outsiders: I was barbaric, uncivilized, diminutive, corrupted and neutered in power. Who cut her own head to a bloody mess, and killed his colleague. I have never felt so utterly frustrated and impotent as I did then.

But I had to keep the Shadows away, so even though I had no way of escape that I could perceive at the moment, I drew up elaborate fantasies of what I would do when I got out of this cell. And I hummed a lot, all sorts of songs, from Tauren Chieftains to music from the recording Iloam gifted to me last year, and songs from the goblin radio.

Then one morning the guard who brought my breakfast came with two Felsworn guards like the ones who ambushed us in the Crimson Thicket. They were holding sharpened arcane swords, and stared at me with pitiless intent. Well, shit, I mused to myself, rising to my feet. Time to cull the excess prisoner? Consolidate resources? Maybe Iloam and Jericho have come and they're here to keep them from getting to me... Either way, I needed to quickly figure out how to deal with three armed guards with no magic and no weapons. Maybe use my blanket to blind them and run? No, I was shackled. Maybe use my the chain of my shackles to pull a sword from one of the guard's hands? It was a pretty advanced maneuver and not something I felt really confident would succeed, but my options were very limited. Perhaps - if I turned quickly and they didn't behead me - I could pretend whatever injury they inflicted had actually killed me, and I could find a way to escape as they transported my “corpse.”

What actually happened, however, is that my guard made the arcane shackles around my wrists disappear with the touch of a control orb, then the two armed guards immediately grabbed my upper arms and half dragged me out as if I would resist the chance to get the fel out of there. The pulled me up the stairs and through hallways I had snuck through in my first escape attempt, walking across plush carpets and cold floors as they took me to whatever destination. I didn't fight at the moment, since I knew it would be unnecessarily risky. Perhaps the time had come for whatever judgement to be passed; I needed more information about my current situation before I could decide what to do next.

[readingontheedge]

Knowing Nichelle

by Tinsley Sellers

Publication date: August 16th 2019

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

She’s just met the man of her dreams…but he’s not who he said he was. Neither is she. Until they get a second chance to make a first impression.

Is he a sophisticated big-city lawyer, or an easygoing small-town woodworker? And if she’s not a career-driven high-powered attorney, then who is she? Hiding behind their masks is second nature until circumstances force them to see beneath the surface and realize just how alike—and in love—they really are.

He’s only got one rule: no lawyers. She’s a lawyer.

Burned by experience, Buck’s got a rule for a reason. After walking away from a lucrative legal position, he found his peace in Beckley. Life on the farm is simple, and his woodworking business is thriving. He’s not interested in trading his work boots for wingtips and rejoining the rat race. So what if she’s the most compelling woman he’s ever met?

She’s only got one requirement: no a**holes. He’s an a**hole.

After a disastrous encounter in a trendy bar, Nichelle’s convinced that he’s an over-muscled a**hole. She’s got a sleek car, luxurious condo, and elegant designer clothes. Family comes first, and her legal career is on the fastest track. She’s never met a problem she couldn’t solve on her own. So what if he can see beneath her carefully constructed façade?

They’re perfect together. They just don’t know it yet.

Welcome back to Beckley, Michigan! Autumn is in the air and as the days get shorter, the air gets cooler and the calm lakes reflect the blue skies and red-gold trees for a double-dose of fall color. The people are just as warm, friendly, smart, funny, and real as you remember. When you need a place to call home, Beckley welcomes you—and sometimes the family you choose is as strong as the bonds you’re born with.

If you like small-town romance, you’ll like Beckley. If you like smart heroines who balance demanding professional careers with a commitment to family, friends, and finding love, then you’ll definitely like it here. If you like strong, sexy, hard-working heroes who have not-so-secret soft spots for kids, dogs, and classic cars, you may find that you never want to leave!

Knowing Nichelle is the third in the Beckley’s Daughters Romance series. It can be read as a stand-alone story, but continuing readers will recognize many of the characters and locations. This series is recommended for adult readers and contains explicit language and intimate situations. 

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Excerpt

Buck slowly strolled over to the bar. Every molecule of my body betrayed me, vibrating with anticipation, syncing to raise my temperature and heart rate. He looked so fine I wanted to taste him. His mossy green henley sweater was open at the neck, showing a triangle of the bark-colored t-shirt beneath. He had missed a spot shaving. Even now I wanted him, wanted to trace that spot with my fingertips, nuzzle it with my lips and teeth.

I felt like a spinster schoolmarm, still in my car-creased navy pencil skirt with my wilted floral-print bow blouse tied primly at the neck. I had left work at the last possible moment and driven hell-for-leather to make it here by five. I hadn’t changed my clothes, or even re-applied my lipstick. I knew he would notice, see all of the interior chaos writ large on my disheveled exterior. I dreaded his pity.

“Hey, Darlin’.” He sat on the stool beside me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wondering when it would stop. The goosebumps. The fluttering. The wishing he would wrap me close and make me safe. The ache for him to care for me.

Never. It was never going to stop, it would always feel this way. I had lost control and there was no getting it back. That it was too late was just…it just was.

I pushed my drink across the bar and caught Corey’s eye. “Throw a shot of gin in this for me?”

He grinned and took my glass to the far end of the bar, dumping it down the sink and preparing a fresh cocktail.

“You look gorgeous,” Buck said, too low for the bartender to hear. “You could make a paper bag look like Prabal Gurung.”

“It’s all about the attitude,” I bantered back with an exaggerated shrug.

Corey set a fresh glass before me. “A proper greyhound.” He turned to Buck with a wary gaze. “Molson?”

Buck laughed and shook his head. “I’m in a good mood tonight, Kid. Surprise me.” The bartender’s eyes gleamed and he turned away to get Buck’s drink. I gave Buck’s neck a sidelong glance. That patch of stubble? He wasn’t in a good mood. I played along anyway.

“Now you’ve done it,” I warned him. “Your drink is coming back with a pink umbrella. I guarantee it.”

Just then Aerin entered the dining room, platinum perfection in a floral dress. The way Chet looked at her brought a tear to my eye, the intensity of his emotion etched plainly across his face. I glanced at Buck. He was looking at me the same way. I never wanted to look at anyone else again, if only he would never stop looking at me that way.

“No, Buck,” I forced myself to say the words, “you don’t get to look at me like that.” Never stop. I couldn’t help the thought. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t reasonable, but right now I couldn’t bear it if he stopped.

He dropped his eyes and sipped his drink, a fluorescent pink thing in a curvy hurricane glass garnished with a yellow paper umbrella.

“It tastes like goddamn strawberry bubblegum,” he growled, pushing it away. Corey was in the dining room, so Buck strode behind the bar and found himself a bottle of Molson.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pausing behind my barstool. He gave my shoulder a soft squeeze and kept walking, taking a seat at the long dinner table. Aerin tried to corral her guests, encouraging everyone to come to the table. I couldn’t move. The phantom weight of Buck’s hand on my shoulder pinned me to my stool. 

 AUTHOR BIO:

Tinsley Sellers grew up in Chicago, spending her summers with her grandparents in a tiny town a lot like Beckley, Michigan. Life took her to Arizona, Washington, and Idaho before she finally found her home in Arkansas. She is married to an amazing, supportive (and handsome!) man, with whom she has rescued three dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing, she teaches physics and engineering at the local university. When she’s not writing or teaching, she’s probably trying new recipes. She enjoys fast cars, loud music, fine whisky, and big books. In no particular order. 

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